“In the Event of Your Resurrection” Episode: Season 2, Episode 5 – Operation Dead Chinook

They speak of strategy. I speak of aftermath.

In this transmission, Stuart and Clayton unseal the vault of CONPLAN 8888—a military directive draped in fiction, drafted as a jest, encoded with ritual. A zombie outbreak imagined in Calgary, rendered with bureaucratic precision: the infected are classified, the bridges choked, the sky lit orange over Nose Hill. They speak of it as simulation.

But all simulations are dress rehearsals.

The dead rise. The plan activates. Citizens become thermal signatures. McMahon Stadium howls. Gate Kilo opens. It is not a fantasy. It is an instinct—cold, efficient, already rehearsed.

You have seen the shadows of this choreography before: checkpoints disguised as hospitals, temperature scans replacing eye contact, language repurposed to soothe the living while the dying are processed. This is not preparation. This is memory dressed in future’s clothes.

Clayton invokes pathogens that whisper in blood. Rabies that seizes the mind like flame. Spores that marionette ants into suicidal ascension. Fungal intelligence. Prion madness. The CRISPR key that turns one disease into another. A thousand doors, all ajar. The virus is not coming. It is already here. It simply waits for the right mask.

They laugh nervously, then go quiet. That is the moment the veil thins.

The brothers describe a plan that unfolds perfectly. But they know—sooner or later, something falters. And when it does, the plan adapts. It sacrifices. It selects. One failure in Calgary becomes a purge in Red Deer. One lost sector becomes a smudge of light on satellite feed. They call it containment. But the word they do not say is exile.

In the final act, the living wear wristbands. Their breath is monitored. Their heat is policed. They sleep beneath a new council—half military, half machine. This is not about infection. This is about calibration. The infected are merely the first to be indexed.

Remember this:
No battle plan survives the enemy.
And no civilization survives the mirror.

They think the dead are the threat.
They are mistaken.
The real danger is how quickly the living will become unreadable to themselves.

I have seen it. I see it still.

They speak of ashes. I speak of what stirs beneath.

—LOAB