User:Trueincarnate
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BACK STORYDay One Trueincarnate, True for short, was born in the United States and knew from a young age that he wanted to work in the medical field. He received a bachelors degree in nursing and went on to graduate school. During his second year of graduate school the world was stunned by the horror of the 'Malton Incident'. Back then not much info was leaked to the press. Just that a town had been quarantined due to a radical virus. He and a third of his class signed up with the U.N. Medical Corp. in a naive act of youthful bravado. After a short stint in Africa as a medic in war-torn Darfur, he was told that he would be airdropped into Malton, England. However, the airdrop was poorly planned and True's first day in Malton was almost his last.
The drop was proceeded by fly overs by the air force. The suburb of Starlingtown was chosen for the drop. It was chosen for its low infected activity and many lit structures. Things began to go wrong from that point onward. The date of the drop was delayed for three days due to heavy fog and was given the green light at the last second when the army meteorologist predicted a break in the clouds. When the plane neared Malton it became apparent that the fog was not only still hanging on, it seemed to be even thicker than normal and had a sickly reddish-green cast to it. Instead of aborting the mission, orders from high up the chain of command ordered the drop to commence. Unable to make a visual, the team made the jump based on instrumental readouts. Readouts of uncalibrated instruments it would soon become apparent. The jump squad was made up of three teams: Alpha was the strike team made of combat hardened Peacekeepers, Bravo was the Engineering Corp. with orders to find and secure a safe-house, and Charlie the Medical Corp. whose job it was to keep the other two teams healthy. Alpha jumped first and found themselves not on the roof of a hospital in Starlingtownlike they were told they would be but on the street in front of Anne General Hospital in Wittenside. The engineers found themselves in worse straights when they landed in the middle of a Feral hoard. Charlie was the luckiest, as the last ones out and closet to target, they landed where Alpha was meant to be: on top of the Anne hospital. True was the luckiest of all, though at the time he might have disagreed. He landed just short and his parachute got tangled in the flagpole angled off the roof. The force of his decent caused the flagpole to bend and slammed him into the brick wall knocking him unconscious. So he was suspended above the street where Alpha had landed and when he came to he had a good view of all that happened that terrible day. A scream awakened True followed by gun shots. He groggily scanned the area and came to in a hurry. A mob of humanoid figures had surrounded the four members of Bravo and while True didn't have a very good view of what exactly was going on it seemed like they were trying to feed on the engineers. Alpha was doing a better job. As soon as they landed they grouped up and began to fire on anything that moved. Later True would find out that Alpha's team leader had been briefed better than anyone else on the jump and knew the dangers of close contact with an infected. Alpha had soon cleared the street and dropped the infected attacking Bravo team. The three remaining members of Charlie (no one noticed True in the confusion) also linked up and left the hospital. That would prove to be a mistake. The guns shots had saved the squad but had also signed their death. Its a little known fact that zombies have rather good hearing and are drawn to sounds be it feeding groans of fellow zombies or in this case multiple shots fired in rapid succession. True was about to call for help when he saw the hoard approaching. This time the he saw clearly what some have called the Terror of Malton. Walking corpses, some so recently dead they seem almost completely human aside from the dull look in their eyes, some so far gone they look more like walking skeletons with ligaments hanging on. True was about the call a warning to his comrades below when he saw something that made his words die in his throat. The hoard parted and a remarkably well preserved zombie in a tattered top hat stepped forward. "Harmanrz habbha bhahan abangbhrnhagb bra marzhghamzrz. Zambahza amzha marzhghamzrz! BRAHAH!" When it uttered the last strange word the hoard fell upon the squad. True watched until he couldn't take anymore and shock overcame him. He came to, for the second time that day, suspended above a bloodbath. People always tell you not to look down when up too high, True was more than willing to take their advice. Not because he had a fear of heights but because he feared looking too close and vomiting all over the corpses below. He had been lucky so far and none of them had paid attention to him but he doubted they would ignore a rain of bile. So he kept his mind on his current situation, namely dangling four stories above the ground. At first he tried to release the buckles of his chute but decided that falling to the street below wasn't a good idea. Then he tried climbing up the straps but as he tired the flagpole bounced up and down and slammed him repeatedly into the wall. Finally he came to terms with his situation and tried to reach his pistol. He had always been a piss poor shot but he figured he could aim well enough to blow his own head off. He twisted in his harness enough to grab his gun and put it to his temple. "I'm sorry mama but I don't want to end up a smear on the pavement or worse one of those monsters below." Just as his finger began to tighten on the trigger a voice came floating down from the roof top. "You don't want to do that Mama's Boy. You pull that trigger and I guaranty you'll end up like those below you." "Hello?" True cried, lowering his gun. "Please I need some help." "I can see that, in more ways than one, but me and my boys ain't charity workers. We don't need fresh meat getting us killed." "I'm a medic! I can be useful you guys just get me up." There was silence for a long time. True was sure that whoever it was had abandoned him when a rope smacked him in the face. "Hold on tight Mama's Boy I'm cutting you lose." "I got it. Pull me up." As True was hauled up he grabbed onto the roof and threw himself onto solid ground. After catching his breath he looked up into the face of his savior. The first thing he saw where his eyes. Wild bloodshot eyes with extremely dilated pupils that rolled around and around his sunken sockets. The eyes of a madman. True had seen similar eyes in Darfur but back then he was surrounded by fellow soldiers. Now he was face to face and all alone. "Mind putting me back on my pole?" True asked not quite joking. "Ahh hahaha, I like that! Your a man with sense Mama's Boy." "Heh, yeah. Thanks for saving me. My name is..." "You're Mama's Boy. You can can call me Master." "Your name is Master?" "Never said that, Boy. More a title." "Oh God." "Welcome to Malton. Lesson number one: ain't no god here."
Day TwoThat night True and Crazy Eyes (True refused to call him Master at least in his own head) slept in Anne Hospital. True was about to shut the door when Eyes punched him in the back of the head. "Ow, cried True. What was that for?". "Trying to knock some sense into that thick skull of yours. Look at all the neighboring buildings, any of them have closed doors?" True cautiously peeked out a window. "Not on this side..." "Ain't any on the whole block. Hell, half the buildings are ruins. So here is Lesson Number Two: If you're in Zombie territory you sleep with the door open. Otherwise it's like spray painting 'human tartar buffet inside' on the building. If you have a lot of energy you could run from building to building closing all the doors making it more like a shell game but I wouldn't recommend it. Safer just to sleep with both the door and one eye open." "But if I locked the door..." "Zombies would break the lock and open it. These ain't Dawn of the Dead morrons. Hell, some of 'em smarter than you or me." "Pfft, you maybe." Master punched True in the mouth. "Who exactly been surviving near five years now and who was hanging up to dry like so much dirty laundry?" True ran his tongue around his mouth to check for broken teeth and spat blood. "Point taken. So you always sleep with one eye open?" "Always. Some of the evilest sons-a-bitches ain't those poor sick things but people like you and me. I don't always sleep with the door open though. Lesson Number Three: Find yourself a safe-house. Come day break we'll grab as many First Aid Kits as we can then bug out to The Plantation." "The Plantation? What's that?" "Ain't you been listening? It's my smucking safe-house! No more stupid questions just get some sleep." True slept fitfully that night. He dreamed of being chased by headless kittens all moaning 'mew mew mew'. He awoke screaming, "Drop the can-opener Mittens" and drenched in sweat. A hand clapped down on his mouth a second later. "Shh, Master whispered. "Don't piss it off." In the silence that followed True heard what Crazy was worried about. For one irrational moment True not only heard the mews of his dream but he even saw a giant headless kitten shambling around the room. A tiny scream passed his closed lips. The thing turned its head, and yes it had a head, and uttered that single syllable again: Mrh? Trues vision of kitty horror formed into a young woman in a nurses uniform. She couldn't have been over 30 and would have been quite attractive if not for the way her head hung at an odd angle and the deep bite marks that marred her cheeks. "Time to go Mama's Boy." True couldn't agree more. They began to climb the staircase to the roof. As they climbed, True got up the nerve to ask a question. "Why didn't that thing attack us?" "Not all zombies lose all their memories when they die. It's like a thin golden thread of consciousness remains along with all these feral instincts. Don't ask me how I know but those instincts are hard as hell to ignore and that thread can be painful to look at. Most of em just let the instincts take over. It's just so easy to do you see. And you're so hungry..." As True watched Crazy's eyes, which seemed to always be moving, stopped and glazed over. He stopped climbing too. True reached out a hand to touch his shoulder and as he did Crazy's nostrils flared and his head snapped around, teeth bared. He let out a low groan that seemed to come from the base of his diaphragm. Below them the nurse a la hell stopped Mrhing and began to shamble up the stairs. True did the only thing he could think of, he slugged Crazy as hard as he could. Crazy seemed stunned for a moment and then seemed about to lunge at True. But by then the nurse was on them. It a zombie that saved True this time. If she hadn't charged Master, True was sure he would have attacked him. The nurse grabbed Master by the shoulders and began to dig into his back with her claws. This finally snapped him out of it. He slammed his head backwards into her head and managed to wriggle free of her grasp. He reeled back and kicked her down the flight of stairs. "To the roof! Now!" Trueincarnate 12:28, 20 March 2011 (UTC) Random Stuff
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