User:The Staring Man

Kountermeasure Karl!

My name is James NecroTech, by my name I have devoted myself integrally to the company, and rightly as it could have been, I had a mission which I can say confidently: I've utterly failed.

The containment precautions were flawed in all NT buildings at the boundries of the Malton, being the city centre the richest source for data collection for combat records it received top prioority, which is the same to say the only priority, my job as you can guess, is data collection for infection rates. I was assigned an NT countermeasure force solider, who was supposed to pick me up for combat study.

My supervisors have decieved me and left me for dead, or dinner to be more precise, most of them committed suicide by syringes filled with cocktails of the finest sedatives the company could offer, some just jumped from the window, the sleeping techies I disposed of by dumping their bodies outside.

I'm starting to feel dizzy, I haven't eaten in two days. I've been thinking of using one of those cocktails, but I find my colleagues to be most amusing being undead down there, they are already waiting for me, they can smell me, very hungry, outside of the building, a few broken bones I can guess, I threw them all out of the third floor, they've been angry and graoning all night in pain or hunger, I can't bear to take guess.

Barbara, my hardbody lab assistant is particularly hysterical, as a flesh eating muse, her blonde dirty bloodstained hair is all over her face, her broken arms cannot reach her head to put them away, her desperate groaning remind me of her orgasms.

I hear a bang coming from the darkness of the streets, it hits my lab assistant in the back, she falls flat on the sidewalk, her thud awakens my idling colleages that were more or so destroying the barricades they themselves built at Dury's building entrance, my current location.

The bangs continue repeatedly and bullets begin to tear their fleshes, some fall, some stay put taking the hits, and some of them charge to the source of the gunshots, I can't distinguish the whole scene of the massacre but the flashes and the blood squirts and splashes go on and on for about 10 minutes, it's fascinating to be witness of such carnage from afar and not feel a thing, it's almost entertaining to know that my boss is being torn apart right down below.

There's a brief moment of silence until my lab assitant tries to get up and fails to do so, as her usless arms can't support her flabby beautiful body. The man hurries into the building but not before sticking his shotgun into my assistant's mouth, blowing her brains all over the sidewalk, her blonde hair swings peacefully down to the concrete.

The man finally finds his way throught the barricades, I step away from the window and stay put until he can reach me.

The elevator door opens and reveals a gas mask wielding man in uniform wearing dog-tags with his name "Karl" and a friendly NT logo on his left breast-plate, he approaches slowly, scanning the environment through his lifeless mask glasses.

As soon as I get up from my peaceful spot, dizzy and sleepy, my manners automatically respond to a sign of authority and I try to salute him properly with my weak left hand.

Hello I'm Jam...

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