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He lowered the bed's railing and swung his legs over the edge. Pain lanced up his side. Cracked ribs- he must of broken them when the zombie fell on him. Bruises covered his skin; they were especially livid on his shoulders, stomach, and neck. He checked in the mirror for injuries, and then ran his hand over the long black stubble on his head and face. He then ran his hand where the zombie bit him, it was smooth no scars of any kind. He was intact... but how long had he been unconscious? | He lowered the bed's railing and swung his legs over the edge. Pain lanced up his side. Cracked ribs- he must of broken them when the zombie fell on him. Bruises covered his skin; they were especially livid on his shoulders, stomach, and neck. He checked in the mirror for injuries, and then ran his hand over the long black stubble on his head and face. He then ran his hand where the zombie bit him, it was smooth with no scars of any kind. He was intact... but how long had he been unconscious? | ||
The wall slid apart and a balding man entered. He wore a lab coat with Necrotech insignias on his shoulders. His dark eyes fixed on Calvin. | The wall slid apart and a balding man entered. He wore a lab coat with Necrotech insignias on his shoulders. His dark eyes fixed on Calvin. | ||
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"Yes, but Calvin what? What's you family name? | "Yes, but Calvin what? What's you family name?" | ||
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The doors closed behind them; Calvin didn't see the seam. | The doors closed behind them; Calvin didn't see the seam. | ||
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The room had white concave walls, and Calvin's eyes had a hard time focusing. | |||
"Your classification code word is 'Falcon Forty,'" Cortez said. "Now, speak freely in here, I certainly will." He gestured to a black circular table in the center of the room and they both sat. ''Like I had a chance to talk,'' Calvin thought. | |||
"Okay," Calvin said. "Where am I? Why am I here?" | |||
His words seemed to evaporate as he spoke them, deadened by the too-still air in this strange room. | |||
"Of course," Cortez murmured. "Your recovery is not yet complete. I had been warned of that." He sighed. "We have gone to considerable trouble to get you here, without the main branch of Necrotech knowing. A very hard thing to do, I might add." | |||
Calvin shifted in his seat. He remembered the zombie attack in the deli; he blinked and saw for a split second the dizzying blur of stars when the zombie fell on him. | |||
"So..." Calvin said, "am I-" | |||
"Fine," Cortez replied. "Only slight injuries." | |||
Calvin inhaled, feeling his cracked ribs. ''Yeah, only'' slight ''injuries,'' Calvin thought. | |||
Something changed in the scientist's expression. The dark stare and hardness softened almost an imperceptible fraction. In a lowered voice, Cortez said, "We need your help." He pushed a tablet laptop across the table to Calvin. | |||
Calvin pushed it back to Cortez. "Why should I help you?" Calvin replied. "I don't even know what's going on. As far as I know you caused the zombies to happen. You messed everything up!" | |||
"Well... that's why we need your help and that's all I'm going to say, at the moment. If you really want to know, you'll have to read the laptop." Cortez said, patiently. | |||
Calvin sighed explosively. "Alright..." Calvin remarked, "Let me see it." Cortez pushed the laptop back to Calvin. He thumbed on the power and a colored map appeared on the screen. On it were multiple suburbs of Malton, most of them were red, in fact only seven of the one hundred suburbs were green, and another fourteen were orange. | |||
While Calvin was looking at the map, Cortez said "There are some aspects of Necrotech that would like to see that whole map in red. We..." He made a wide sweeping gesture with his arms. "Are trying to make sure that doesn't happen." | |||
"So... what about all that we went through to get here?" Calvin asked. | |||
"If you couldn't tell already," Cortez said, still patiently, "we are in a bunker underneath the Button building, so that when the zombies overrun Malton, they would have been spared. We... took it from them and it is now our base of operations, in this part if Malton." Cortez swiveled the laptop so that he could see it and highlighted an orange suburb. "We are here," he exclaimed. The suburb he highlighted said, Old Arkham. | |||
"So are you in?" Cortez asked. | |||
"Let me get this straight, you want me... to help you... take back all of those suburbs... by myself," Calvin replied. | |||
"Oh no, not by yourself, you think we could run an operation with only one person? You'll have help, " Cortez assured him. | |||
"I doubt you'll let me walk out of here if I refuse," Calvin said, "so I have no choice. I'm in." | |||
"Good to have you on board," Cortez said. They both stood up. "This is for you," Cortez reached in his pocket and pulled out a Necrotech Access Card with Calvin's face on it. This will get you anywhere in this building." Calvin took the card and pocketed it. "Uh-huh, anything else?" Calvin asked. | |||
"Nope, I'll see you in the morning, then you can meet your new teammates," Cortez said. | |||
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Revision as of 05:21, 19 April 2009
Calvin DuerksenSTATSWhat Stats?
Level20-something Rank:Sergeant AlliesThe AZS.
Current:Class: Military Location: Somewhere HP: ? EXP: ? AP:?
The Revolution- BOOM! CRACK!
Chapter Two"Hey Aidan, I found your beer stash," Calvin opened the beer in his hand.
Chapter ThreeJournal 1 I am writing this now on some paper that I found. I don't even really know where here is. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I guess to pass the time or something. Now let's see, it all started after I found Aidan McGregor's beer hideout, which was under the sink. Anyway, a couple hours after this we're all passed out and drunk, playing poker. How this is the important thing, he must of left the door unlocked after he killed that biker zombie or more came or something, but the next thing we know is that they're walking in the front door! We, drunk, thought that was funny and we started pointing and laughing at them. Poor Aidan, he was closest to them. The next thing he knows is that their all over him. Man, I must have ran up those stairs fast, cause the next thing I know is that I locked myself in the bathroom. Luckily, I had my gun with me and maybe five or six bullets, it's all hazy, maybe I had even less. Suddenly, I hear pounding on the bathroom door. Damn those zombies must have been fast. Thinking I have nothing left to lose and still drunk, I, charge out the bathroom door, flailing around, shooting my revolver, going crazy on the zombies. I don't know if I hit any, cause I fell back down the stairs. I feel pretty stupid thinking about it now. But, the zombies stayed up on the second floor. It was pretty weird to tell you the truth. I ran out the door and onto the street, looking for a safe place to hide. I, luckily, found a building to my right, across the street and ran to it. I think the rest is self-explanatory. End of Journal 1 Chapter FourJournal 2 Turns out this building was a old deli of some kind. At least there's meat and water here. I gonna need it to, turns out theirs more zombies here than yesterday. I'll have to be-
Chapter FiveCalvin woke up in bed, an osmotic IV in his arm, and nearby monitors displaying his vital signs, blood composition, and brain-oxygen levels.
The wall slid apart and a balding man entered. He wore a lab coat with Necrotech insignias on his shoulders. His dark eyes fixed on Calvin.
Chapter SixThe room had white concave walls, and Calvin's eyes had a hard time focusing.
"If you couldn't tell already," Cortez said, still patiently, "we are in a bunker underneath the Button building, so that when the zombies overrun Malton, they would have been spared. We... took it from them and it is now our base of operations, in this part if Malton." Cortez swiveled the laptop so that he could see it and highlighted an orange suburb. "We are here," he exclaimed. The suburb he highlighted said, Old Arkham.
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