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Clicking one of the bright yellow magnets to the metal wall, Jacob Brown moved on through labyrinthine laboratory. At every junction he would pause, listening to the occasional shuffling footsteps in the distance, attach an yellow magnet to the wall to find his way back, consult the small map and then moving on with purpose. | |||
Four hours earlier he had been ordered by Necrotech to enter the lab and find Susan Winters. She had in turn been tasked by the Chief executive with some sort of experiment. No one other than the Chief, Susan and her loyal ‘assistants’ knew what was going on down in the old military lab, but everyone had seen the assistants bringing stray zombies in from the wastelands. People had complained initially, worried that Necrotech was playing god with the turned. Dissent had been quelled after power had suddenly surged back through the Copeland building's power grid. | |||
With a new wave of popularity, volunteers were numerous. ‘Retrieval Squads’ were arranged to patrol the immediate suburb, capturing the wandering dead with barbed staves, dragging undead bodies back to the lab and down into its depths. | |||
And then five hours earlier the power had cut out. Panicked employees rushed to the Chief's office, demanding answers. The Chief marched to the lab, only to find the guards had abandoned their posts and the entrance doors flung open, exposing the dark empty corridors within. Jacob had been chosen as the most capable, and armed with a pistol, knife and a bag of luminous tracker magnets he had, entered the darkened lab. | |||
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He paused, and looked around; from behind him he could hear a metallic scraping sound. As the noise grew louder, Jacob crouched, stood still and peered into the gloom. Ahead stretched a large vaulted room, blackened windows looking down at the dark empty space, where a large undead man lurched. Dragging its shoulder on the wall, off balance, it moved toward him. Jacob slowly drew the knife, holding his ground as the zombie reached toward him with bloated fingers. Ducking under its reach Jacob swiftly thrust the knife upward, toward its throat, but with a loud clang the knife bounced off, he thrust again, aiming for the eye socket, again the knife skittered away. Recoiling he kicked out at the zombies chest, throwing it to the ground and in one swift movement, drew his flashlight, shining the bright beam down on the zombie as it pulled itself toward him. | |||
Jacob groaned. The zombie was covered in crude metal plates, each one riveted to different parts of its body. To its head Jacob could see a crudely welded helm of metal, vicious bolts anchoring it to its skull. Under its chin a flat metal bar, and in front of its eyes, two round metal circlets, held in place with bloodstained screws. Every weak point had been reinforced by the metal plating. | |||
Jacob began to panic and scrabbled for his holstered pistol. As he did so the zombie pushed itself up, wobbling toward him, off balance from a loose plate on its leg, it threw itself on top of its prey. Jacob managed to squeeze a round off, dislodging a plate bolted to the armored monstrosities forehead, before its blackened mouth came crashing down, tearing into his nose and brow. | |||
Watching from the observation deck Susan made a note on her clipboard. Turning to the technician behind she spoke with a hiss, "The test is over, get the generators back online, we have more work to do." | |||
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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.
Chapter SevenClicking one of the bright yellow magnets to the metal wall, Jacob Brown moved on through labyrinthine laboratory. At every junction he would pause, listening to the occasional shuffling footsteps in the distance, attach an yellow magnet to the wall to find his way back, consult the small map and then moving on with purpose. Four hours earlier he had been ordered by Necrotech to enter the lab and find Susan Winters. She had in turn been tasked by the Chief executive with some sort of experiment. No one other than the Chief, Susan and her loyal ‘assistants’ knew what was going on down in the old military lab, but everyone had seen the assistants bringing stray zombies in from the wastelands. People had complained initially, worried that Necrotech was playing god with the turned. Dissent had been quelled after power had suddenly surged back through the Copeland building's power grid. With a new wave of popularity, volunteers were numerous. ‘Retrieval Squads’ were arranged to patrol the immediate suburb, capturing the wandering dead with barbed staves, dragging undead bodies back to the lab and down into its depths. And then five hours earlier the power had cut out. Panicked employees rushed to the Chief's office, demanding answers. The Chief marched to the lab, only to find the guards had abandoned their posts and the entrance doors flung open, exposing the dark empty corridors within. Jacob had been chosen as the most capable, and armed with a pistol, knife and a bag of luminous tracker magnets he had, entered the darkened lab. — He paused, and looked around; from behind him he could hear a metallic scraping sound. As the noise grew louder, Jacob crouched, stood still and peered into the gloom. Ahead stretched a large vaulted room, blackened windows looking down at the dark empty space, where a large undead man lurched. Dragging its shoulder on the wall, off balance, it moved toward him. Jacob slowly drew the knife, holding his ground as the zombie reached toward him with bloated fingers. Ducking under its reach Jacob swiftly thrust the knife upward, toward its throat, but with a loud clang the knife bounced off, he thrust again, aiming for the eye socket, again the knife skittered away. Recoiling he kicked out at the zombies chest, throwing it to the ground and in one swift movement, drew his flashlight, shining the bright beam down on the zombie as it pulled itself toward him. Jacob groaned. The zombie was covered in crude metal plates, each one riveted to different parts of its body. To its head Jacob could see a crudely welded helm of metal, vicious bolts anchoring it to its skull. Under its chin a flat metal bar, and in front of its eyes, two round metal circlets, held in place with bloodstained screws. Every weak point had been reinforced by the metal plating. Jacob began to panic and scrabbled for his holstered pistol. As he did so the zombie pushed itself up, wobbling toward him, off balance from a loose plate on its leg, it threw itself on top of its prey. Jacob managed to squeeze a round off, dislodging a plate bolted to the armored monstrosities forehead, before its blackened mouth came crashing down, tearing into his nose and brow. Watching from the observation deck Susan made a note on her clipboard. Turning to the technician behind she spoke with a hiss, "The test is over, get the generators back online, we have more work to do." Whatchamacallits
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