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 of which I can say confidently: I utterly failed.

The containment precautions had flaws in all NT buildings at the boundries of the Malton, being the city centre the richest source for data collection of combat records, it received top priority, which is the same to say the only priority; my job as you can guess, is data collection for biological warfare. I was assigned an NT countermeasure force solider for the job, who was supposed to pick me up for our combat study journey, he never arrived.

Not long after our rations ran out, my supervisors had deserted me and left me for dead, or dinner to be more precise. Most of them committed suicide with the aid of syringes filled with cocktails of the finest sedatives the company has to offer, some just jumped out the window, I disposed of my sedated colleages by dumping their bodies outside the complex.

I'm starting to feel dizzy, probably because 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 the building, a few broken bones I can guess, I dumped them all from the third floor, they've been angry and graoning all night in pain or hunger, it's impossible to tell.

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 reminds 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, the blood splashes and squirts go on for a short while, it's fascinating to be a 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 sudden but brief moment of silence, my lab assitant tries to get up but 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 right into my assistant's mouth, blowing her brains all over the sidewalk, her blonde hair swings peacefully in the air down to the concrete.

The man finally finds his way through 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, one of them with his name "Karl" and a friendly NT logo on his left breast-plate, he approaches slowly, breathing heavily, scanning the environment through his lifeless mask lenses.

As soon as I get up from my peaceful spot, dizzy and sleepy, my manners automatically respond to his figure of authority and I try to shake his hand properly with my weak left hand.

"Hello I'm Jame..."

"OH SHIT TOO LATE!"

BANG, BANG, BANG.

"GET SOME! YOU LEAD-EATING SON OF A BITCH! HA-HA!"

BANG, BANG, BANG.

"GET SOME!"

BANG.

Corrected by Julieta Treviño.