User:FXI/Omega

This story is part of the Malton Chronicles. This story is fan-made, and is not officially part of any background history for Urban Dead.

January 15, 2008

My eyes open.

I look around, taking in the surroundings, I'm lying in an office, the dirty walls covered in half cleaned blood, a desk lyes in the on its side in the middle of the room, my shotgun and pistol lays beside me where I left them the night before. I pull myself out of my grimy sleeping bag and wander over to the window. through the 2nd story cracked glass I can see three dead bodies and one of.......them.

They came three years ago, no one knows exactly how or why, no matter the case they are here, and life has never been the same since.

I look out farther, several blocks down lays Downy Mall, the soft glow of its light are a beacon to survivors and the creatures alike. The horizon is impaled by countless other buildings, some lit some dark. There is a horrible stench, the stench emanates from the very city itself, the stench of death.

With nothing left to see outside I turn my attention inward. I busy myself with my stash of gear when I hear a crashing noise from downstairs.

Holstering my revolver and arming my shotgun I rush to the noise, carefully maneuvering my way down the rickety staircase. I finally reach the front door, one of the creatures broke through the barricades!

Taking in the situation, I see four people dragging assorted pieces of junk to block the door, three people are shooting at the creature with revolvers and it is mauling some poor sucker armed with a fire axe. I fire my shotgun twice and miss it twice, instead of losing precious seconds reloading I draw my revolver and take careful aim. One of my comrades hits it in the shoulder, a second hits in in the lower back,I pull my trigger and hit it in the back of its head.

Before I can even lower my gun, the third gunner is dragging the creatures body outside and a medic is at fireaxe's side with a first aid kit (FAK)

"Is he going to be okay?" I ask the medic.

"He's lost a lot of blood, and that creature had an infective bite, but I've seen worse. A couple of FAKs and he will be just fine," Says the medic.

I sigh and say, "Just another day in Malton."

The next day

I awaken to the same room, someone cleaned it over night. The blood was for the most part cleaned off the walls and the desk sat upright in front of the window where it belonged. I grab my stuff and head to the control room, on quiet days the place was tense, today it is in a panic. Over the radio I can here pleading voices asking for help.

"What the hell is going on here?" I ask the person next to me.

"There is a massive group of the creatures coming straight at us,"the girl said," The mall has already been overrun and the boss has ordered evacuation of all civilian personnel."

"What can I do to help?"

"We need your gun and cading skills at the front door, hurry, we don't have much time."

When I reach the front door I see the same group as yesterday, including fireaxeman with heavy bandages. Almost immediately the creature are bashing the barricades.

We rush to reinforce them but they are falling to fast, next thing I know they are pouring in the gap. We open fire, two gunmen instantly disappeared into their numbers, a third gets off three shot before he is dragged away. I fire into the crowd with my shotgun multiple times, I hear a distinctive click from the gun. I drop it and draw my pistol, I take aim and fire, their numbers to great to miss.

My pistol clicks. With no time to reload I grab for my fire axe. To late, one of them has grabbed me and is keeping me from my weapon. I have one last hope, a Necrotech syringe in my pocket, if I can just inject its glittering serum into the creature......no, like my fire axe it to is out of my reach. There is no escape for me this time.

Had I lived a normal life for the past three years, I would of found it most odd that the last words that were to leave my mouth before my heart stopped were:

"Damn it! Not again!"