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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 15, 2007 23:02:14 GMT -5
Ivan headed for the stairs, burying the sharpened tip of his crowbar into the head of an unfortunate lost soul who had gotten in his path. He jumped as he reached the gap, easily reaching the other side, and rushed to the large room upstairs.
There, laying dead and seriously wounded on the floor, was his older brother, Tovarisch. The back of his head had been blown off, and a section of brain had spilled out onto the floor. Blood painted the wall behind him, leaving a stain reminiscent of a Picasso painting. Ivan fell to his knees next to his brother, and began to weep, praying to whatever God he could that it wasn't too late to revive him.
Following standard procedure, he injected the syringe into his brothers spine, and pumped the glistening serum into his system. He kept another syringe out, just in case the first one had failed, and began advanced first aid, mending any scrapes, gashes, or bites he could find, and bandaging up the hole in his brothers head, which at this point had begun reconstruction thanks to the mysterious science behind the Necrotech standard issue Revivification syringe.
"Come on you drunk bastard, live."
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