Post by albub on Sept 6, 2008 2:02:05 GMT -5
Alex awakens suspended in a viscous fluid and tries to scream. Upon discovering the futility of screaming, he tries to take in his surroundings.
'Hmmm, looks like some sort of science lab. Mortotech, or Necrotech, or somesuch bullshit probably. Looks like they brought my bag, I wonder where the hell those two psychos are.' He thought to himself.
Surfacing in the tank and removing all of the life support apparatuses, Alex pulled himself out of the glass chamber. He threw on his old sweats and mourned the loss of his linens. He shed a tear over his scotch glass and took stock of what remained in his bag.
"Let's see here, we have the scotch... Good. Canteen, feels like there's some water in it. The chlorine is still here too, excellent. The radio! I wonder how that military guy is doing, I hope they didn't find him. I'll have to give him a buzz after I get out of here. I must have dropped my gun sometime between when I passed out in that sewer and when they found me again. Shit. I wonder if they have any supplies kicking around. I can't spend too much time looking before they come back."
Looking around the room Alex spots some food wrappers and general clutter that would have accumulated over the course of the outbreak. He packs his things and gets ready to leave.
'Man, I feel brand fucking new! Whatever those guys did to me, it sure took care of the damage... Wait, i don't even feel the bullet holes, what the fuck did they do? How long was I out?' Alex thought idly as he roamed the corridors, looking for an exit. Then, he stumbled across a room that had several corpses in it that had reached different stages of decay. One of them had a shotgun tucked between its upper and lower jaw, and most of the back of the skull was gone. Checking the load, Alex determined it had two shells remaining in the magazine, and in the corpses pockets he found another 3. He pumped it and loaded a 3rd shell, then reached for his radio.
"Yo, you still there man?"
'Hmmm, looks like some sort of science lab. Mortotech, or Necrotech, or somesuch bullshit probably. Looks like they brought my bag, I wonder where the hell those two psychos are.' He thought to himself.
Surfacing in the tank and removing all of the life support apparatuses, Alex pulled himself out of the glass chamber. He threw on his old sweats and mourned the loss of his linens. He shed a tear over his scotch glass and took stock of what remained in his bag.
"Let's see here, we have the scotch... Good. Canteen, feels like there's some water in it. The chlorine is still here too, excellent. The radio! I wonder how that military guy is doing, I hope they didn't find him. I'll have to give him a buzz after I get out of here. I must have dropped my gun sometime between when I passed out in that sewer and when they found me again. Shit. I wonder if they have any supplies kicking around. I can't spend too much time looking before they come back."
Looking around the room Alex spots some food wrappers and general clutter that would have accumulated over the course of the outbreak. He packs his things and gets ready to leave.
'Man, I feel brand fucking new! Whatever those guys did to me, it sure took care of the damage... Wait, i don't even feel the bullet holes, what the fuck did they do? How long was I out?' Alex thought idly as he roamed the corridors, looking for an exit. Then, he stumbled across a room that had several corpses in it that had reached different stages of decay. One of them had a shotgun tucked between its upper and lower jaw, and most of the back of the skull was gone. Checking the load, Alex determined it had two shells remaining in the magazine, and in the corpses pockets he found another 3. He pumped it and loaded a 3rd shell, then reached for his radio.
"Yo, you still there man?"