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• 8May 09

  Day 3

  Well I've been posting sporadically, waiting to get as many views as possible, but apparently I'm mostly writing because I still feel like it even if no one reads what I write. Oh well. Enjoy Day 3 ResidentEman!

  I wake up with a start, grabbing my pistol next to me and sweep the room. I think a sound woke me up, but once I breathe, I realize what it really was. "OH JESUS!" I actually wretch the stench is so bad. That little stinker left me a final **** you! The smell is absolutely atrocious and I can't stand it. I look through the cracks in the boards covering the windows and see that it is daylight anyway, another excuse to leave. As soon as I pack up my gear, I pull away all the furniture covering the smashed boards and jump out. Looking quickly at my GPS to see where I marked the location of my bike, I ready my MP7 and start methodically moving through the shanties.

  I go a couple of streets down, still about six streets from the exit and about a hundred and fifty yards from there to my bike, without incident. However, as soon as I turn to scan an alley to my left, I freeze in place. Six men are pushing a cage in the direction I just came from down a side street. Inside the cage is a huge, lanky, and thin man with a burlap sack completely coveringhis head tied on,grabbing the bars and shaking them violently. He must be seven feet tall and he's going absolutely nuts inside this cage. I try to slowly sidestep to cross the intersection and hope they don't notice, but suddenly one of them looks my way and yells something. Needless to say, I start running.

  • Posted May 8, 2009 5:06 pm GMT
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• 14Apr 09

  Day 2 Part 5

  Well, it seems as if interest in my fanfic is waning, but I don't care. If you read this, comment, I don't care how short, but I'm trying to see how many people will read each part before I post another part. Anyway, here's the next part, enjoy!

  Okay you ugly little monkey,I'll **** with you! I do not want to let this thing make me it's next victim, so I only have one question, how do I kill it? Well, I might as well go for broke, so I unsling my G3, set it to fully auto and let fly. The creature cries out upon being hit the first couple times, and then jumps to its left and clings to the wall, much like a licker. I track it all the way and keep spraying fire at it, missing most shots during the jump but finally pounding it with six rounds while it clings to the wall. It flies back as the rounds pierce through it's hardened exterior and its tentacles frantically swing around just as my G3 clicks empty. The hunter/licker/chimera whatever it was lets out a final screech and dies.

  I let out a sigh of relief as it disintegrates and I know that the ammo wasn't wasted. Quickly reloading, I know that this station is empty, not surprisingly since that thing smelled like ****. Whatever, It's pretty close to sunset and I don't want to travel by night. So, I go downstairs and push several cabinets against the hole in the plywood I made to get in. Knowing I'll be safe for now, I remove my vest and set up my weapons near me, fully loaded. I'll miss my broadcast to Gary, but I don't particularly care. It's miss the transmission, or travel by night in unfamiliar and hostile territory. **** that. I sit back, and close my eyes. I know I won't sleep, but a man can hope right?

  • Posted Apr 14, 2009 7:01 pm GMT
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• 25Mar 09

  Day 2 Part 4

  Just a warning, do not be angry about the creature of my own creation I put into here! I am almost getting tired of sticking to the bounds of a game and I want to make this fanfic different!

  I check around me quickly in the silence, gun at the ready, my breath coming and going quickly, the only sound in the dead room.It's quiet, too quiet. I shake the clicheout of my head. There are two tables, one with a smashed radio on it, and the other covered in scattered papers, a messy medkit,and blood. When I approach, my heart almost stops. The blood is still wet, not more than a couple days old,plastering the reddened papers to the wood. The ink was smeared on the papers and I figured I wouldn't be sticking my nose into those private contents. I also see some stairs with two wooden crates beneath them. I wondered what was in the crates, maybe something useful, and I consider busting them open to find out. Oh screw that!I leave the crates where they lie not wanting to waste time.

  I bring my pistol to bear, lining up the elevated, painted sights and proceeding slowly, checking where I plant my feet. A couple more ginger steps and I turn into the upstairs. The room is barren save for some empty gun racks and ammunition shelves. Not like I need those supplies badly considering the freaking armory my wood house has. On the other side of the room I spot the source of all the blood downstairs. A black man with a huge gash in his arm, withgauzewrapped around it and a ragas a turniquette. It must not have worked. Upon checking his pulse, I know he's dead. He is wearing Rhodesian camouflage and a tan shirt with the BSAA logo emblazened on it. Checking his dogtags, I see his name was Idi Mumba. The "Africa" tag under Country of Origin confirms he was from around here. I shake my head, wondering how the hell it keeps happening, these biohazards. I could only hope the bastards responsible would pay.

  I now turn my attention to the padlocked door just next to him. With a key I find next to him, I slowly unlock and remove the steel padlock. With my Mk23 raised, I kick in the door, and am immediately greeted by a horrible stench like someone combined garlic with ketchup, mustard, and s**t. It literally burns my eyes, but I keep them open and almost wish I hadn't. In the middle of the barren room is some greenish brownmonstrosity. It almost looks like a hunter, but it has tentacles like an insect and a pulsing growth on its shoulder. My first thought is of that line from Predator: You are oneUGLY mother****er! It lets out a horrible screech and projectile vomits more of the foul smelling fluid my way. I narrowly avoid being splashed with it by dodging out of the room quickly. The insect hunter isn't too far behind though.

  • Posted Mar 25, 2009 6:04 pm GMT
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