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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 9, 2012 21:38:28 GMT 1
9 December 2012
There is no god holy enough to grant us mercy for what we have done to ourselves. I snuck into the lab after O'Neil left for the bathroom, I had at least a 30 minute window because of the way the lack of gravity would make his visit longer. I looked all over, but it looked like any other lab. Except for one folder and a series of green tubes. They were labeld XR-5, a new sort of military drug. Guessing of the notes I found with them...the thing that created the dead down below. They couldnt destroy it down on Earth. It was to contagious, airborn, clothing...it had to be kept here in space.But it got out, Jesus Christ we opened Pandora's box.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 11, 2012 8:26:34 GMT 1
Wasn't sure what I was writing about here until I got thirty words in.
10 December 2012
Frigging shoulder hurts, and this idiot is asking me why I tackled that guy. He keeps asking, but it's not like I'm gonna answer with more than a bark. My human is holding her head and shaking. Shouldn't the dumbass be asking her a few questions about her attacker? What is it with humans anyway? I tilt my head at him and give him my best sympathetic look and he buys it. He finally goes and talks to my human, but when she lifts her head up she looks dazed and her speech is slurred. He shakes his head and walks back to his car, talking about getting help. Yeah, better let somebody else be useful, pal.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 11, 2012 12:52:40 GMT 1
10 December 2012
I'm being held at gunpoint by O'neil. He saysI wasnt supposed to find the XR-5. It was a routine. Go to the ISS and keep the virus there so it cant fall into enemy hands. Take the tourist with you so the media doesnt draw attention to the secret package. He knew out of all of 'em if the vorus wasnt contained soon...it would be a one way ticket. It;s all the same he says, starving here in the cold vaccuum of space or gnawed on by the dead below. I see Chalmers come in, O'neil panics and fires....and all hell brakes loose.
11 December 2012
It's all gone to hell. Chalmer's was hit in the neck and died choking in blood. Richard's shot a shocked O'neil in turn before he went to hold a ding Chamer's in his arms...who then proceeded to bite him in the neck. O'Neil came back as well and tried to go for me. If it wasnt for Lee who pulled me and locked the door to the lab, I would;ve been one of them. Lee asks me what happend in there and I replied. He is on the phone with Moscow right now....
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 12, 2012 18:00:23 GMT 1
12 December 2012
The cat is out of the bag. The Russians told us why they are sending a shuttle up to us. The virus needs to be brought back to Earth in the hopes an antidote might be found. Several American scientists are on site right now and made some progress…but they need the XR-5. This thing, this horrible….thing we made, spread all over the world. When somebody dies, they come back as one of them. Our only chance is to make the antidote airborne and wait until the last of those monsters are dead. We got two days to get that virus. Lee is sharpening whatever he can find to put O’Neil, Chalmers and Richard to rest. I’m looking forward to it. Down below millions are dying, hiding or surviving. It’s time I joined in their horrors and nightmares, it’s time I go home and see Rachel..one way or another.
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 13, 2012 17:16:00 GMT 1
These are badass, Gorvar. I really like this story. It's a very natural 'voice' and it makes it very immersive, I think.
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Post by Clint Johnston on Dec 13, 2012 23:18:45 GMT 1
Ditto that, Gorvar. You take any inspiration from World War Z?
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 14, 2012 0:20:06 GMT 1
13 December 2012
We drank the last bag of dutch courage we had in our supplies before the final attack. It was us two against the three of them. Last night Lee told me he had two kids and a ex-wife at home. It was his fault he claimed, he spend to much time up here then down there where it mattered the most. I told him he would see them again and he apreciated my words, but deep down he knew i was lying. Even IF we made it of this station, who knew if they were still alive? Who knew how long WE would last? As he put his hand on the door he told a joke he used to tell his mates. A Customer in a restaurant goes Waiter, waiter! There is a frog in my soup!!! The Waiter replies Sorry, sir. The fly is on vacation. I gave a small smile as he snickerd, I forgot how to laugh. We looked at each other one last time before we opened the door and leaped into the jaws of death.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 14, 2012 16:08:20 GMT 1
14 december 2012
These are my last thoughts. First things first, I got the virus and I made sure when the the Russians arrive, they will have it with them. I strapped myself to the chair, so when I come back I wont go after them. The bitemark on my arm is getting worse, it feels like it's on fire. We managed to kill Richards, but Chalmers and O'Neil got Lee. He did the honourable thing and threw himself with the two others in an escape pod and shot themselves into Earth's orbit, burning as bright as star. I hope Lee was dead by then. Still, he didnt know Chalmers bite me. I make no illusions, i'm on the way out. The sun is rising and I see the russian shuttle in the distance going for the Chinese first. I'll be dead by the time they get here. But it's okay, i'm going to see Rachel now, and our baby boy. But for now, for these last few moments I am the eye in the sky on a dead Earth.
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 14, 2012 16:16:15 GMT 1
Awesome.
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Post by Battlechantress on Dec 14, 2012 21:51:06 GMT 1
14 December 2012
Leila was a quivering mess the first time we met. Our second meeting yesterday went only slightly better. This time, however, I was taking her home with me as a foster. One who doesn't seem to know kindness from humans, or that the inside of a house is a safe place to be. Henry and Annie are good teachers, and she seems to look up to them for guidance for just about everything. She felt comfortable enough to sleep by my feet when I slept on the couch last night. Three years is a long time to learn human kindness.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 16, 2012 0:02:48 GMT 1
( Okay this is more like 200 words but sod it, EPILOGUE!)
15 December 2012
The Chinese astronauts are secured and are on their way home now. HQ wanted us to save them and make sure the Chinese send their men to aid ours into driving the walking dead back from our cities. I dont see why, our people fought off the French, the German and endured the harsh winters. The Virus is now being worked on by every scientist humanity has left. time will tell if they succeed. We found only one American in the station where we found the XR-5, he turned, but he strapped himself so we could end his suffering. He knew he was going to die and left a note in English. I could not read it but Dmitri claims it was adressed to us to tell what happend here. Mission said he was a rich man from Florida, paid big money for this trip so he could take a picture for his wife and son. We took the body with us and burried it in a place of honour in case the Canadians manage to find his wife in the refugees from America, he earned at least that much. Who knew one hundred years ago that the survival of humanity was to thank to the very embodiment of Capatalism? Lenin and Stalin must be spinning in their graves, poor choice of words. As I looked down from that window to our planet, i could not help but marvel at her beauty and think however foolishly...that there is hope for us. Always.
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Post by Mister Buch on Dec 16, 2012 17:23:41 GMT 1
I like that one very much.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 16, 2012 17:44:55 GMT 1
Last one as well, I seriously got nothing left.....well I got something sure for tommorow, not zombie related tho.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Dec 17, 2012 20:08:26 GMT 1
16 December 2012
The world is shaking all around me. I see people dying in the hundreds outside. They get vaporised, crushed by the buildings, I see a truck slamming into my favourite tea room. I blink one moment and my favourite spot where i sit with my friends and boyfriend is engulfed in a ball of fire. The cieling is giving away, i cover my eyes to hide from the dust and the bright light. I dont dare to open my eyes, because i know it;s one of those..horrible octopus robots that take people away. It;s screech that sounds like the sirens from hell itself sends chills to my spine. I try to move but I cant run, my body is frozen to the spot. My boyfriend is shouting for me to move, but i cant. Then the screeching stops...and a roar of a old world makes the world go quiet from awe and fear.
17 December 2012
The octopus looks away from me now and aims it;s vaporisers toward something else. A hail of machine gun fire of sorts knocks it about as the ground shakes as the ground shakes again, but this time it sounds like something bigger is coming closer, and closer. something huge. Another roar happens as sometihng collides with the octopus and proceeds to tear it apart with it's huge maw. The robot falls dead to the floor before it gets smashed by the newcomer's strong paws. As I look up to my saviour, my heart stops again today. It was a dinosaur, a T-Rex armed with machine guns and missile launchers. "Get to safety." It says." Leave the aliens to us." He looks up as he gives another roar." Sauroks, move out!"
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Post by Clint Johnston on Dec 17, 2012 20:35:32 GMT 1
What is it with Gorvar and the end of the world?
The T-rex with rocket launchers was cool. But how is it going to pull the trigger?
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