Chapter 1: The awakning
The world was a dark place; Vincent thought as he tentatively moved his eyelids apart, revealing the above ceiling in all it's filthy splendor. Groaning in discomfort, and blinking several times to remove the sandy sleep from his mixed colour orbs; Saint slowly rose himself into a sitting position. Flashes of the last few moments before passing out played themselves in front of his mind like the re-run of some bad movie. Soldiers; lots of soldiers. That was the last thing Vincent had seen before getting knocked out. He was on the way to some stupid mansion when he got attacked by the group. He had been surprised, and so had really not stood a chance against them.
Vincent now placed his feet beneath himself, and stood up carefully. After a quick inspection of his body, he found that he was alright. Surprised at the discovery, Saint shook his head in confusion; none of this had made any sense. Why had he been attacked? Why was he still alive? And why the hell was he here?
Saint: "Some bloody fucked up shit I'm in now "
Hearing the sound of his own voice calmed him down a little. Deciding that he had better have a look around and find out exactly where 'here' was, Vincent took in his surroundings: it was dark; only a pitifully weak lamplight above gave any illumination. The room he was in wasnt exactly small, like a cell, but it wasent very large either. The light above clearly brightened a circle of roughly seven feet in diameter. Everything outside the space was visible; but only just.
The wall directly in front of him however, held something of interest: A large iron double door. Eagerly, Vincent took a step towards the potential exit but stopped as suddenly his foot brushed against an object on the floor. Curious, Vincent looked down to see that there was a small handgun on the ground.
Saint: "Huh?"
A million diferent thoughts and possibilites flashed through Saint's mind then as he wondered what in God's name was happening to him. Will he pick up the small handgun Yes/No?((Hehe; I couldent resist that one...)) Deciding on the former; Vincent reached down and retrieved the weapon. Clicking the mag-release on the side, the handgun's magasine slipped out of it's position in the grip and into Saint's waiting hand.
Saint: "Five rounds"
He muttered to himself as he slipped the clip back into the grip, and chambered a bullet into firing position. Now, Vincent walked the rest of the way to the large door, only to find that it was padlocked. Swearing under his breath, Vincent turned around and leaned against the heavy door. What the hell was he going to do? At the edge of his vision; the darkness slowly shifted, as something moved just outside the light. The rough, unclear outline of a human could be made out. Vincent; unaware of the extreme danger he was in, calmly spoke to the shadow.
Saint: "Guess I ain't alone in this shithole eh? What's your name?"
The deep sound of a contorted moan made it's way into his ear. Still unfazed -Saint had made a similar sound when he had arisen- Vincent took a step towards the other person. As he drew nearer however, Saint's instincts silently warned him to be careful.
Saint: "Alright, tell me who you are right now! And hey; I'm armed here so dont do anything stupid"
If the person he was speaking to heard his words; he did not show it. Now deeply suspicious, Saint raised the handgun and pointed it at the advancing figure.
Saint: "Okay; stop right now, put your hands in the air, and tell me who the hell you are!"
For a second, the other man stood at the edge of the lamp's glow; just out of clear view, before finally stepping into the light...
Saint: "What... the fuck...!?"
Saint's face contorted into a look of absolute shock and confusion as the man finally became fully visible. Blood soaked the person from head to toe; and there was a deep gash straight across his neck. No way on earth could this guy still be alive, Vincent thought. No way on earth could this even be possible! In terror; Saint backed off a few steps. The inhuman corpse raised it's arms stiffly in front of itself, reaching towards the retreating Vincent. His back now against the wall, Saint now knew he had no choice. Aiming the handgun at the zombie's head, he fired. For a split second, everything all seemed to slow down as the bullet flew from the weapon's barrel, and pierced the other man's skull. Bloody grey matter splattered the wall furthest from Vincent as the force of the round's exit sprayed some of the creature's brain contents straight out of it's head. In utter astonishment; Saint watched as the zombie continued to shuffle towards him as if nothing had happened.
Saint: "Impossible... Im-god-damned-possible"
His finger slammed on the trigger again; and again, and again, and again as he emptied the Handgun's clip into the monster's skull. After the fifth shot, finally the zombie slowly sunk to it's knees, and then collapsed. Breathing hard; heart pumping furiously, Vincent dropped the now-useless weapon to the ground.
Saint: "Zombies... Fucking Zombies!"
Vincent suddenly froze as he noticed a tiny glimmer of light within the creatures hand. It was the key to the padlocked door, reflecting the shine from the above lamp. Terrified of the prospect of having to go anywhere near the corpse; but having no other real choice, Vincent gingerly moved towards it... The thing looked dead; but that was little comfort, as it had looked dead when it was walking and trying to eat him. Finally, Saint had reached the body. Reaching down slowly for the key in it's hand, Saint tried to pry the monsters fingers open. Steadily, he lifted the key steadily from the corpses grasp. Vincent was just about to step back when suddenly the 'dead' body suddenly grabbed hold of his arm. Nearly crapping himself in shock; Vincent pulled away in horror; the thing was rising to it's feet as Saint ran over to the padlocked door and slipped the key inside the hole. Twisting the lock open in near panic, he tore the unlocked door open and rushed through without looking. Spinning around, Vincent saw the zombie follow closely. Having no time, Saint grabbed hold of the iron doors, and slammed them shut. Conveniently; there was a massive locking bar placed just to the side. Hardly in the state of mind to ponder the issue; Vincent slid the iron bar straight accross the door; sealing it completely.
He backed away from the door; as several thudding noises could be heard emnating from the other side. The monster was trying to get through after him... However, the door held; and after a few horrifying moments of this, the bashing subsided. Vincent had just survived his first encounter with the undead...
For quite a few seconds he remained perfectly still; trying to force his heart to slow back down into a regular rythem. Once that had been done, Saint now took in his new surroundings. He was in a corridor, the floors and walls all made of loose grey stone. Something that was quite interesting though was that along the sides of the corridor, there were many doors identical to those he had just came through... Maybe, just maybe... Walking up to the nearest door, Vincent kicked against it.
Saint: "Hey; is there anyone else in there!?"
No response.
He walked up to the next door and made a similar attempt at alerting anyone inside to his presence. Once again however; there was no answer. Growing disheartened; Vincent passed by the rest of the metal doors without any further ado; until he reached the end of the end of the long corridor. Before him now was a large pair of shining metal slide doors. Unlike those he had passed just earlier; these seemed to be clean and well maintained. Without warning; a monotonous voice passd through the air.
Computer: "Please submit retinal Identification"
Saint: "Huh!?"
Surprised; Vincent watched as a secret panel opened acrorr the wall beside the silver slide doors. Unsure of how to proceed however, Vincent just decided to wait for a moment as he decided the best course of action. Also; He wanted to wait to see if there anyone else was still alive down here. It was so; that for once in his life; Vincent remained patient...
The world was a dark place; Vincent thought as he tentatively moved his eyelids apart, revealing the above ceiling in all it's filthy splendor. Groaning in discomfort, and blinking several times to remove the sandy sleep from his mixed colour orbs; Saint slowly rose himself into a sitting position. Flashes of the last few moments before passing out played themselves in front of his mind like the re-run of some bad movie. Soldiers; lots of soldiers. That was the last thing Vincent had seen before getting knocked out. He was on the way to some stupid mansion when he got attacked by the group. He had been surprised, and so had really not stood a chance against them.
Vincent now placed his feet beneath himself, and stood up carefully. After a quick inspection of his body, he found that he was alright. Surprised at the discovery, Saint shook his head in confusion; none of this had made any sense. Why had he been attacked? Why was he still alive? And why the hell was he here?
Saint: "Some bloody fucked up shit I'm in now "
Hearing the sound of his own voice calmed him down a little. Deciding that he had better have a look around and find out exactly where 'here' was, Vincent took in his surroundings: it was dark; only a pitifully weak lamplight above gave any illumination. The room he was in wasnt exactly small, like a cell, but it wasent very large either. The light above clearly brightened a circle of roughly seven feet in diameter. Everything outside the space was visible; but only just.
The wall directly in front of him however, held something of interest: A large iron double door. Eagerly, Vincent took a step towards the potential exit but stopped as suddenly his foot brushed against an object on the floor. Curious, Vincent looked down to see that there was a small handgun on the ground.
Saint: "Huh?"
A million diferent thoughts and possibilites flashed through Saint's mind then as he wondered what in God's name was happening to him. Will he pick up the small handgun Yes/No?((Hehe; I couldent resist that one...)) Deciding on the former; Vincent reached down and retrieved the weapon. Clicking the mag-release on the side, the handgun's magasine slipped out of it's position in the grip and into Saint's waiting hand.
Saint: "Five rounds"
He muttered to himself as he slipped the clip back into the grip, and chambered a bullet into firing position. Now, Vincent walked the rest of the way to the large door, only to find that it was padlocked. Swearing under his breath, Vincent turned around and leaned against the heavy door. What the hell was he going to do? At the edge of his vision; the darkness slowly shifted, as something moved just outside the light. The rough, unclear outline of a human could be made out. Vincent; unaware of the extreme danger he was in, calmly spoke to the shadow.
Saint: "Guess I ain't alone in this shithole eh? What's your name?"
The deep sound of a contorted moan made it's way into his ear. Still unfazed -Saint had made a similar sound when he had arisen- Vincent took a step towards the other person. As he drew nearer however, Saint's instincts silently warned him to be careful.
Saint: "Alright, tell me who you are right now! And hey; I'm armed here so dont do anything stupid"
If the person he was speaking to heard his words; he did not show it. Now deeply suspicious, Saint raised the handgun and pointed it at the advancing figure.
Saint: "Okay; stop right now, put your hands in the air, and tell me who the hell you are!"
For a second, the other man stood at the edge of the lamp's glow; just out of clear view, before finally stepping into the light...
Saint: "What... the fuck...!?"
Saint's face contorted into a look of absolute shock and confusion as the man finally became fully visible. Blood soaked the person from head to toe; and there was a deep gash straight across his neck. No way on earth could this guy still be alive, Vincent thought. No way on earth could this even be possible! In terror; Saint backed off a few steps. The inhuman corpse raised it's arms stiffly in front of itself, reaching towards the retreating Vincent. His back now against the wall, Saint now knew he had no choice. Aiming the handgun at the zombie's head, he fired. For a split second, everything all seemed to slow down as the bullet flew from the weapon's barrel, and pierced the other man's skull. Bloody grey matter splattered the wall furthest from Vincent as the force of the round's exit sprayed some of the creature's brain contents straight out of it's head. In utter astonishment; Saint watched as the zombie continued to shuffle towards him as if nothing had happened.
Saint: "Impossible... Im-god-damned-possible"
His finger slammed on the trigger again; and again, and again, and again as he emptied the Handgun's clip into the monster's skull. After the fifth shot, finally the zombie slowly sunk to it's knees, and then collapsed. Breathing hard; heart pumping furiously, Vincent dropped the now-useless weapon to the ground.
Saint: "Zombies... Fucking Zombies!"
Vincent suddenly froze as he noticed a tiny glimmer of light within the creatures hand. It was the key to the padlocked door, reflecting the shine from the above lamp. Terrified of the prospect of having to go anywhere near the corpse; but having no other real choice, Vincent gingerly moved towards it... The thing looked dead; but that was little comfort, as it had looked dead when it was walking and trying to eat him. Finally, Saint had reached the body. Reaching down slowly for the key in it's hand, Saint tried to pry the monsters fingers open. Steadily, he lifted the key steadily from the corpses grasp. Vincent was just about to step back when suddenly the 'dead' body suddenly grabbed hold of his arm. Nearly crapping himself in shock; Vincent pulled away in horror; the thing was rising to it's feet as Saint ran over to the padlocked door and slipped the key inside the hole. Twisting the lock open in near panic, he tore the unlocked door open and rushed through without looking. Spinning around, Vincent saw the zombie follow closely. Having no time, Saint grabbed hold of the iron doors, and slammed them shut. Conveniently; there was a massive locking bar placed just to the side. Hardly in the state of mind to ponder the issue; Vincent slid the iron bar straight accross the door; sealing it completely.
He backed away from the door; as several thudding noises could be heard emnating from the other side. The monster was trying to get through after him... However, the door held; and after a few horrifying moments of this, the bashing subsided. Vincent had just survived his first encounter with the undead...
For quite a few seconds he remained perfectly still; trying to force his heart to slow back down into a regular rythem. Once that had been done, Saint now took in his new surroundings. He was in a corridor, the floors and walls all made of loose grey stone. Something that was quite interesting though was that along the sides of the corridor, there were many doors identical to those he had just came through... Maybe, just maybe... Walking up to the nearest door, Vincent kicked against it.
Saint: "Hey; is there anyone else in there!?"
No response.
He walked up to the next door and made a similar attempt at alerting anyone inside to his presence. Once again however; there was no answer. Growing disheartened; Vincent passed by the rest of the metal doors without any further ado; until he reached the end of the end of the long corridor. Before him now was a large pair of shining metal slide doors. Unlike those he had passed just earlier; these seemed to be clean and well maintained. Without warning; a monotonous voice passd through the air.
Computer: "Please submit retinal Identification"
Saint: "Huh!?"
Surprised; Vincent watched as a secret panel opened acrorr the wall beside the silver slide doors. Unsure of how to proceed however, Vincent just decided to wait for a moment as he decided the best course of action. Also; He wanted to wait to see if there anyone else was still alive down here. It was so; that for once in his life; Vincent remained patient...