... Ever wondered what would happen if some strange and frighten apocalypse ...

Well. People would die, Cities would become ruins & Survivors would be rare, scared, weak and unable to battle against the forces of the unnatural.

So... What would happen if some 6 feet and 4 'n a half inch tall, 280+ pound, beast of a man with a extreme split-personality disorder woke up from a coma to this crap?! NAH!

Well - Nothing fucks with The Mayne, Boy! FUCK YEAH!

Hi - This is a simply story that's based on various 90s old-school First-Person Shooters. Such of the likes being Wolfenstein, Doom, Quake, Duke Nukem, Shadow Warrior, Serious Sam, Dusk & Blood (Not 2, THE SHIT IS FUCKING TRASH!) & their various clones/child games which were inspired from such titles. Alongside those fast-paced competitive area shooters in addition.

Keep in mind that this is a M-Rated story for it's Adult-Language, Sexual Themes, Gore, Drugs & varying aggressive language and other themes. Please keep that in mind.

The premise is simple.

A strange demon invasion happens the affects the world in it's entirety. It's main-point is located in the fictional city of Nyimyle, a place known for it's varying cultures and religious beliefs in some sort of combined melting pot of such. A small cult cause an plague to affect the town causing dead to rise from the grave, spirits to come forth and violent 'n unnatural mutations in the animals all across the city. All around mayhem... Until a man with a now shattered mind wakes up and fights his way through this destroyed world.

This story will feature a strange form of writing, It's new for me as well but I hope that I could

Episode 0 - The Corrupted Hospital - Mission: 00: Emergency Wing

Cutscene Begin

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Hm?

Light? What? Who? Where?

Street Level

Flashing lights could be seen reflecting of the glass from a tall building. It's bright painted cross which was fixed on the structure to symbolize it's purpose and give knowledge as to what sort of establishment this would only be considered to be a shell of it's former self. Red & Blue flashing lights lit up the streets and crude clouds of smoke filled the skies.

The sounds of stumbling feet as horde of people walked...BUT.. They didn't walk normally. Slouched over as if their bodies had been weighting them down, skin having lose it's normal color as the mysterious folks seemingly lost... signs of life. Some lose color in hair whilst others seemingly lost their scalps. Skin seemingly looked to be almost falling of the body, dried blood and infected wounds all over. Warts & Blisters covering the skin and teeth yellowed.

This horde of abnormal people wandered towards the town, aimless and unknowing of their purposes however... The simply devoured, clawed, bite and attempted to kill anything that moved... which wasn't themselves. Groans coming annihilated vocal cords filled this air. These undead freaks were around every corner and in every building.

Inside Of The Hospital

In one of the small corners of the building. In Room 105, someone slept. Simply laying in one of the hospital bed but it was a man, a big man. Heavy built with muscle and meat. Skin appearing as a bronze in color alongside fleshy scars all over. His face was covered in bandaging aside from his eyes and nose, a gown wrapped over his body but it could barely cover his hefty frame.

*Beat*

*Beat*

*Beat*

*Beat*

A spike in heart rate could be seen on the monitor as the man seemingly snap up, two eyelids snapping open as faded dark brown eyes looked around to view the world around the world as he suddenly felt of the bed from his sudden shift in weight.

*Thud*

"Hmpf!"

Slamming against the ground as slight groans filled this small room with noise of painful body movement as joints cracked from their prolonged inability to move whilst the man attempted to regain his balance as he stood up which he only stumbled about as he leaned against the monitor. An incredible amount of pain filled this man as his breath was ragged through the two air holes just at his nose.

Looking towards a mirror which was located a slight bit away from the current object he was leaning.

"mhahdfahdffukkkka"

Speaking hurt and it was even worse with this stupid bandages over his face. Keeping an arm against whatever could keeping on his feet as he faltered? Okay. Let's just say this shit like a man... crawled whilst upright with a single arm as support... Like a bitch. In this current situation, the man couldn't say that he wasn't given how weak he seemed at the moment.

Just as he managed to get within arms reach of the mirror, his other arm snapped forward as he reached over and tried to keep himself balanced. He failed as he was a bit too far which he began to fall but he slammed his arm that kept him up on the wall just under the mirror. This managed to prevent himself from hitting the ground. I think falling down would be even more impossible to get up from which the mysterious man felt his balance coming back and his strength.

His boundless strength that was trapped in this form was beginning thrust into him. The man stood straighter and bolder, uprighting himself as he cracked his spine by move his hips forward and back the opposite direction. Crackling noises could be heard as the man moved his knuckles and forced them into his an open hand followed by pushing them with extreme force and doing so to the other hand which he moved his hands towards the bandaging... hesitating for a moment until he bravely grasp the medical gauze placed onto his head. Scratching, peeling and ripping at the cloth as the man attempted to rip it from his face but the only sight that greet him was...

A horror.

Lips were removed as the gums were exposed as their pink and natural color was replaced with this tainted red. Crude stitching was done as horrible lines of what could be seen as old and dried hot glue was on such spots, old scar markings. A mop of flowing black locks... Replaced by a buzzed head as incredibly short hair. Who was this? The man didn't believe what he had seen. THIS GUY WASN'T HIM... Was he? Moving a shaking hand to his face as he felt his skin. It didn't feel smooth... It felt like leather and awful.

A hand clenched into a fist as the man smashed against the glass, shattering it in a fit of rage. WHO FUCKING DID THIS TO HIM?! WHAT THE HELL?!

As the man looked around and noticed the noticeable blue and red lights from the window which he looked... What kind of fucked D-Movie prop set was this? This... T-This was a movie... Please God Be A Movie. Please this be some messed drunk night stunt were someone got a makeup artistic to do his makeup in his sleep.

*BAM!*

Snapping around, Another person entered... No... THAT WASN'T A PERSON! It was some... fucking... weirdo! They looked like one of those freak on the street. It appeared like a nurse who had walked forward at a awkward pace. Like one of it's legs was trying to run whilst it's other was just dragging on the ground. Hands reaching forward as it tried to grab the man who struggle to deal with this creature.

"Oof!"

Come at me, She-Bitch! Wait... What? The man couldn't move but... He seemingly watched through his eyes as he felt the impact of the zombie nurse trying to go against but superior weight, muscle-mass and anger made the difference as the smashing of a heavy-hand punch against the temple followed by another with the other hand as it sent the creature back onto it's back which these hands wrapped around the creature's ankles which the man followed by twisting his body around and toss the undead bitch out of the window.

What...The...Fuck?

Watching as the man looked down and watched at the screaming zombie fell to the street... Splat... Like a god-damn bug. Jesus H. Christ. You never know how horrifying hit concrete from a substantially height but that...t-that wasn't the point. Why did his body work like that? What the hell? The man looked at his hands as he clenched them only for his right fist to keep clench as it seemingly began to shake like a muscle-spasm but he couldn't feel a thing. WHAT THE FUCK?!

Yeah. Ooooooooooh Yeah~ The man felt like he was being ransacked by his own mind as he felt his head being ripped apart. It was like being two nails driven into his head which were being hammered further and further whilst they were suddenly pulled like a door and... something was stomping it's way inside.

Screaming as he lost sense of balance like before fell to the ground and began to rolling on the floor in agony whilst his vocal cords stained from these screams that escaped his mouth. Tears of blood began falling from his eyes as he felt this pain continue... til...

Silence.

The man got from his curled up position and did his best attempt at a smile, given his lack of lips was compensated by the pleased facial expression in the eyebrows and raised cheeks.

A continuous flow of blood came from his eyes similar to tears, It was abnormal but it didn't cause any pain or seemed to hampered the man. His voice, raspy and deep from years of smoking tobacco in his roll form came into life with responding energy.

"Back. In. The. Flesh."

Cutscene End

Gameplay Begin

Fingers curl and straighten continuous as the man... Nah, Man. The Mayne Man. ... The 'Mayne Man' bounced on his balls of his two feet as he brought up his two fists just under his chin.

New Weapon Unlocked - Fists Of The Monster Killer : Two firm and durable sets of heavy-hands for maximum physical abuse. All Usuage Blunt Force Trauma & All-Purse Super Grip Action for multi-purpose. Regular Fire: Throw a barrage of fists, kicks, elbows and knees. | Alt-fire: Make usage of those arcade times by put in those motion commands whilst you unleash those super-moves on the baddies or you can simply switch to another melee : No Ammo. Range: Close-Quarters Combat Weapon. Mayne Man's Opinion On Weapon - 'Rip N' Tear! Rip N' Tear Your Guts Out!' Upgrades - Hidden/Hidden/Hidden/Hidden.

Ignoring the feeling of the cold-floor from the outside air that had now enter into the room as the man walked through the door and exited the room. Looking left and right as the hallway was littered with blood, human body-parts and various other... contents from the varying corpses. Stepping on the floor of literally death only for a shift to happen underfoot as a zombie crawls out from underneath The 'Mayne Man.' Keeping his balance as he jumps off the the growing mound forced up by the zombie. Cracking his neck as The 'Mayne Man' got ready to engage with this monster.

New Enemy Found - Zombified Human : A formerly dead-body which now moves for an unknown reason. Lacking intelligence of any sorts but the Zombified Human limits for strength and endurance are thoroughly surpass by the standard human however they are but ants compared to The 'Mayne Man.' Infection Level: 0.5/20 - Difficulty: 0.5/10 - Mayne Man's Opinion On Enemy - 'Freakshow Weaklings.'

The Zombie hobbled forward as it swung it's hand in a horrible attempt to swipe at it's still living foe. 'Mayne Man' isn't stupid, He didn't know what would happen if he was hit but he would avoid the damage as he hopped to his side but he suddenly leap off his feet which he proceed to drop-kick the creature in it's head. The force generated by a musclebound legs surging with responding speed managed to blast the head of the Zombified Humans right off it's shoulders. The body flung backwards as it slapped against the wall which the heavy-man got back to his feet as he walked over to the decapitated body of the zombie.

Clenching a fist which the man grabbed the body by the shoulder which it yanked it forth into a power punch to the ribs. Followed by another and another as the ribs were thoroughly broken and the body was tossed aside. Only for...

"Aaahhahgh." It's head was still operator as it kept moving... til a large bare foot smashed down and crushed the front of the face. Grey Matter, Brains and bones covered his right foot but that mattered little as The 'Mayne Man' sprinted down the corridor which he whipped around as he came face to face... Well, Fist To Dead Body with more Zombified Humans. The powerful fists managed to negate a majority of their onslaught as they got scratches bits through as The 'Mayne Man' tried to push threw them with brute force... Bad move but he responded by kill threw the usage of falling... By punching that fuck out of a window.

The others were EAAAAAAAASY PICKINGS! ... Ignore That! Which The 'Mayne Man' simply chuckled as he breezed threw this crap heap of dead bodies however... More corpses were rising from their dead state to one of undeath. Shit. He needed something more. His body was a weapon but he was putting himself at more damage by being so upclose with these creatures. The signs of varying cuts, bites and scratches on his skins was a sign that this was getting too much.

The eyes of his murdering... Nah, 'Slaying' man looked at the new addition and various ripped apart bodies which he thoroughly dispatched by means of immense violence, they were the sample fries... Everyone knows that it always gets worse, no matter the situation. This would require guns and... Who the hell is th-

"Braaaaaaaains~"

An barely understandable voice could be heard as another man entered the hallway. He... Well, he didn't look or seem human but he was... No. Wearing a security uniform with ripped pieces of it whilst it wore a single shoe, skin seemed to deform as the bones shifted around alongside having almost outgrown the skin and it was... Ugly.

New Enemy Found - The Graved : A human body which is brought back from the afterlife without a soul with need to consume brains. They are more intelligent and are capable of use crude weapons, some may even use guns however that only means that The 'Mayne Man's will be able of acquiring some gear. Infection Level: 1/20 - Difficulty: 1.2-9/10 (Unarmed are 1.2, Melee weapon are 1.5 and Small Fire-Arms are 1.9) - Mayne Man's Opinion On Enemy - 'Trying to be human is fun and all but these fuckers make it uncool.'

It's pure white and over grown eyeballs seemed to look right at the soul of The 'Mayne Man.' It roared with a inhuman and gut rending sound as a orange and goopy sludge came from up it's throat along with chucks of bones, flesh and such as it could be seen in it's open maw only for it to close it's mouth and chew whatever was inside whilst it closed it's distance. The big man put up his knuckles and beckon the creature to come forward, taunting it as his voice exited his throat.

Bring it on, 'Evil Dead.'

A chuckle at his own comment but that was stopped by a low-caliber bullet whip by his face as it just grazed his cheek, drawing a small bit of blood which came into the unending stream of bloody tears that fell from his face. A tighten of the brow as The 'Mayne Man' attempted to keep evading gunfire but this cramp hallway was being a pain-in-the-ass. It limited his all-around speed and bullets were fast given the holes which were being punched into his body by faster-flying bits of metal with a broad head. Bullets hurt and Hurting can piss someone off.

Going onto a wall and following by sprinting at The Graved, It held up the gun in it's hand. Firing continuously only for it to watch as The 'Mayne Man' slide across the ground and took out it's legs which forced it to fall onto the ground. Mounting the creature's torso as The 'Mayne Man' grabbed it's head and began to smash it's head against the floor with increase force with every slam.

*Thud*

*Thud*

*THUD*

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"WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

*Thud*

Smashing it's head against the floor once more until the back had caved in because of the forceful impacts, this was more of a pain because of the bullets holes which were punched right into him through his body. Standing up but this sucked his balance from blood-loss and the pain caused by this. This however wasn't a time to bitch or complain but... A gun... It... was a tiny. fucker.

Who uses such a sma- Whatever.

Picking up the pistol and going to inspect it further more. A decently sized clip as it's new wielder popped out it out an inspected it, the bullets were small even for a pistols standards. It's barrel was block-like and feature nothing which seemed to support modification or enhancements along with it's removed iron-sights. A shit gun for some shitty schmuck.

The 'Mayne Man' looked at The Graved which he had just put down... Zombo got the shit end for usin' dis little stick.

New Weapon Unlocked - Security Pistol : A compact handgun for security purpose in government establishments. Lacks various features for the standardized model for pure combative purposes but it does provide a range option for a naked and unarmed monster killer. Regular Fire: Pulling the trigger will fire a shot, pulling it faster with fire faster | Alt-Fire: Turn this pee-shooter sideways to reduced it's recoil to almost nothing and gangsta blast those bitches! Requires: 9mm Bullets. Range: Close-Mid Range Weapon For Small-Time Baddies. Mayne Man's Opinion On The Weapon - 'Pea-Shooter Mcgee Like Baby Bitch. Rather kiss a rabid dog than use but it... *Throws Up A Bit In Mouth* has it's uses.' Upgrades: Hidden/Hidden/Hidden/Hidden.

Sighing as he had to hold this trash. The 'Mayne Man' toughen it out as he ran down the hall til he saw the elevators... or lack of thereof. 5 of them, vacate as he checked all only to see darkness... Both up & down. In almost, all of them except for the last one. It seemed to be locked. What was located in this thing? Hmmmmm. Welp, That's beside the point. He needed some clothes... that fit. Even if it was on some dead body, He just needed some cause it didn't feel good with this hospital gown on and it was getting covered in blood, viscera and all sorts of goop along with sweat... Sounds Disgusting, am I right?

Traveling around, the man reached a staff room and it was locked... Fuck locks. Raising a leg and smash it right into the door handle which lead to it being knocked right off it's hinges and entering the room. A couple Zombified Humans who wore some clothes... Far too small whilst a gun... a shitty little gun came in handy as firing off some shots was effective, his body was still injured and... ooh. A Medical bag.

A quick-fix of dozing one self in rubbing alcohol, covering various cuts with bandages and drinking down some cough-syrup... All in all, this wouldn't help any regular person but The 'Mayne Man' isn't some fucking Average Joe. He's the Man, Bitch! He makes his own rules and he felt much better than before.

New Item Found - All-Age Medical Bag : In a small green and white shoulderbag with a nice pad strap as well. Fitted with protective padding, selves and multiple zip-up pockets on the inside and able to store a small bundle of various medical items from small containers of cough-syrup and the like or thread and needle, glue, staples and all sorts of stuff. Can be used to heal injuries between combat situations which they can be refilled by picking Health Packs and/or First-Aid Kits.

Swing right onto his shoulder and tightening it, The 'Mayne Man' would have need of this later on. Grasping and tightening his grip on the Security Pistol. It was the only gun that he had and he would have to go down a flight which he arrived at the exit which was blocked off by three Graved. One had a pistol whilst the others were unarmed.

Using the pistol to pick off one of the unarmed which he was forced to put it for having no ammo available. Closing in it's undead family member, this ugly female Grave grabbed The 'Mayne Man' and chomped on his shoulder. Grunting in pain but he responded by smashing his fist into it's stomach and grabbing by it's throat. Using it as a meat-shield before tossing it like a somewhat heavy sack of potatoes which cause it's body to explode into bits... Awesome.

This slight missed blinded the pistol-wielding Graved only to see a twisting fist smashing right down onto it's disfigured nose which knocked onto it's back followed by a leaping elbow drop onto it's brown and smash it's head thoroughly. Damn, It feels awesome to whoop ass and... Heeey~

This gun wielding Graved had a feature clips of 9mm bullets, smart human... Stupid Undead Freak for giving it's murdered more bullets to fire.

Popping open the staircase door and entering only to notice that it had collapse several floors...going down... Sonva. He would have to get that Elevator working which he turned up and saw the floor above the current on that he was on... Well, It still had stairway and it might have clothes... And possibly other goodies once he gets out of here, cocking his pistol as The 'Mayne Man' went upward.

Gameplay End

Post Chapter Credits - None At The Moment - For Music, Ideas and/or Concepts.

Chapter Talk - Thanks for beginning to read my new story, I hope that it might've tickled your fancy with the format and/or how it could possible work out. I plan to keep such things in a way similar to the classic games which might feel nice depending on how it'll work out.

Codex - The Codex will be empty as It gains more and more things as the story progress such as bonus little story stuff, weapon information, enemy explained further and various other things

Secrets - As this is Mission 00 Of Episode 1. I wouldn't put in any Secret Bonuses. It's a super simple prologue mission with limited enemies, very small weapons to acquire and a little bit of story.