I do not own TF2

This story was spawned by the fact that respawn technology would probably drive people insane.

POV: Medic

Chapter 1: In which the story begins

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I suppose that this isn't all bad, it is a job. Sort of.

Oh who am I shitting? This isn't anything like what I signed up for. Being sent out to kill the very men who where fighting a war for our freedom! This is sick. May the Announcer go to Hell! Dried up bitch.

Everyone thought that the respawn system was a great idea, everyone. Just sent out nine professionals to fight against another team of nine, and make it so they can't die. Have the groups fight for 8 hours a day and tally up the points in the end. The one who loses is the one who has the least amount of points.

The electronic version worked really well, for a while. Till the brass realized that people could still die, if they wandered out of the respawn zones. So they came up with the brillant idea of making a chemical version. Oh, sooooo brilliant.

Didn't the fucks bother to see if there where any side effects /before/ they sent it to the front?

The chemical version worked alright, but fucked with the user's head. Every injection [it came in one dose every 6 months] drove the user a little crazier. Some started to act like cannibals, others just lost it, shooting themselves over and over again; trying to die.

Nobody noticed, or at least, nobody who mattered noticed. The brass got so many pleas from the Medics on both sides, begging them to discontinue the drug, to bring back the electronic RS.

They didn't pay attention till after the once a year dose was made.

Mutherfucking blind assholes, I hope they rot in Hell. I'm not just talking about the Announcer, but all those shitty scientists who made the serum.

Eh, I shouldn't talk, I helped produce the damn thing. May the Lord forgive me.

"Oi! Doc! A little help here!"

Pathetic creature, even with its legs ripped off and organs oozing across the floor, it still tries to eat me. They aren't zombies, just insane immortal humans, immortal till the serum runs out that is. Yet the only way to kill them is by destroying the brain, funny isn't it?

I've always hated irony.

There shouldn't be so many of them, but it seems that some of the men who went insane learned to make a basterdized version of the drug. Same effects, temporary immortality, slow creeping insanity, plus a high like no other.

Dear Lord, may the bastard be put through a meat grinder and fed to the monsters he created. By the time that we figured out that the new "high" on the streets was caused by the homemade serum, it was too late. Too many people had fallen to it.

At least you can't be infected by a bite. A tiny ray of light in this gloomy place.

May you rest in peace, poor fool. If we had the resources, I would have shot you, but all I have is a wrench and it's embedded in your head. I hate cleaning the damn thing. Sometimes I wonder how far you crawled, using nothing but your maimed arms. What is it like to be immortal? Is it worth the insanity-

"Doc! Let's move!"

Right. I must move one, there are many more of you to kill. Those humanitarian morons harp endlessly about how we must try to rehabilitate all of you pathetic creatures. If they can ever come out with an antidote then I will take their suggestion to heart, but we /don't/ have the resources to save all of you.

Besides, seeing the dull metal of my wrench smash through you brain, and feeling the vibration of steel cracking bone is addicting.