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All Ackerman saw… was the ground. He could see the dirty snow, just… being dirty."What the fuck happened?" he thought as he tried to get up, only managing to sit himself upright. He suddenly heard a gruff voice, "Fine young soldiers, everyone of them." Sam looks up in time to see Tim scramble onto his feet and give a hurriedly salute to- "Ge-general M-Mahad, sir!" Tim salutes. The old general looks solemnly at Tim,"Who sent you here, boy?" "Dr. Serrano… sir" Sam stares at the general with curiosity, he had never seen the general before in person. He had only heard him in slides, briefing a mission in the past. "Earl Serrano, always the optimist." "B-but all we have to do is deliver him the codex sir! He says there's still time-" General Mahad viciously takes the Codex "WE LOST CONTROL! And now for the love of Earth… and the Sovereign Colonies, WE GOT TO DO WHAT'S RIGHT!" Tim stares, speechless, while Sam having a bad feeling, readies for his bull-pip rifle. "Do you love humanity, son? Your mom, your dad?" Mahad whispered "Ye-yes s-sir, o-of course sir." "Good… I'm glad to hear that." Mahad slowly reached behind him, then quickly whips out a magnum, aiming it at Tim's head. Before anything happened however, Ackerman shot Tim in the knee. Tim went down with a cry of pain, right before Mahad shot the gun. "Turn off your external speakers" whispers Sam as he stares at Mahad. General Mahad stares at Tim's body, thinking that he's killed Caufman, and slowly turns around. Mahad slides some buttons on the Codex and looks up at two banners, hanging from their flag pole, one belonging to the Sovereign Colony and the other to earth. He does a quick salute...points the barrel of the magnum to his chin… and pulls the trigger. A loud bang echoed around the little military base. Sam slowly stands up, rubbing his head, then quickly rushes over to Tim's body. Tim was quietly crying as he held onto his knee, blood flowing from the wound, spilling out of his gloves. Sam crouches next to Tim, bringing out a greenish, blue, kit that consists of two bottles. "Sorry Tim, but I had to… for the sake of our mission, Jesus Christ that looks like it hurts." Tim glares up at Sam,"NO SHIT, YOU FUCKING SHOT ME IN THE GODDAMN KNEE!" "OK! I'm sorry! I just had to make you duck before he shot you in the head!" Tim was suddenly silent, remembering what Mahad was about to do. "Hey", Sam said as he started to heal (fix? idk) Tim's knee, "Let's go, before more necromorphs find us." "Alright" Tim replied, standing up, his bullet wound now just a dull throb ("how did the wound heal so fast?" you wonder, the only answer i can give is , Magic… or really advanced technology i guess, whichever floats your boat) Ackerman trudges towards a nearby building, leaving Caufman behind, staring at the corpse of General Mahad. Tim reaches down and picks up the codex, only to read the words, "DELETING…" displayed on the tiny screen. Tim stares… then realizes what the words said. "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIIT!" yelled Tim as he paces around, wondering what to do next. Suddenly, Tim hears a loud howl, followed by multiple other howls. He realizes that he's outside, with a bunch of human corpses, probably seen as a feast to whatever the fuck was howling. Tim quickly sprints after Sam, deciding that he wasn't going to see what or who the fuck was howling.

Sam walks down the steel corridor of the building. It looks like this place was just another barrack, one of many that were built on Tau Volantis, a frozen shit rock, far, far away from any populated planet. Sam hears loud footsteps on the steel floor, and, assuming it was Caufman, turns around to apologize. Only for a large spike to impale him in the shoulder, the owner roaring at his face. Sam screams as the walking corpse tries to bite him, with its split open face. Sam loses his balance and they both fell to the ground, the spike ripping away from the corpse's limb. Sam winced at the sudden sharp pain as the spike sharply went deeper into his shoulder. The necromorph raises its left arm, spike ready, when suddenly, a burst of bullets severed the limb. The corpse turns around, only for its legs to tear apart underneath it. The corpse gives out a final growl, before Tim stomps on it with such force, the body broke into two, splattering black blood everywhere. Tim reloads, then helps Sam up. "Th…thanks Tim" "No problem." Caufman stares at the wound. "Ok… I'm going to rip out the spike" Sam nods. "Ok… on the count of three… THREE!" yelles Tim as he ripped out the spike. Sam screams like a girl (for the first time in his military career) and starts swearing profanity while Tim treats the wound. Five minutes later, of constant swearing,"You done?" Tim asks while examining a text log, "Yea… hey, whatcha reading?" Tim showed him the text log,"I found it on a corpse of a scientist." Sam grabbed and read the text log. "Ok, lets see here…'I felt bad about impaling Pvt. Freeman to the wall and gutting him like a fish, but when I cut opened his abdomen, it revealed that the aberration takes control of the body, and turns useless organs into more useful things. For an example, what is now Freeman, turned his stomach and liver into those additional appendages on its shoulders. Curious.' oh god… so that's why we didn't see Freeman," whispered Ackerman in disbelief,"He turned into one of those… things…" Tim nods saddly. They sat in silence. Until Sam stands up and pulls Tim up. As they walked Sam asked,"What took you so long anyway?" Tim sighs,"Mahad deleted the Codex. It's now a giant empty USB drive." Sam walks in silence, then laughs,"We're screwed… From the moment we discovered Tau Volantis, the moment we touched down, the moment we found the Markers… we were doomed to die..." Tim stares ahead while walking, thinking. Meanwhile Sam just laughs some more, further creeping out Tim. Tim then realizes something,"Wait, Sam! We can just ask Dr. Serrano to tell us how to recreate the Codex!" Sam stops laughing like a madman, and stood there in thought, "Yeah...Yes, that could work! After all, Serrano worked in the Rosetta lab himself! He's the one who created the Codex!" "But where is the Rosetta lab?" Sam thought for a minute, then exclaims,"The SK1P can probably take us there! I remember reading a base close to the Rosetta lab, it was the Armory!" The new plan of creating another Codex filled, Tim with DETERMINATION (eeeeyyyyyy a reference), walked forward with new hope. Suddenly a vent bursted open in front of him, revealing a four legged organism, its head split into two, looking like two triangles, its body, made it look like a big dog of some sort. It stares at the two. The two stare at it. It howled loudly at them. They screamed. It ran away, into a corridor to the left. Sam slowly walked to the edge of the corner then hesitated. "Just fucking go already!" whispered Tim. Ackerman replied,"alright, ok ok ok o-" "FUCKING GO!" Ackerman jumped forward raising his rifle… only to find another broken vent. Tim rounded the corner and stared,"Well that was anticlimactic." Sam punches Tim in the shoulder,"Screw you Caufman." Tim noticed a locked door. "Hey, do you think we can ha-" he slipped. Sam laughs, then realizes all the blood that led to the door. "Tim…?" "Ergh, what is it?" "I think that door is locked for a reason." Tim stares at all the blood on his hands, then, as if to add emphasis, a loud thump was heard behind the door. Muffled cries for help can be heard. Tim and Sam slowly backed away. The cries were suddenly silenced by a loud rip, and what sounds like an explosion of liquid painting the walls. The door was forced open slightly, letting out blood and an arm to slowly slide through the door. A loud roar that lasted for a minute came from the crack, along with gunfire. That was enough for the two soldiers, as they ran down the steel corridor. They stopped at what looked like the residential area of the base. Bodies were everywhere. Some corpses were still in bed, a gaping hole in most of them. The rest of the beds were empty, their occupants either dead on the floor or now turned and hunting for more food. Tim stared, disgusted. Sam notices a BENCH and walks towards it. All the vents exploded, revealing tiny, spider-like, swarms of flesh. Sam yelled in surprise, while Tim tries to shoot them. The spiders scuttle towards the bodies, piercing the flesh of the dead. The corpses shuddered, and stood up. They spasmed and growled loudly as sharp appendages shot out of their backs. One of these corpses instead, coughed loudly, spitting on the floor, with liquid melting it's stomach. It stood up, already not looking human, unlike its brethren. Sam and Tim yells in disgust and shock as they open fired upon the five necromorphs. One Slasher went down, as three Slashers ran at them, one crawling, the second sprinting, the third advanced slowly, now flurry of natural blades. The fifth necromorph, stayed in the back, staring, then spitting a large sac at Tim. While Sam and Tim deal with the Slashers, the sac exploded on Tim, showering him in acid. Tim screams in pain as parts of his armor melted off. Sam kills a Slasher, rips off its sharp appendage, and throws it like a spear at the Spitter, stabbing it in the face. The Spitter, instead of spitting another sac, tries to take the spear out. Only for Tim (acid wore off [not sure if that's a thing]) to race up and punch its head clean off. The spitter fell to the ground motionless. The two remaining necromorphs were dispatched of quickly soon after that. Tim sighs in relief as he healed his burns with a medium health pack (the two bottled thingy from earlier). Sam, did some things at the BENCH. "Hey Tim! We can make new weapons with the BENCH!" Tim looks up in interest,"Really?" "YEAH! Look at this." Sam raises what looks like rifle that throws buzz saws. Tim looks at the weapon skeptically, "Isn't that only for mining?" "Yeah, it is, but I disabled the magnetic lock that keeps the blade in place. Tim still wasn't so sure, until the Spitter stood up, headless. It fired a sac from its now headless body, narrowly missing Sam. Sam quickly fires the weapon. Buzz saws flew everywhere, none of them flying straight. A saw lands between Tim's legs, near the groin. He shrieks and dived underneath the a bunk bed. Sam continues spamming blades out of the mining tool, until one flew right at the tool itself. Ackerman stares at the now broken weapon, and realizes how many blades he's released. The tool carried 50 blades total. The counter read three blades left. 47 blades flying around and ricocheting in the small cramped room. It was at that moment that Sam knew… he dun goofed. Sam ducks underneath a desk, waiting for the swarm of blades to stop flying. Five minutes later, the sounds of stopped. Tim stays under the bunk, just to make sure. While Sam gets out from the desk… only to get puked on by a sticky substance. "You have got to be shitting me." said Sam in disbelief as the Spitter from earlier ran up to him, trying to puke acid on his face. Tim rolls from under the bed, and fires a barrage of bullets at the Spitter. It fell, legs severed from its torso… then is slashes at Sam's ankles, tripping him. Sam fell hard, but grabs his bull-pip rifle, and shot the arms off the Spitter. It finally dies. Sam heals himself while Tim stares at the body in disbelief. "Why did it take so long to kill that thing?" Sam sighs,"Ok, I think I told you this earlier, Necromorphs don't die from head-shots. Some do, but only if they're really weak. You have to aim for the limbs. Usually, you just have to dismember two arms, but most of those abominations survive that." "Ohhh…ok...thanks for the lesson." "No problem." The two soldiers than did their own thing, Sam scrapping his now broken mining tool at the BENCH, while Tim scavenges for more supplies. "Hey Tim, they got a bunch of neat blueprints for weapons on the BENCH." "Like what?" "Like… THIS!" Sam exclaims, holding up a square-looking weapon… at least, Tim thinks it's a weapon. "What is that?" Sam looked disappointed," It's a rocket-launcher, I added some attachments, including Explosion Amplifier, and Safety Guard." Tim stares with more interest,"Safety Guard?" "Yea… look at this!" Sam points the rocket launcher to the ground and fires, making Tim scream in surprise. Sam died.

The End

Or so Tim thought, but when the smoke cleared, Sam was reloading his rocket launcher. "Basically, Safety Guard prevents the user from blowing himself up." Tim sighs in relief, then realizes something,"Wait… only the user?" "Yus" Tim imagines himself surrounded by a horde of Necros, only for Sam to blow him up with all the Necros. Tim shook his head, Sam would never do anything as stupid as that… probably...hopefully… Tim made a note to himself to never be in Sam's way when he had that thing in his hands. "You should make another weapon Tim, you never know when bull-pip rifle is never enough." Tim nods his head and walks to the BENCH and stares as the BENCH, sensing a new user, ran up a tutorial for him. Sam, meanwhile, realized that he had a locater, a useful tool, that can point you to an objective. He pointed his palm to the ground, a blue glow lit from his hand. It released sign that said OBJECTIVE and blue line that curved itself around Sam and into a door that they have yet to enter. Sam notices a switch on his glove and presses it. The OBJECTIVE sign was replaced with BENCH, the light now purple, changed its course, heading towards the BENCH. Sam pressed the switch again. It was now orange, reading SUIT-KIOSK, again heading towards the door. Sam then spams the switch for a few minutes until it read "5T0P 1T U PH4990T". It took a second for Sam to realize that his suit spoke in L33T speak, and he laughed. "Ready to go?" asked Tim, carrying a bulky weapon. "Yea- Holy shit, what the fuck is that?" He asked pointing at the weapon. "They call it the um...HUN-E1 BADGER." "What does it do?" Tim checks his RIG's inventory for a description. "It...um… just says that is sprays burning shit at its enemies. It looks like this was a custom blueprint by a… Caleb." Sam whistles," Well, let's go try out our new weapons. They walked through the door, to be greeted by cold air, large crates, a cloudy sky, and a swarm of dog-like animals…that all howled at them.

sorry if the chapter seems a bit... rushed.