Chapter 14
Hurt.
It hurt. A lot.
Isaac's vision finally stopped blurring, and when he woke up he was lying on a hay bale inside what looked like a barn. Surrounding him was strange medical equipment, with one that resembled a jury-rigged fire hose with an underside pistol grip pointing directly at him. It emitted a blue mist that was flowing to Isaac's wounds, which, to his surprise, were slowly disappearing. He shoved the healing devices out of his way and hopped up, but fell back down again due to an extreme pain in his stomach. Looking down, he saw that his abdomen was badly mangled and his stomach and were slightly hanging out. There was still shrapnel from the rocket embedded in it, with a pool of blood coating the hay around him dark red. In pain, Isaac's arm spasmed and smacked the healing equipment. Blue mist spewed out of the broken equipment, lying out of the ground, and the shrapnel flew out of his stomach and his abdomen was back to normal. Even his armor was fully intact!
Slowly standing up again, using a heart rate monitor as a support, he started limping to the right of him, where there was a strange metal door plopped right in the middle of the wall. Approaching it, the door slid up to reveal a white room inside. He could see a wooden cabinet with some personal belongings in them and a white cabinet with an ammo and health sign painted on it, with benches bordering the room.
Suddenly, a click could be heard from behind his head.
With ninja-like reflexes, Isaac slapped the weapon out of the person behind him, but all he could see was a wooden club in his face, studded with nails. He ducked and delivered a powerful uppercut to the person, and he could feel his fist connect with the jaw. He looked up and saw the figure smash through the roof of the barn. A few seconds later, it yelled, in a feminine voice, "MEDIC!"
Isaac swiveled his head around and saw a man wearing the kind of mask that medieval doctors wore during the black plague (the bird mask with the beak), a top hat, and some middle age priest robes. He had blue colored gloves that went up to his elbows and a blue backpack with some machinery and tesla coils embedded in it. Yelling in a strong German accent "OKTOBERFEST!" and wielding a bonesaw with a vial of blue liquid attached to the blade, he swung at Isaac's head with unusual strength. Blocking it with his forearm, Isaac attempted to deliver a non-lethal punch to the side of the head and missed. The medic picked up the minigun-like weapon, aimed it at the hole through the roof, and pulled a handle on the top of the weapon, located above the handle. The blue mist flew out of it and through the hole.
This gave Isaac enough time to find his plasma cutter, tucked away at one of the wooden cabinets. He loaded another plasma battery in, aimed it at the person he uppercutted through the roof, and immediately hesitated.
She was about 17 years old, had aleather varsity jacket with white sleeves, pockets and white and red cuffs and collar, bandages going up to her sleeves, a black skirt knee-length, black hair tied in a ponytail and wore a cap with orange gaming headphones over it.
"And you are..." gasped Isaac.
"Me? I'm the femscout, dumb***!" responded the femscout, then snarled "Catch this!" with an accent that could tell him she was probably from Brooklyn and used her spiked club to hit a glass christmas ornament at Isaac. It broke, with the glass shards badly slashing Isaac's right hand. Luckily, he was left-handed, but unluckily his aim was more inaccurate because he had better accuracy with one hand supporting his wrist. So he tossed his plasma cutter aside, crawled to the wooden cabinets, and took an aluminum baseball bat with blue spray paint on it that read "BONK" right where there was a slight face indentation.
Isaac charged, felt a strange pinch in his chest, and stumbled. Overwhelmed with a sense of sleepiness, he looked at his chest with a syringe poking out of it, injecting a pee-colored liquid in him. Muttering unintelligible words, he dropped off to sleep... again.
Meanwhile...
Master Chief was having a dream that a necromorph was simultaneously giving him a raspberry on the stomach and mauling it, giving him a sensation of laughter and extreme pain. The dream started to fade away to a white room, staring into the blinding light of a lamp hanging from the wall. Good thing his visor was like a single sunglass lens with a large crack in the middle from the sniper.
He was paralyzed waist-down, so he had to crawl along the floor. He found some brown cabinets, from which he took a cartoonish-looking double barrel sawn off shotgun with a soda can strapped on where the front handle should be.
He could hear the steel door in front of him slide up to reveal the red pyro walking in, holding a light blue and white box with a medicine sign on it. Opening it, it took out a bottle of pills, ran over to Master Chief, and shoved them down his throat. He instantly started to feel much better, but he was still concerned about the others. Grabbing the red pyro by the neck and lifting it up in the air, pointed the shotgun at the pyro's face, and shouted in a menacing voice: "WHERE ARE THEY!"
The red pyro, in between muffled gasps, pointed at a map across the room, directly at the red building across the canal. Putting his helmet back on and rushing out of the room like there was no tomorrow, he came into a white and blue room, with 4 paths: one that led under the base, two that led to the battlements, and one that led to the "intel room". Master Chief went in the door at the left that read "BATTLEMENTS" and came to a balcony with a small sniping bunker in the middle. He looked to his left and saw a base, almost identical to the one he was at (except mirrored), sporting a brown-red wooden look. Looking down, he saw the 5-meter wide canal with a roofed bridge in the middle.
Master Chief immediately dropped down from the balcony and only set one foot on the bridge when he heard Isaac scream in surprise, directly in front of him. He looked up and saw him go flying through the thick jungle wood planks and land in the canal, then come up sputtering and hacking. "Hey, you with the- the funky-lookin' armor!" Master Chief located the source of the call and saw a red christmas glass ornament in his face, shattering to coat his helmet in a glitter-like powder. He stumbled back, shaking the glitter off his head and got an eyefull of his target.
"What- what the heck..." stuttered Master Chief. "Wh-who are y-you-"
"The femscout." answered Isaac Clarke and the femscout at the same time.
"I guess I better run, eh?" spoke Master Chief as the femscout pulled out an auto-shotgun resembling a Tommy Gun.
"I would run if I were you." advised the femscout.
That was all Master Chief needed to make a run for it. He ran to the concrete building, jumped to the balcony, and hid behind a thin sheet of metal. A shredding noise was heard next to him, and his head darted to the left to reveal a cleaver stuck through the metal. Deciding that the water was better cover, he dashed out and joined Isaac Clarke in the crap-infested water.
The femscout aimed her shotgun at the sewage and started firing, but Master Chief was already hiding under the bridge with Isaac Clarke.
"Q n' A: how long does it take to kill 'n idiot?" taunted the femscout.
"On the count of three..." whispered Isaac.
"TIMES UP, YA ALREADY DEAD!" yelled the femscout as she swooped under the bridge, one arm holding the side and the other the shotgun.
"ONETWOTHREE RUN! I MEAN SWIM!" commanded Isaac, but Master Chief was nowhere to be seen. Groaning, he ducked under the water just as she started firing, forcing Isaac to swim to the nearest entrance: a sewage pipe.
Conveniently, the sewage pipe led to a staircase, that in turn led to the white resupply room, where Master Chief was waiting.
"D**n, that's one heck of a femscout.." muttered Master Chief between breaths. "I wonder if she went to Bruce Lee's kick-a** Girl Scout Camp or something
"Totally." agreed Isaac Clarke.
Suddenly, the door exploded and the femscout emerged, blocking the only way out of the resupply room. She pulled out a meat cleaver and tossed it at Isaac, barely brushing past his head.
"Uh oh." Isaac said to himself mentally. The femscout called for someone, and soon there were two people guarding the door.
"So I guess you two are like fraternal twins, huh?" asked Master Chief. The new person was the femscout's brother, called scout; he had a bowling hat with a top hat stacked on top of it with bridgeless and armless, orange tinted sunglasses and earbuds.
"Who da h**l are you guys?" asked the scout. "And NO, we're not twins."
"We will tell you only if you tell us where our... acquaintances are." offered Isaac Clarke. "You bring them in here, we tell you and you can stop beating the crap out of us."
The scout grabbed Steve and shoved him in the room, then Samus.
"Ok, all we'll tell you is that we are not here to kill you or anything-" Master Chief was interrupted by the announcer walking in the resupply room.
"They're friendly. Let them go." commanded the announcer as she grabbed a cup of coffee and slurped it down in one gulp.
"Yes, ma'am." replied femscout. "Ok, everyone, it's safe. They won't kill us." she announced.
A faint "Yee-HAW!" was heard in the distance.
"Ah, looks like de rest of the team is here. Let's go have a little tour, shall we?" asked the femscout and scout. They put their weapons in their lockers to show peace. "Hey, dat's my gun!" scolded the scout as he rudely grabbed the shotgun from Master Chief.
"Well, SOR-RY!" apologized Master Chief sarcastically.
The tour guides led Isaac Clarke, Master Chief, Samus, and Steve through the base. "Right now we are in the RED base." said scout as he walked the group to the balcony and waved to two people working on some machinery.
"Dis guy here, he's the red engineer with his father, the blue engineer, all smarta**es, they proved to have 11 science PHDs EACH." explained the scout as he motioned to the engineers. The red engineer was about 40-50 years old, had a white cowboy hat, cowboy pants, cowboy boots, a red shirt and black overalls, and golden lensed engineer goggles. His father, the blue engineer, had his white hair styled so it looked like someone rubbed a balloon on it, wore black retro-futuristic goggles with gray lenses and a mini tesla coil over the left eyepiece. His right arm ended at a stump with a robotic arm replacing it. "These machines are the sentry gun and the dispenser." The femscout motioned to the sentry gun, sporting two minigun barrels and pivoting on a tripod that could also be aimed up and down. "This is a class two sentry gun. Class one is just the heavy-caliber tripod mounted sentry, much smaller than dis one. The engineer just needs to add one last attachment on to make it class 3..." said the femscout as she motioned to the red engineer, placing a quad missile launcher behind the miniguns.
Then the scout motioned to the other machine, the dispenser. "This device lives up to its name; It generates ammo at the cost of scrap metal and the healing mechanism is basically a bunch of stem cells flying at you-"
"Because the stem cells have the ability to replace damaged tissue, therefore it is basically like a healing device." answered Master Chief.
"Right you are, pally." congratulated the femscout.
Suddenly, the red engineer yelled "SPY SAPPIN MAH SENTRY!" as a gray box riddled with wires and switches appeared on the level 3 sentry. He and his father ran up to it and pulled off the box, and out of nowhere a blue silhouette appeared, revealing a man wearing a blue tuxedo and a blue fedora with a blue balacava exposing only his eyes and mouth, laughing "Your precious toys won't save you now!" with a hint of a French accent in his voice. He flicked a cigarette at the sentry.
Suddenly, the sentry exploded, causing the red engineer to yell "DA**IT". He walked up to the masked man, trying to control himself from throttling the spy, and said to him calmly, in a Texan accent, "Son, I know how much you like sappin' stuff, but you'll have to tell me when you go on another sappin' spree, alright?" The red engineer was clearly pissed.
"With my apologies." apologized the man, before disappearing again.
"What the..." mumbled Samus.
"Dat was the blue spy." grumbled the femscout. "He gave us all a bad time during the wars."
"WARS?" said Steve, appalled.
"Yep. They were the long, hard gravel wars of '70." sighed scout. "That was a few days ago; it's January 9, 1971 now. The war ended when the outbreak commenced, and the admin received news from her boss and the CEO of Mann. Co, the company we reds and 'blu's fought over, told us that all 19 of us were given new jobs; and that was to protect these bases, because they held the motherlode of what the company needed to thrive."
"WAIT A SECOND!" yelled Isaac Clarke. "How can you be in the 1970s... when the cities around us are more modern-looking?"
"Well, we aretechnologically advanced." admitted the blue engineer.
"Considering the place where you fellers came from had a different 1970s. Where did you come from?" asked the red engineer.
"Hey, where's Cortana when we need her?" whispered Steve to Master Chief.
"Oh, sorry, she's sleeping right now." whispered Master Chief back to Steve.
"I'm still awake, you know." spoke Cortana.
"Who said that?!" demanded the femscout.
"It was me, Cortana. I'm basically an artificial intelligence."
"If you know what an artificial intelligence is." Corrected Master Chief.
Suddenly, the red engineer walked up to Master Chief.
"What did you say?"
"I said, I'm Cortana; an artificial intelligence meant to guide Petty Officer Master Chief of the UNSC. Just call him Master Chief."
"So you're Master Chief, eh?" asked the blue engineer.
"Yes, and this is Isaac Clarke, CEC space engineer from Titan Station. Here is Steve, also an engineer, warrior, and miner, and last but not least Samus, the bounty hunter." explained Cortana.
"Yippe ki yay kie yaaa ky yo!" cheered the red engie. "I'm not the only engie on this fort!"
"So d' you guys want to stay or move on?" asked femscout.
"Let's move on." the group agreed.
As they hopped down the balcony, they saw the red spy, also wearing a fedora, balaclava, and tuxedo (except it had a bow), all striped crimson and red. He nodded and said "Gentlemen," also in a French accent, "by any chance, did you see ze blue spy?"
"The blue spy is right here!" shouted Steve, pointing right behind the red spy. "He's right behind you..."
"Oh zere you are, blue spy. What did I tell you about sapping the d**n sentries?!" chastised the red spy.
"Don't sap them." groaned the blue spy, obviously getting annoyed.
" I told you already, ze war is over, and zere is nothing left to sap!" In unison, they walked off in opposite directions before disappearing into thin air.
"What th- the f..." stuttered Samus.
"They used some light-bending technology to make it seem like they are invisible." replied Cortana. "It's almost identical to the Covie's cloaking system, except it doesn't allow its user to stay cloaked for long."
"INTRUDER ALERT!" blared the announcer through some loudspeakers mounted on the walls.
"Would ya please elaborate?" shouted femscout. "If all ya say is 'intruder alert', then it ain't gonna do any help."
"7 armed people and the undead have entered 2Fort! Defend the intelligence and kill them all!" commanded the announcer menacingly.
"HUT HUT HUT HUT HUT WE MUST PROTECT 2FORT! Here son, take a REAL weapon." A man with a sage green beret, red shirt with a collar and a bandolier with grenades shoved a tan colored rocket launcher into the scout's hands, who shortly collapsed under the sheer weight.
"He's da RED soldier. Your stereotypical midwestern soldier." explained scout as the RED soldier slammed 4 rockets into his orange striped rocket launcher, jumped and shot at his feet simultaneously. Shocked, Samus covered her eyes and everyone else's. "What da h**l is yo problem?" snickered scout. "Look, he ain't dead."
Femscout pointed at the sky, and Samus nearly fainted at the sight. The RED soldier was still alive,and was flying over 2Fort, holding an alien-like raygun in one hand and a katana in the other, yelling Zulu war chants and firing his raygun at the same time. Apparently the rocket blast dealt no damage, but the soldier used the momentum from the blast to make a super jump, or a rocket jump as femscout called it. "What is he firing at?" mumbled Isaac Clarke to himself.
"INCOMING!" yelled another soldier, except he had a blue peaked cap covering his eyes and a blue padded snow suit with a grenade bandolier over it. Unlike the RED soldier, he had a crappily made (and home made) rocket launcher made out of metal pipes, duct tape, some metal bands, and an old tank turret mechanism. How good it was, though, is something not even Isaac Clarke, Steve, and the RED and BLU engineers could figure out. He shoved 3 rockets in, and with the pull of a trigger, he launched 3 rockets at the fence, demolishing it. It was a crappy, but at the same time awesome, home made, automatic rocket launcher. Quickly whipping out his shotgun, he fired a few shells at the remains of the fence. Master Chief looked at the destroyed barricade and saw what they were shooting at.
Zombies, hundreds of them, were making a straight beeline for the survivors, some dead with buckshot in their faces. The red soldiers landed on two zombies' heads, crushing them and breaking their fall efficiently while taking on the zombies with the katana. Suddenly, the two engineers announced in unison "ERECTIN' A DISPENSER!" and two dispensers, one red and one blue, started to construct themselves. Then the engies ran back up to the balcony and deployed their sentry guns, efficiently mowing down most of the zombies but got destroyed when an antlion guard smashed into it.
"Y'all about to have a real bad day!" grinned the RED engie devilishly as he upholstered a sawn-off shotgun that was glowing red and was surrounded with red bolts of electricity. Each shell he fired exploded when it hit a zombie or antlion guard, caking the walls with blood. The wave of zombies was finished off... for now.
An incredibly tall (and slightly fat) man, with a Russian accent, sporting sunglasses, a bandolier with bullets, and a red colored hoodie with white stripes on each sleeve appeared, bellowing "WHO ASKED FOR SUPPORT?!" in a Russian accent. What made him look incredibly intimidating was the fact that the minigun he carried was, when stood on its barrels, was nearly as tall as Steve, who was exactly 1.8 meters tall. His minigun was basically a modified 1861 Gatling Gun with a trigger and grip instead of a cranking handle.
"Don't mess with the heavies. I did that once and had to stay in the resupply room for 5 months." advised femscout. The heavy called out for someone, and soon another heavy, wearing a white t shirt with blue sleeves and (another) bandolier. He was slightly older than the Red Heavy, having a mustache and was nearly bald, which was awkward, considering the fact that the red heavy already lost all his hair, yet he was still younger.
"WHO IS NOT READY TO FIGHT BABIES!" roared the red heavy, tossing a Tommy Gun (minigun version) to the blu heavy. "PUSH!"
The red and blu heavies charged, slamming through some undead and plastering, or more accurately mowing down, the remaining zombies with a hail of lead, effectively clearing a path for the group. "FOR SCOTLAND!" chanted the demoman and demopan as they joined the femscout, scout, soldiers, heavies, Master Chief, Samus, Isaac Clarke, and Steve.
"What exactly do we do now?! We busted a hole in the wall, and we don't have enough ammunition to take all of them out!" shouted Isaac Clarke.
"KILL ZEM ALL!" replied the demopan, slapping a headcrab zombie in the face with his frying pan. It clutched its face in pain while the demoman decapitated it with his katana.
"You heard demoman, men! ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" commanded the red soldier, but the others were nowhere to be seen. When he looked at the battlefield, he saw them literallymassacring the zombies, dishing out a storm of rockets, bullets, slashes, smashes, and occasional swearing of pain. The red soldier spotted a blue silhouette appear behind a monstrously augmented zombie about to maul the soldier, pull out a black revolver with an ivory handle, and blow a large hole in its skull with its brains exploding out both ends.
"NOW YOU'RE LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND." laughed a French accent. The blu spy smoked a cigarette and flicked it on the corpse, where it burst aflame.
Later...
The red and blue teams finally managed to eliminate out all the undead, and in the process, took the time to get to know each other. Master Chief, Samus, Isaac Clarke and Steve met the BLU Pyro, who had a raven's mask and some dolls of the RED pyro strapped on the bandolier, and used a WW2 type flamethrower, a chrome-plated heat ray pistol, and a fire axe that had a white-hot steel coil instead of a blade, which cleaved AND burned at the same time.
Both of the heavies proved to be mildly friendly, like offering their homemade, delicious sandwiches at lunch time... WHEN NOT IN COMBAT. Even when they were just barely provoked, they gave you a look that said Go away or else you'll regret it., and if you didn't walk away or apologize, they would beat the living pulp out of you. When in actual combat, they would yell something in Russian and blanket the battlefield in minigun fire. At least they still had some of their kindness intact. Whenever they saw in injured teammate, they would give them their sandwich to eat. The blu engineer explained that the sandwiches contained stem cells that would replace broken and damaged tissue, therefore making them convenient, edible health replenishers.
Steve, however, didn't want to see the last 4 survivors. He was more interested in something else; who was the announcer? She seemed friendly- and mysterious- enough, despite her being a t-rex with a bonnet, but he felt that she was hiding something from Master Chief, Samus, Isaac Clarke, and himself. So later that night, he snuck around the "2Fort" base, looking for the announcer's room. He eventually gave up, and dove into the canal to wash himself. When he was submerged in the water, he saw a steel trapdoor poorly disguised to blend in to the surroundings.
Curiosity controlled Steve's mind, which in turn controlled his body to swim over and open the trapdoor. The very moment he barely opened it, water quickly filled the entrance to the room the trapdoor was covering. As a result, Steve was swept in a concrete room no bigger than an 18 wheeler. He heard a SLAM above him and looked up to see the trapdoor shut and locked. Steve frantically searched the room for a way out and instead found a red button in the wall. He pushed it, and the wall beneath slid away, draining all the water but leaving Steve soaking wet. And freezing cold.
A portion of the wall in front of him slid up, which was big enough for your average, small t-rex. Steve walked through it, hand on his gleaming red sword, and walked into a modern bedroom, with a nightstand, king-sized bed, shower room, refrigerator, and a room simply marked DO NOT ENTER. On the bed was the announcer herself, clutching a ripped-to-shreds pillow. Steve figured it was best not to disturb her.
He found a poorly hidden door underneath a poster that read "SAXTON HALE" in big, crimson letters and had an overly muscled man with a crocodile tooth hat and chest hair shaped into Australia painted on. Steve gingerly tiptoed across the creaking wooden floor, slowly ripped off the poster, walked in the room... and tripped.The announcer had placed a taut string of cheese wire 2 inches above the floor so anyone unsuspecting got their own red Niagara Falls coming from their noses.
Steve shut his eyes and curled up into a little ball on the floor, awaiting death by the announcer.
But it never came.
He opened his eyes and saw that the announcer wore soundproof headphones and cursed himself for being so unobservant.
The room Steve was in appeared to be the room the announcer kept the red and blu teams updated, with TV monitors encompassing the room, giving the announcer a view of every room and angle that 2Fort could offer. Below the monitors was one desk that curved around the room, riddled with various buttons and 1 microphone in the middle. In one corner of the room, he saw a file cabinet that looked like it was going to explode.
Steve opened the drawers to reveal folders, thousands of them. Strangely enough, all of them were blank pages. He was on the verge of giving up when the corner of his eye spotted a folder titled: PROJECT: GM0D. It was the only folder in the bottom drawer, with papers jammed in. A handful of the papers were mainly spine-chilling records of the victims of "Project Gm0d"; all were animals that were injected with various drugs, experimented on, lobotomized, and even had their brains used to create supercomputers. Included with the folders were pictures of the project's stages, some so gruesome that Steve's eyeballs instinctively rolled to the back of his head so he wouldn't lose his mind.
At the very end of the drawer, Steve saw a separate folder containing logs of the main scientist and the pictures of the tests on the victim. So brutal, so inhumane were the tests that they needed to create a subproject simply dubbed "Hell". What he saw completely flabbergasted him.
2/2/1967
Dr. xxx xxxxx
Project: GM0D- Hell
Project GM0D was a failure. It was so simple; Genetically MODify animals for use in ending the RED and BLU conflict. At first, we were bewildered. Project: GM0D had virtually an unlimited funding contract that ended 2014 by the Government, unlimited assets, and a huge variety of test subjects to choose from; it was as if it were a candy store, filled with all sorts of sweets and your overly wealthy parents gave you 100 trillion dollars to spend. 100 trillion dollars, with that we could've taken away America's debt. But instead we spent it on nightmares. The will to create supersoldiers, supersoldiers that were originally your pet dog, your turtle, all augmented beyond realization. The only problem we had were the media; we were flooded with a deluge of interviews, threats and protests, and even the bloody Queen herself.
One of our top scientists, Mark Oppenheimer, was assigned to create a colony of microorganisms that could assemble themselves in any pattern and configuration to create any animal. Once he was done with that, he was then to build a nuclear-powered V2 rocket that was supposed to deploy the bacteria and wreck havoc. He agreed and ran off to his office, claiming he had to gather some information on the genetic manipulations. At first we thought he was too immersed in the project; he never came to the cafeteria during the following lunch and dinner breaks. The next morning, one of the engineers found him in his room, sitting down with a rifle between his knees, headless. We have had many similar cases of suicide, with some scientists choosing to end their lives by throwing themselves to one of them, specifically a female, juvenile and unnamed Tyrannosaurus Rex we hatched from a fossilized egg from a dinosaur of the same name.
As the number of test subjects, scientists, engineers, and hope dwindled, all we had left was the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Eventually, she became the life of our project; everything about the project revolved around her. She was all that made our jobs matter. In order to convince the Government to keep the contract, we'll try to make her useful enough... for something.
-Dr. xxx xxxxx
2/3/1967
Dr. xxx xxxxx
Project: GM0D- Hell
Today will no doubt become the day we have all been waiting for: our team has finally completed the dream of every animal-lover and a handful of genetic engineers: the dream to let an animal speak. For international reasons, we taught it every known language still used by modern people. The process involved xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx into the brain of the Tyrannosaurus Rex. Almost instantly, we were once again deluged with the media, compliments, and Nobel Peace Prizes to each and every one of our staff members, even the freakin' custodianfor "cleaning up the work environment".
Because of this wondrous miracle (excuse the redundancy), we can now understand how the Tyrannosaurus Rex feels and what it is experiencing. So far, it has said nothing due to the shock of the former tests and loss of her friends she made in this Project. But being the only subject, she now has no friends, no name, and no future. After all, she is only a test subject.
-Dr. xxx xxxxx
2/5/1967
Dr. xxx xxxxx
Project: GM0D- Hell
The test subject has finally conveyed her feelings to us. She called me, the project leader, a xxx-xxx xxxxx-xxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxx and killed one of our scientists trying to restrain her. Other than that, she said nothing. Today we also start the vigorous testing of the various augmentations we granted her; hypersense, the ability to eat/drink human food, extreme strength, and xxxxxxxxx.
-Dr. xxx xxxxx
2/6/1967
Dr. xxx xxxxx
Project: GM0D- Hell
Today we found the subject watching "Toaru Kagaku no Railgun II", a Japanese anime. We didn't make a lot of progress today.
-Dr. xxx xxxxx
2/7/1967
Dr. xxx xxxxx
Project: GM0D- Hell
One of our engineers revealed our true goals to the media, which in turn led to the Government cancelling the contract. I had to shoot him.
-Dr. xxx xxxxx
2/10/1967
Dr. xxx xxxxx
Project: GM0D- Hell
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-Dr. xxx xxxxx
3/27/1967
Dr. xxx xxxxx
Project: GM0D- Hell [CANCELLED]
Subject escaped subject killed everyone subject is on the loose if anyone is reading this stop please stop who is that behind you oh its her too late you're dead stop stop don't stop
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The logs continued on and on, up to the last date, which was September 2, 1969. Steve was figuratively, and literally, mind-******. He thought that this project would be led by experienced scientists who knew how to PROPERLY format journals, logs, and knew the differences between the metric system and standard system. He expected carefully written, precise in every detail, and spine-chilling logs, not some "diary" that looked like it was written by a 10 year old girl. Included within the terribly written logs were the coordinates for the base:
47.6000° N, 122.1667° W
The base was located in Bellevue, Washington, USA, according to the world map in the announcer's room. Where Steve was, 2Fort, was located somewhere in New Mexico. That meant the announcer ran all the way from Bellevue to Sacramento, down the entire West Coast. Written next to the coordinates was KILL THEM ALL in dark, T-Rex blood. So that was what the announcer was up to, why she kept disappearing. She was plotting to kill them all, and the survivors were her weapons.
But Steve had something else in mind.
He was going to help the Announcer. He was determined to kill whoever gave her Hell on Earth. He ran to the red resupply room, grabbed a rectangular black rocket launcher, a double barreled sawn-off shotgun, and the demoman's katana. And he was going to stop them, no matter what it took.
Before he set off, he went to Samus's, Isaac Clarke's and Master Chief's bedroom, wrote a farewell note, and set off.
He had made his sacrifice.