Italics = Thoughts

"words"= speech

Underline = elemental speak

The siege

Alright this is it, get the team outta here and this little adventure should be done. thinking as I put on my gas mask.

"you and me! You blue demons! Come and get me! (mmph mmph mph! mmph mph mmphmphm! Mmph mmph mph mph)" I shout through my muffled voice

A young police officer, stunned at my sudden appearance, attempts call for back up, instead bursting into flames as he runs ablaze into other units, a riot officer hits me over the head with a baton as he tries to subdue me, I simply turn around and burn his equipment, his armour and his flesh.

More shots ring out as bullets scrape my body, piercing inside of me like a needle.

"ha ha ha ha" as I approach him, and just like the names of those long before him, he is gone.

A firestorm begins to emerge, as the street and the surrounding buildings are lit on fire.

(at the building where the other team is held up in)

"what is wrong with you, you have several bullets in your body and you're still standing, what happened"

I take the mask off "look, we don't have enough time, get the goods and locate the door, I'll stay behind to hold the police off, now hurry, the army is going to be here any minute now"

"understood, where do we go though?

"just follow me, you'll be alright… say, you have a family back home don't you?"

"yeah, I just wanted to provide for them, like the rest of us here…"

"you will get back home, I promise you."

"thank you"

(shot from a news camera)

"come out with all weapons on the ground, we want to settle this peacefully" says the police officer.

"Croa croagunk Croa croagunk" shouts an elemental translator

Immediately a flare could be seen lighting up the sky, and rockets from the compound was shot at several buildings, crushing several squad cars, and maiming the elemental translator,

More gunfire, including a sniper rifle, shotgun and pistol can be heard coming from the compound, police units are increasingly pinned down as the gunfire from the compound loosens up, signalling that the defenders have given up, the police chief orders several units to move in and abandon their positions, in order the end the siege once and for all.

Several minutes pass…

The camera moves closer with other squads in order to take a look into the building, and what they see is horror, the screams of the axed, the burnt and the crisp, the masked individual sets fire to the anti-terrorist units and fire his flare gun, somehow killing them instantly, leaving him and the cameraman, the cameraman tires to step back, but trips over a fire axe and leaves the camera cracked on the ground, before the screen becomes black.

Freedom?

I have mixed… feelings about this dimension, one thing for sure is that any contracts I do I'm doing alone from now on, people just seem to die way too easily, at least you get to respawn In some dimensions (not touching that subject) I ask you now: did you ever want to insert yourself into a game or TV show, I know I did, I discovered this whole dimension thing when people started finding random stuff from stuff like a cake from Minecraft, the home run bat from Smash bros and even a literal gold coin from Super Mario bros. I found the dimensional portal where all this random stuff was popping up from video game franchises, people thought it was some sort of a stunt from hooligans or nerds that stayed for 20 years in their basement, when I went through the door Robert and I really got lost, after sometime of going into one dimension into another, we started to run out of money, so we found a dimension and stuck with it, unfortunately someone had seemed to gone to the meat market after not washing their hands and apparently that started a zombie infection that ran through a nearby city, unlike most zombie stories the government actually did something about it and blockaded the entire city with concrete walls guarded by around ~10,000 frontline soldiers…

For a population of around 500,000 people.

Now, around half of the population evacuated before the threat became too much, so why bring in freelancers to stop the infection when they had it under control?

the idea of bringing semi professionals into a situation where army personal should be brought in is puzzling, so here's a simple answer: unemployment

when me and Robert went into the dimension, we were unemployed, sure I had worked odd jobs, but customers kept on saying that I was insane, or that I was creepy. Robert had a charismatic personality, but he was immature and sometimes just outright not suited for serious work positions, so by the time the infection spread we were fearing for our kneecaps….

But with the government employing "mercenaries" it could battle unemployment, get rid of surplus weapons, get rid of "undesirable" workers, AND look good.

Basically, we had the choice of starvation and broken kneecaps OR we could sign up and get a random weapon to fight the undead. (+$50 for every kill).

My favourite part of the job

We all met in a shady corridor of the interdimensional hub and got our payment, there's no police, there's no reason to look so suspicious, it's just a practice that most employers do.

Right now I'm riding a transport to a food court, the best way I could explain this is as if it was a mall or an airport, you see, travellers might come out of a dimension hungry.

It takes 10 seconds to figure out the rest, but here's a hint: money

I'm going to back head to my home dimension, but… before that I'm going to get some food, I realised now that I have a number of bullet holes in my body, the worse thing about it is that sure, I don't die but my jacket is all messed up, mind you that I haven't taken off this jacket in years, so I'm probably getting a repair on it, or It'll just repair itself overtime like it does with a snake shedding its skin, now that I think about it I should probably get food this time instead of monologuing to myself.

Damn. I don't know how they make this but the hotdogs I'm eating taste great, wait a minute...

Never asked. never saw.

Anyways, I'm on a transport on my way to my home dimensional door, it'll be good to be home, although I should probably start looking on another contract, the interdimensional internet link has been really faulty recently in a lot of the dimensions, including the mainline pokemon games, so it might be a good time to take a contract there and cause chaos.

Because of course I can, don't believe the Australian jar man when professionals have standards, because this one doesn't.

Home

I walked out of the door and caught the train home, I'm just really tired, and let's face it: no one is going to read this book anyways right?

Don't answer that question.

The ride home is made worse by this kid that keeps on screaming profanities at me, I'm tempted to grab him by the neck and throw him out of the train, doing everybody a favour, but at this point I don't care.