Monty was once again rubbing at his aching temple, squinting
his eyes and wincing in pain. He grabbed his bottle of painkillers
only to find that they had all been consumed. In frustration, he
threw the empty bottle over his shoulder, slightly cursing under his
breath. "Are you alright Richard?" Nora's small quiet voice rang in
Monty's head. "What's wrong, you have been rubbing your head a lot."
"I just..ugh...I was born with slight traces of..well..ESP."
"Extra Sensory Perception? So you're a psychic?"
"In short, yes. It's nothing huge, I can't bend spoons or
anything, but sometimes I'll get a short glimpse of something." He
stopped for a moment and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
"Everytime it's just this short little flash in my head. When I was
rubbing my head in the Intersection back there, the visions were
flashing in my head. I...I saw Todd being," Monty sighed, "Being eaten
by that zombie that got him. I try to just put all of those images in
the back of my brain and pretend nothing happened, but it always
ends up happening, it hasn't failed yet."
"My God, why didn't you tell any of us this Rich?"
"I didn't want to be a circus freak of a commander. I just
wish that it would just go away, I don't want it. I don't want to know
what's going to happen. All of my visions end up as disasters like
Todd's dea-" Monty suddenly grabbed his head with both hands and
yelled at the top of his lungs. He tightly shut his eyes and clenched
his teeth together.
"Good God Monty, what's wrong?"
"IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN...."
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"MOVE YOUR FUCKING ASS GORDY LET'S GOOOOO!"
Zach's cries finally registered into Gordy's brain as he
stared at the massive creature that stood before him. It was at least
seven or seven and a half feet tall with a hugely deformed bone
structure. The creature's head was a foot or two away from its body,
suspended on a projectile neck. Its shoulder blades jutted from its
body like huge spikes and its vertebra jutted out from the skin of its
back. It was an obese, massive creature, its swollen belly protruded
outward, the skin of it tearing and its organs on the brink of spilling
onto the ground. The presence of breasts were the only signs that this
foul beast was indeed female. Her arms were far too long, reaching
past her ankles. Her left arm, aside from the rotten peeling flesh,
was normal. However her right hand ended at the wrist, the flesh cut
off leaving only a massive skeletal three-fingered bone claw. The
creature's bottom jaw was close to falling off, the flesh holding it on
was torn. Her right eye had a feminine appearance to it but the left
was dialated and bloodshot. No nose was present and a large crack
split the face down the middle from where the nose would have been,
down to the lower jaw.
The behemoth roared at Gordy, and as he ran to turn around, he
fell. The box that had fallen, thanks to Pestilence, spilled chemicals
onto the ground, forming a puddle around Gordy's feet. He slipped
and cracked his head on the tile floor of the Storeroom. He stumbled
back to his feet, overcoming the nausea and began to run. The fall had
affected his vision, everything had gone terribly blurry and Gordy felt
from the chemicals that he had fallen in. As he tried to catch up with
Zach, he stumbled and upon regaining his balance, felt Pestilence's
massive claw strike his back. In too much pain to scream, Gordy
silently flew through the air and struck the wall. Before slipping
away into unconsciousness, Gordy saw Pestilence stand over him.
Her arm reached towards him and Gordon G. Amos saw no more.
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After hearing a crunch against the wall, Zach stopped running
and looked back. Pestilence plunged her claw through Gordy's
chest and, with her other arm, grabbed his leg. She lifted him up
towards her face and began to bite at his midsection. Blood spilled
from the creature's mouth and onto the floor as Zach slowly unslung
his rifle. "Move slow dammit, might not notice, slowly.." He placed
the butt of his rifle in the crook of his arm and took aim. As his finger
tightened on the trigger, the left half of Pestilence's face exploded.Furious, she lunged at Zach, flailing Gordy's disembowled corpse.
Blood from Gordy and blood from the monster covered Zach as he
turned and ran as fast as his tired legs could possibly muster.
"Maybe...can...trap..it," thought Zach's exhausted mind. He turned
around, blood covered boots sliding on the tiled floor. He lobbed his
shotgun at Pestilence's face and leaped, sliding behind Pestilence
through her legs. As he got back onto his feet, Pestilence whipped her
arm around, using Gordy's legs as a morbid flail. Zach took Gordy's
boots to the back, knocking him back onto the ground. Quickly
recovering, Zach ran down the hallway towards the storage room.
Rather than going back to the storage room, Zach veered left into the
room they had not checked. He slammed the metal door behind him
and looked at what room he had thrown himself into.
"Good God, it's a motherfuckin' kitchen." Zach eyed the gas-
fueled oven in the corner of the kitchen and smiled. "We're gonna
have us some fried zombie bitch tonight."
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The room Noah had gone to investigate was nothing more than a
unisex bathroom. Realizing its convinience, Noah walked over to one
ofthe very clean urinals and began to relieve himself. Shortly after he
finished washing his hands, Noah heard gunshots and a scream from
the room across the hall that Sean had been investigating. "Oh God,
first Todd, now Sean. Why, why, why?!" This statement pounded
over and over again in Noah's head as he ran into one of the bathroom
stalls and closed the door. He brought his legs up and hugged his
knees, hiding himself. After about ten minutes of waiting in silence,
Noah let go of his legs and opened the stall door. Beretta drawn,
Noah slowly snuck out of the bathroom and grabbed the handle to the
room where he heard the scream. Swallowing and closing his eyes,
Noah threw open the door, screamed, and opened fire. After wasting
an entire clip, Noah opened his eyes and realized that he was in a
locker room, or at least the remains of one. He saw the upper torso of
an older man in a custodian outfit crawling towards him and
groaning. Noah screamed and brought the steel toe of his boot into
the zombie's face. Its head snapped back and fell flat on the floor. He
had stopped moving aside from the occasional arm twitch. Noah
turned over the body and saw the nametag on the suit, Oscar. He
closed the monster's eyes and noticed another body sprawled out on
the floor. He was dressed in black camoflagued clothes with steel
toed boots and a black S.T.A.R.S. kevlar jacket. He was laying on his
stomach and his head was gone, mashed to a bloody pulp which layed
in front of his neck stump. Noah rolled the body over and, to his
dismay, saw that the name on the vest was "S. Grey." Noah
quickly stood up and turned on his radio.
"Everyone, we have an emergency situation. All teams report to
the Conference Room now. Hurry up guys this is serious!!!" Noah
released the radio's call button and sprinted off towards the
Conference Room, leaving Sean's body behind.