A/N: Hey everyone! The previous chapter was a small intro to the story. Trust me when I say that when this story takes off in about a chapter, you'll be hooked, if not already. If you aren't hooked, too bad! you gotta stay. Now, let's talk upload schedule. The Muse is rolling right now so you can expect piles of chapters at once. If I get a severe case of writer's block, the story will be on hiatus for as long as I am ailed. Then there's the in between, which is that I will try and update once everyday. As for the mysterious man, we find out about him more in this chapter. Don't forget to review!
-uig50
The man sat on a rock, tired. He has walked for a day so far. His memory still blank, apart from a few fragments. In his time awake he discovered a few things. The zombies. The moment he saw them, he went on a killing spree. He couldn't control himself as more flashbacks flooded his mind. This time, the medallion appeared.
There were also bits of memory. Element 115. The key to everything. He rose from his rest, and continued his trek to the unbeknownst. He later came upon a town. The signs. They were written in a language foreign to him. German. He was in Germany, he atleast knew that much. Where in Germany, was the true question. He proceeded to locate a bathroom. He could use a nice clean up. He walked into the bathroom of an apartment building. He looked into the mirror, memorizing his features. He wore a fur-lined vest, to counteract the chilliness outside. He had medium length dark brown hair, and eyes so green they could pierce the night. He wore jeans that were torn in few places, and a pair of steel-toe combat boots. He took off his vest and turned on a sink. He thoroughly washed the grime from his face and hands.
About ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, only his face, hair, and hands clean. The tell tale groans of more zombies came from nowhere, breaking the peaceful silence. He drew his pistol. The zombies slowly emerged from an alleyway across the street from his current location. He studied their features more closely than his first encounter, noticing very little. Until he reached their eyes. The screeching noise that began the last time he had a flashback resurfaced once again to put him through pain. This time the images were different. A zombie, but with blue eyes. A scorched earth, void of most life. There was only one image that was the same. The medallion again. He regained composure, and was shocked to see a zombie, claws ready to tear his soft flesh. His instincts kicked in, much like his first time against these abominations. He rolled just as the zombie swiped, and shot it three time successfully in the head.
As it dropped more zombies emerged from the shadows, nearly surroundng him. An unknown voice rang through his head. Sometimes it is better to run than revive! He shook it off, and began to run, but as his luck would be, he tripped. He landed on his side, and something sharp cut his leg. He pushed himself up and began to sprint again. As soon as he lost them, he began to check his leg, whe he felt something in his pocket. He rached in and pulled it out and looked. It was an I.D. His I.D. He scanned it slowly taking in all the information on this little card. To him, it was salvation.
His name was Marcus, Age 20, and he was an agent of the BZCI... What was the BZCI? It sounded important. He shifted his gaze to the picture. It was of a much cleaner version of himself. The year the I.D. was printed was... 2025. Atleast he knew the year. Marcus placed the I.D. back in his pocket. He then pulled out the medallion. He slowly ran his thumb over the engraving but stopped on the three. There were indents surrounding the three. He slowly pressed the three in and The medallion popped open. It spread out so it looked like a small, flat rectangle with a screen. The screen lit up and showed his location on a G.P.S map. He was just outside of Breslau, Germany. There was a circle radiating around a remot location to the east. He tapped on it. It zoomed in and the medallion started speaking.
"Mission Objective: The Giant. Enter the facility an recover the 935 experimentation logs do this by any means necessary."
The Giant... The screeching noise erupted unexpected. Marcus fell to his knees, clutching his head as he always did. This time, it was another memory. He slowly passed out as it played through his head.
Forewarning: Next chapter is a quick flashback chapter!