You wait for Diane to return to normal, but realise she is going to need clothes soon enough. You venture outside, and find a jumpsuit on some disfigured corpse. By the time you got it off Diane has turned back.
You present her clothes, a sincere thank you and a quick peck on the cheek. The last one causes her to freeze up in shock. She snaps out of it pretty quickly though and gives a smile in return.
Then begins the dramatic escape. As you run throughout the corridors you have no doubt that right now there would be music playing if this was a movie, but you have to make do by humming some generic rock song you remember from somewhere.
The hallways are a mess, corpses everywhere. More accurately, pieces of corpses everywhere.
When you get to an intersection you see some guy writing things on the walls using the blood of the dead people here. The drawings vary wildly, from advanced algebra to strange languages. You spy some english texts in there but you decide to focus on the guy writing those.
Watch out with that one, he knocked me flat....Noted. Hey there, who are you?A writer. He quickly hisses out as he continues drawing.
I can see that, but who is the individual in front of me?A writing one.What about your name?Nothing about it. Just a word.This is pointless. I don't think- Yes, she's right. She doesn't think, and your efforts to distract me from my work is pointless. It's too important, I might forget things.What are you writingWords.What is the content of those words?With this? Blood-cells.What is the meaning of the things you write.I hear things, they teach me things. Can't forget anything, nononononono.I don't think he'll answer anything usefu-I have already told you much, and not a single question I answered has been done incorrectly. You just can't ask questions then, isn't it?Don't talk to us like tha-Talk to you like what? Vermin? Parasites? I know who you both are, they told me of you. Leave me be, let me write, and you can continue on your grand scheme of taking over the world.Sod this, let's go.I believe that will not be neccecary A female voice suddenly says through an intercom.
A large screen zips on above you. An older lady is sitting in a large chair, leaned forward in worry. She looks directly at Diane
You've been a large problem to this facility, young lady. All we wish to do is help you.Bull. Fucking. Shit.I assume you've got your opinion about our company mainly from the genetic research parts? Here we genuinely wish to aid people, like Sasha Kriloff intended when she created this.She sees the writer through the camera, and gasps in surprise.
D-Doug? Honey, what are you doing out there?She was going to kill me, and I couldn't stay for fear of being interrupted. Besides, they wanted it in blood for this next part. Otherwise it won't stick.We're leaving this place, whether you want to or not.I know a man who won't be convinced when I see one. She visibly slumps and gives a deep sigh.
Fine... Release SCP-5408The large screen blacks out and opens up, revealing a large cage rattling cage suspended from a chain.
When it comes down, It's clear you are in trouble. It's a huge black horse with one chaingun hanging from each side. When the cage reaches the ground, it simply kicks it open, rears in rage and charges towards you!
Doug meanwhile, decided now is a good time to bugger off, and retreats back to one of the hallways, who are closed off the second he got out.
The room is large, circular and there are multiple weapons and bodies strewn about. Also of note is the large chair here.
What do you do now?
Zero's stats:
Health: Slightly hurt.
Energy: perfect.
Armor: patient gown.
Hunger: fed-ish.
Durability level: 2
Inventory:
Gun experience: Can hit stuff.
Safe-house security: Existent
Rage: ready.
Diane's stats:
Health: healthy
Energy: a bit tuckered out
Hunger: very well-fed
Armor: Loose-fitting jumpsuit
Inventory: nothing.
Horde.
A bunch of normals, A bunch of Spitters ,80-ish armored , An amount of actors, a larger amount of anklebiters,Snowflake and some other brutes, evidently., One Banshee, Blood-wing(outside, somewhere), one crawler, one brutish bear.
In total, you have 2300 or so zombies. It's an utter mystery how you can fit them all in three large trucks. Don't think about it too hard.
Friend:Bennie(missing!)
Protector and teacher: Iris.
Caretaker: "Theresa's Whisper"
Did you remember that horse boss I talked about 180 pages ago?
I did.
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