You want to protect the good elements of this company? Fine. Since you seem to know so much, give us names and locations of the evil ones in the company and most importantly the name and location of the one that created us.Are you honestly convinced that my sources are interested in your perception of evil? If you mean the ones who intend to gain profit rather then give help, then I can't help you.Who are you writing for?Myself. My sources keep telling me things, and I can't afford to forget anything. I write things in blood if it is needed that others read it. But by now, I'm done.
Shoot me if you wish, or don't. I'll be fine either way.You've just about had it. one more question and he's to run away to the end of the hall before his internal organs do.
Whom are you sources?I wish I knew. But come on then! You've already taunted death, and I'm sick of the eternal dance with the man! shoot me.You take aim, but decide against it for better judgement. You need more info on him.
DO IT. Or is this another "act of mercy" your kind use to make themselves feel "good"? GOOD AND BAD IS NOTHING MORE THEN SOME PUTRID IDEA CREATED WHEN THE FIRST CAVEMAN PREFERRED A WIFE TO A CORPSE AND WANTED AN EXCUSE FOR IT! NOW SHOOT ME DAMMIT. COME ON!Fuck this guy.Diane shoots him. The first shot hits his stomach. Doug falls to the floor.
I... they are not finished. I...Doug sticks a finger in his wound and starts writing again. Diane comes closer, and fires a second time. It hits his arm. He continues writing.
Diane is now standing right in front of him. He finishes his writing.
My final message, to you, and to my source.Diane unloads the rest of her magazine in his head. then takes a look at the final writings.
Thank youHow unneccecarily ambiguous. I don't think the source and writer are as great as they think they are.Still, I don't like this at all. It's creepy.The same way a creaking door is creepy. All in your head. Let's just get out o here and find TW.That won't be needed.The door opens, and there stands TW. She looks awful. Squinted eyes, pale and looking extremely annoyed.
Told you to leave the bottle alone.Irrelevant, Anyways, what happened here? It's deserted or otherwise slaughered. Seriously, it's like they got run over by a combine harvester. At any rate, the zombies are eating the hospital patients upstairs. I got Snowflake with me here.Master? You fine? Says a deep, gutteral voice.
Oh yeah, he started talking. I guess that's interesting to note.Zero's stats:
Health: Somewhat wounded.
Energy: tired.
Armor: patient gown.
Hunger: fed.
Durability level: 2
Inventory: Minigun of indeterminate caliber.
Gun experience: Can hit stuff.
Safe-house security: Existent
Rage: used.
Diane's stats:
Health: healthy, but has a wounded leg.
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"