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Author's Intro: Between working out the 'background' history for Aftermath, doing a damage synergy guide, I need to release some pent up narrative juice! So here this is, to be updated at times when I am free/bored or just have an urge to write. Operation Silent Hill Novelization of NOTD Aftermath By Korsriddare aka Templar Prologue BioWarfare Facility, Boston Massachusetts, United States of America 20th September 2037 0350 hrs (Local Time) A few hundred meters below the bustling streets of the city of Boston laid the BioWarfare Facility, a sprawling underground complex the size of a small city. Commissioned in the 2020s by the United States Army, its main purpose was to developed tools to enhance the physical capability of its soldiers. Of course, it is also used to find antiviral agents against existing biological weapons. Deeper in were the high-leveled laboratories, conducting classified research granted by the higher echelon of the Army. That was also the reason why one John Samson was sitted in one of the said labs, working over a computer console. He gave a rude snort as he slapped the screen once with his palm, frustration creeping into his actions. Bloody thing refuse to work! He typed in a series of command, and the same output he has been getting appeared on the screen again. Subject missing... Pending command He ran the thermal scans, which revealed nothing as well. He knew the white-coats were working on dogs, and gave him instruction to ensure the equipment are working fine. He did not ask too much as long as they continue to give him his salary, which was rather substantial, for a technician. "Don't use the CCTV unless you really have to, John." That was what they said to him. Well, he did not have much a of choice at this moment. It was either having a visual, or trying to explain to the professor why his test subject went missing from an enclosed area, with no signs of a breach to boot. "Ah, what the hell!" He got up from the console, and proceeded pass the door marked "Test Subjects". The corridor was lined with doors, and he stopped at one marked "K9-Evaluation". A tranqiliser dart gun was placed beside the door, and John decided against taking it. Well, nothing to worry about. He entered the password by the side, and opened the door. The first thing to hit him was the stench, it was almost like rotting flesh, but at the same time, it was slightly difference, though he could not place it. He left the door open, hoping it can help ventilate the room. A step out to make sure there was no biohazard sign, and he moved back in, eyeing the room. Light from the corridor illuminated the room dimly, and he could see the CCTV, and the cage. The cage seemed sturdy, which seemed to indicate that it was holding something dangerous. Except nothing was inside. John grunted as he turned on the lights of the room itself. There! The cage door remained intact, no signs of force entry, or exit. So much government money, and they could not purchase a decent infared sensor. He muttered to himself as he unlocked and opened the cage door, "Bloody prof didn't inform me of the animal being transfered..." And he froze. Something soft touched his leg for a moment. He looked around. What the hell? Nothing. "Right..." He said as he closed the cage door slowly, and began to walk out of the room. Suddenly, as if tossed, he found himself slammed against the wall, his senses numbed by a sharp pain from his stomach. He staggered up into a sitting position, and felt something wet on his stomach. He moved his hand down, and looked on in horror as his hand came up red. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygo- The last he saw was a huge jaw closing in on his head. Author's Notes: I wonder if anyone can guess what Zulu this is. |
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