I got bored, so I decided I would make something for the OL for fun. This has nothing to do with Titus/Bane, which gives me some relief to expand a little and not be confined to his personality and such.

CnC much appreciated.



"In the craziest situations, we find love in the craziest ways"
ning alarms. They made his eardrums vibrate and his head throb. He had absolutely no idea why they were going off, or where he was. That was when he realized he was on solid concrete. Why he was on the ground of god knows where, he yet again didn’t know. He needed to figure out his surroundings.

That was when he finally decided to open his eyes. The sudden bright light hanging on the ceiling blinded him momentarily, but his eyes got back into focus quickly. He sat up, noticing soreness in his lower back. It suggested he had been on the hard floor for a while now. He also grabbed his right arm in pain, realizing there was a fairly large gash. He would have to find something to take care of that later, before it got infected.

The room he was in looked like a bunker of sorts. There were no furniture or any accessories to the room. Nothing really stood out. The walls were solid concrete, large cracks lining the whole room. The red light from the sirens shined on his face, although the noise seemed to have been put in the back of his mind as he continued to wonder where he was. He kept looking around the room, trying to find a way out. Finally, he looked to his side where the shining crimson light was coming from and saw salvation. A way to get out and figure out what the hell was going on. A smooth mahogany door with the door knob removed.

Seeing a way out, he got up as quick as he could. Once he was standing, he realized he felt very dizzy. The world was spinning around him for a few seconds. Nausea was kicking in. He thought he was going to be sick. And then, it abruptly stopped. The only logical explanation he could think of was the fact that him suddenly standing up after what may have been hours of lying there had made him dizzy. The dizziness then caused nausea.

He forgot about it and walked towards the door gingerly, as to not upset any part of his body more. As he got a few feet from the door, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. A hole, almost bigger than the door itself. He turned so he could see it full on. There were pieces of concrete all over the floor both in and out of the room. It definitely didn’t look like it was an accidental collapse in the wall.

He didn’t know where he was or why he was here. Hell, he realized he didn’t even know his own name . He had to get his memory back and get the hell out of here.

After some mental debate, the man decided to walk to the hole in the wall. As he walked, he felt his foot hit something. He instinctively looked down, making sure it wasn’t anything threatening. In looking down, he saw what he was wearing; a beat up armor suit with pieces torn off everywhere. It looked to be a very strong metal of some sort. He wondered where he had gotten that from.

“Oh, look at that,” he said to himself.

He picked up the assault rifle on the ground and checked it out. It looked in perfect condition, seldom the dust. It was also fully loaded, though he didn’t know how much was in each clip.

This’ll come in handy he thought to himself.

Taking his hand off of his gashed arm, the man grabbed the rifle in both hands and began to walk to the hole in the wall once again. As he got closer and closer, more beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He didn’t know what to expect, but for some reason, he had a bad feeling.

He walked through the hole in the wall into a narrow hallway. It was darkness seldom the bright light shining through the hole, enveloping the man in light for at least that moment. He could not see anything outside of that light, meaning he didn’t know which way to begin to go. And for the first time, he looked in front of him. His eyes widened in shock as he looked at the wall. There was something written in blood.

There is no escape from them

The man began to wonder what was Them . He began to hold his rifle tightly in his hand as he looked around for the person that had made this. He saw a barely seen blood trail lead to the left. So, he turned the flashlight on his rifle and looked down the trail.

A few feet down, there was a body sprawled on the ground. A pool of crimson blood was around him, and oddly enough seemed to be wearing the same type of armor the man had on. He went up with his assault rifle to get a closer look at the dead man.

He walked gingerly toward him and kneeled down. He looked through the dead man’s shattered visor at his fairly young looking face. He seemed to have various spots where he was bleeding, including the mouth and ears. His piercing blue eyes were wide open, as if he was shocked when it all happened.

“Poor soul,” he said to himself. He wondered who the hell could have done this to the man.

He sighed heavily and stood up. Whatever happened to this man, he couldn’t be helped now. Besides, the man had things to do. He reluctantly turned around from him and walked down the hall. He had only made it a few feet when he stopped. He heard a barely audible hiss coming from behind him.

He swirled around quickly, rifle aimed. He was shocked to see the previously dead man standing up slowly. He slowly let his rifle down to his side.

“Your..your alive,” the man said.

No answer. The man walked- scratch that- limped up to him.

“Are you okay..?” he asked cautiously.

Again, no answer. He walked closer and closer, his footsteps echoing across the narrow hallway.

“What are you doing?” he asked, much more frantically this time.

A hiss escaped from the man. His body limped ever so closer to him, until he was just a footstep away. The previously dead man looked up, looking into the other man’s eyes.

His eyes weren’t a piercing blue any more. You could see through his shattered visor that they were red. A glowing red. And his mouth was outlined with blood and sharp teeth.

“Holy shit..”

The zombie snarled. The mans heart was racing faster than a race horse. In the dark, the only thing that could be seen was the glowing red eyes. Luckily, the man had adjusted to the darkness. It put it’s hand up, ready to strike. Somehow, reflexes kicked in and the man jumped back as it’s open hand came down. Another attempt with the other hand. He side stepped.

The zombie then charged, mouth open, ready to bite at the man’s arm. It was surprisingly fast as it had just been walking so slowly. The man jumped to his left, out of the way of the zombie. He brought up his assault rifle in quick succession, bringing light back to the fight with its flashlight. He aimed the gun at the zombie’s head just as it turned around. It jumped high in the air, and at it’s trajectory, would come straight down on the man. The man quickly aimed in the zombie’s wide open mouth with haste.

And he pulled the trigger. Three shots in succession was all it took to have the zombie fall in mid jump. It was now bleeding out of it’s head, hopefully officially dead. His reflexes in battle told him he had to have done this sort of thing before.

The man looked down at his kill. His breathing was heavy, and his heart rate was still faster than it should have been. Whatever was going on here, it was turning these people into beasts. The site of the bloody corpse it..it made him want to…

He vomited all over the ground next to him.

He wiped the vomit off his mouth, sweat now all over his face. He had to get out of here and find help.

He turned from the corpse, hoping it wouldn’t hiss at him again. He walked down the hallway, assault rifle lighting the path in front of him. He had no idea what to expect anymore. He decided he would take things as it came

He also decided that until he found out his true name, he would have to use something else.

Trigger. [/SPOILER]

the end of the hallway, gun ready. He felt another pain shoot through his arm.

Ah, shit..

Trigger knew that he had to get to a medical facility to at least cover up the wound. But first, he had to find something to bring the power back on otherwise he’d be virtually blind for the rest of his time down here. He sincerely hoped his time down here wouldn’t be too long, however.

What was only a minute and a half walk to the door at the end of the hallway felt like hours. Sweet light enveloped him again as the red lights from alarms covered the front of the door. The blaring sounds seemed to have stopped altogether, or maybe he had adapted to it. He decided on the latter since his head was still throbbing.

Trigger put his hand on the golden knob and turned it ever so slowly. Any sound made was minuscule, but he still heard sudden hisses at the first sound followed by the thump of footsteps. Trigger had the door turned all the way in his right hand, and just needed the right time to swing it open. He rested his finger gently on the trigger of his rifle as sweat broke out on his face yet again.

Then he heard the scratching and snarling at the door and knew it was the right time.

He swung the door open as quick and hard as he could, obviously catching the zombies by surprise. The sound of the door hitting the side of the wall echoed around what seemed like the entire facility. Trigger put his rifle up, the light flashing at the two zombies on the ground.

Their faces were bleeding profusely, but you could still see those cold glowing crimson eyes. They looked at him and snarled with their large sharp teeth bared. This was when Trigger realized that one of the zombies had the same ripped up armor suit that the last one had. The other one had what looked like a scientist’s coat with the bottom ripped and the white turned to a light brown. He sighed heavily, burdened by the fact that these were once human beings.

That moment of hesitation was just what they needed. They shot up and jumped right on top of Trigger, knocking him over. He heard his rifle skitter across the ground and hit the side of the wall. The one in the armor was on him, inches from his face, blood dripping from it’s teeth. This was the first time he had a face to face experience with it. He saw the smudged dirt and fresh blood on it’s face, the fresh flesh in the middle of it’s teeth. He looked down and saw the long yellow nails. That face to face moment was all he needed.

It was now burned into his mind that once they turn, they are no longer a human being, but a monster.

Trigger saw the zombie put it’s head up, ready to bite. He couldn’t let that happen. He still needed so many answers and he wasn’t going to die in this hellhole. He lifted up his right arm and right hooked the snarling zombie in the side of the face. It blinked, stunned at the sudden shot. Another left hook knocked it to the side of him, more blood coming from it’s face. Trigger felt adrenaline course throw his veins as he rolled over to his gun. He brought it up to the armored zombie, who was just getting up from the punches. He shot three times clean in between the eyes, almost no blood coming out except on the wall behind it. The zombie slumped down against the wall and Trigger smirked. The smirk soon faded however, when he realized something.

He forgot about the other one, and he was still on the ground.

Trigger rolled out of the way of a bite that would have hit him in the jugular vein. The zombie jumped from it’s spot onto him, but Trigger already had the weapon up horizontally, blocking any advances to his face. The zombie fought to get through the weapon, it’s cold red eyes locked onto to Trigger’s. He threw the zombie off of his weapon and made another three shot burst in the side of the head, the bullets coming cleanly out of the other side.

“Holy shit,” Trigger said to himself. His heart was racing, he was panting and he was drenched in sweat. He had barely been awake a half hour and he had already almost died. He had to be more careful with these zombies and show no hesitation.

Trigger sighed and took a look around the room with his light. The walls weren’t as sturdy as the ones of the room he had been in. It almost seemed like normal walls you’d see in a house. You know, other than the fact that the walls were covered in splattered blood and gore. The ceiling had a light on it, but it wasn’t on. It baffled him how the only light that was on was in the room he woke up in.

Trigger took his light back down on the ground. The two zombies now had pools of blood around them, but he noticed something else out of the corner of his eye.

Another body?

He lit his light on the other body. He felt bile rise up his stomach as he looked at it.

He was 75% sure it was a man, but the way his body was, there was no 100% guarantee. The armor on the body was ripped to shreds, some pieces to the side having teeth marks on it. His body was covered in blood and rats were eating at his feet through his boots, which were now only muscle. But worst of all was his face. The skin had been completely ripped off with only muscle left. At some spots of the face you could actually see bone. There were various tafts of blonde hair all over his head, and one of his eyes were missing. The other eye was wide and green. He then let his flashlight go down to a shiny name tag. It read: Private Gunner: Bravo Team .

A sudden flash of a memory went into his mind. An enthusiastic soldier, saluting to a figure that he couldn’t make out. His green eyes were filled with joy and pride. His smile seemed to charm everyone in the vicinity. He looked so ready to do his job…

That was when Trigger had realized he was a soldier of the alpha team some facility, though he didn’t know what rank. It was obvious by the name tag that this man was not on the same team as him, but he had a feeling he knew him. He had some feeling he was close to him. And he also knew one other thing.

He felt a tear drip down from his face onto the mutilated body, though he didn’t know why he was crying. “He was so young..” he said.

He wiped his eyes and looked over the body some more other than an assault rifle with the light broken. He did take the clips out for his gun though. Trigger looked for any clues of either a generator’s location or something to spark his memory.

And he found it: A dust ridden and blood smeared notebook in the tight grip of the private. Trigger took it out of the grip of him and looked at it. It seemed like there were words on the front, but they were unintelligible. He flipped open to the first page, but it was blood smeared pages up until the sixth page.

Journal Entry 1: 5/18/2020

Hello, I���m Private Ryan Gunner. It has been, from what I could guess, one day since we were sent down here, meaning it has been two days since the initial incident. I figured since I had this notebook to write status reports on the place, I might as well write what’s happening down here, in case someone else sees. The general told us that Alpha Team was sent down there on patrol and hadn’t responded in about 18 hours. We were sent down there to find them.

Captain Shaw had said he had overheard that the government had planned a viral assault on the lower levels and out into the U.S. to increase popularity among them for taking it down. He wrote it off as some stupid rumor, but part of me wondered if he really meant that or he still thought it wasn’t.

We saw the first hostile about two hours into the search for Alpha Team. Does red eyes….I-I can’t get them out of my mind. The captain had been bit and that’s when we opened fire. Just after that, comms was lost.

Two hours after that, we were swarmed. Most of the team was lost to those monsters, Sergeant Bishop being thrown into the electrical generator. Hah, That’s the reason why I’m writing this with only the light from my rifle. The captain..he transformed into one of them. We had to kill him. That’s when we realized how fast the virus spreads through the body. All that

I like it so far. Im making a zombie story too, and Im on chapter 6 :3. Cant wait to see more.

Thanks :P

Chapter 4 is up guys.

EDIT: New place for my chapters since my first post has reached too many characters. Bleh.

s body, mutilated by the infection that destroyed his once cheerful and outgoing self. Seeing how mutilated it was, Ethan concluded one definite gun shot through the head didn’t seem to hurt the look of the body much. But that didnt stop him from feeling slightly bad for ending his best friends life. He sighed heavily and stood up from the corpse. As he stood up, Ethan noticed Cody’s once pink muscle body beginning to turn black and decay, just like the normal Berserker. Part of Cody’s human mind still living must have been the only thing keeping the beast’s body intact.

After a few seconds, the body had decayed rapidly, until finally it was only black goop around where Cody had been killed. Cody was always such an amazing friend. He had been there for him for years, and was there beside him for all of the big things in his life. He couldn’t remember a lot of it right now, but somehow he knew. He knew that Cody had been there for him, from beginning to end.

Poor man didn’t have to die this way.

Ethan sighed and turned around from the puddles of black goop. He knew the old Cody would want him to move around, save himself. Other than a few more puddles of blood and two good sized dents in the wall, there wasn’t really anything different of the room than the first time he entered, but seeing as it was a horrible mess before, it wasn't like it mattered. He looked at the comms area, intact for the most part. He sighed with relief. He could finally contact the general and get out of this hellhole.

Ethan, being a bit happier than he was a second ago, strode over to the area. He lifted his feet up and stepped over the various drops or puddles of blood, trying not to be any messier than he already was, with all of the dry blood and bruises on him as it was. The brightly lit room made it easier to find the lever he previously found then it would have been had he not turned on the generators before. Before anything else could happen, he pulled it to GO .

The machine surrounding the lever began to whir at a violent level. The area began to shake for a few seconds, slightly frightening Ethan since he didn't really want to deal with these demon spawns anymore.It made one last big shake, before subsiding. The whir sound was still obvious, however. Ethan knew it would probably attract zombies, meaning he would be having a fun time upon leaving this place.

But all of that was mollified once he heard static on his own comms device.

“Yes!” he exclaimed. Finally, some sort of good luck! He wanted to jump up and down on the concrete ground at that point, but with his luck, he’d break an ankle and not be able to leave.

Finally, after his sheer excitement at his stroke of good luck ceased, he looked down and pressed the button on the comms device on his wrist. He put it up to his face and began to talk into it.

“Hello? Is anyone there? I’m looking for the general of the facility.” He recited into the device.

Ethan heard nothing but static for a few seconds. Those few seconds felt like hours, waiting for somebody to respond to him. He needed to hear someone human that wasn't at risk of dying.

He talked into it again. “Please, this is Captain Ethan of Alpha Team. I need to get out of here. I just put comms back on and I’m looking at the general. Please, somebody pick up”

After a few more agonizing seconds of static, finally a voice came up.

“This is General Starks, what is the problem?” he asked in a routine matter, like he'd done this a thousand times today.

“General, This is Ethan, captain of Alpha Team.”

Silence was heard for a moment. “My god…so you are alive.”

“Yes, sir, it’s me”

“My god, we thought we lost your team when comms went down…”

“Well…you did lose most of it. From what I’ve seen, I’m the last soldier left…” Ethan sighed heavily.

“What about Delta Team?” The general asked.

Ethan looked down at the ground, his throat becoming sore from holding in the tears as he flashed back to the Berserker tearing Delta Team apart, and him having to shoot his own wife. He tried not to sound upset, but his stuttering suggested otherwise.

“D-Dead…their all dead.”

Again, there was silence. A bit of static was heard, but not as much as before, indicating Starks was still there.

“I was wondering why the team hadn’t moved in a while. I’m so sorry, Ethan.” He said.

“It’s okay, sir. There’s something more important. I have a theory about what the hells going on here.”

“Oh?” He seemed very curious to hear Ethan’s theory.

“Okay. My theory is, some scientist took the tracking devices off of Alpha Team, and sicked their Project Zeros on us. How I got out, I don’t know. But that must have been the start of it. And the scientist probably had an antivirus ready to be the savior of the country.”

For the third time in this conversation, there was dead silence. Except this time, it was longer. This wasn’t a few seconds. It was a whole minute. An entire. Agonizing. Minute.Ethan was about to ask to see if the General was still on the line, even though he knew he was by the lack of static. But then, he answered.

“That’s actually a pretty good theory, Ethan. I’ll give you the coordinates so you can come up and talk to me in person.” He replied.

“Really?” Ethan was fairly surprised the general had believed him. It was a bit far fetched, to put it nicely. But, he guessed a zombie virus was far fetched too.

“Yes…right after you make a quick round of the facility for any survivors.”

Ethan held in the heavy sigh he wanted to take. Another goddamned round to find more of these monsters? Maybe he’d find some survivors, but at the risk of his own life? How could General Starks ask such a thing after all he’d been through, the lost of his best friend and wife in one day.

“That's an order, Captain. And, if you don’t comply” Starks continued, “I’ll be forced to…let you wander on your own while we figure this thing out ourselves.”

Fuck. He had him now. He had to get out of here. He had to see the light of the outside again. If he didn’t comply, he would still be dead anyway. At least this way, he had a chance.

“Yes…sir…” he reluctantly replied.

“Okay, good. I’ll send you a map of the lower levels, and Comm me with a status report after you’ve done it. Starks out.”

Ethan sighed as the comms went back to static. What had he gotten himself into now? A look around this facility to risk his life just to find a survivor or two, that's what he'd gotten himself into. He didn’t even have the energy for this…

But he had to persist if he wanted to get out of here.

He stood at the comms area for a while, Putting his hands on the sides of the cold metal, thinking about his options. His head spun, as it had the entire time he was awake. He began to get rageful. He wanted to tear Starks' throat out...all he had to do was get up there and..

No, no. What was he thinking?

He sighed and calmed himself down. There were a lot of ways around here, but he also had a map now. As the map was sent and put up as a hologram in front of him, he realized the facility wasn’t that large. He had covered about half of it, with no survivors in site. All that was left was the scientists’ area and some other miscellaneous places he’d look through as he was getting to the scientists’ area. It wouldn’t be as long as he initially expected. He just had to be careful, was all.

Ethan sighed and stood up fully. He turned around to look at the door to the outside. He figured zombies were around there now, clawing at the door, after all of the commotion of the battle. He grabbed his knife and pistol, holding the pistol over the knife and the knife in a horizontal fashion. He had to make it out of here alive to get his memories back. He somehow thought Starks could help him do that.

So, he strode to the door, and went to the knob, pistol and knife in hand.

He breathed heavily, his adrenaline pumping through his veins as he put his hand onto the cold golden knob. He swung the door back, the wind hitting him in the face as his hand lifted up, his pistol aiming at whatever would be behind the door
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ected occurred. Zombies were waiting. Only two or three and not Berserkers, thankfully for him. Since he had his gun and knife all ready by the times he opened the door, it didn’t take Ethan long to find his first target, the front most zombie, and fling his right arm free, stabbing the shining blade into the zombie’s trachea all the way up to the hilt.

As the other two zombies came at him, their crimson red eyes showing a flash of anger from Ethan killing one of their kind, Ethan quickly pulled on his knife, taking it out of the zombie’s trachea with a sickening sound. Ethan quickly lifted his feet up as he jumped back. He landed gracefully a few inches back into the comms room. He put his gun away, realizing how stupid he was for using such a loud weapon when he had his knife. He clutched his newly blood soaked knife in his sweaty hands as the two decaying zombies walked to him slowly, growling stuck as their sound as they walked in a single file line.

In response, Ethan lifted his foot up and spun around as he swung a wide roundhouse kick into the side of the front zombie’s already rotting face. As the zombie staggered around at the side of him, Ethan aimed his knife at the other zombie. He brought his arm back into a curl, aiming at the beast. He uncurled it at a lightning fast speed as the knife left his hand and went toward the zombie. The blade managed to hit it right in between the eyes, but only half as much as it possibly could. Ethan jumped up and put his feet together, forming a dropkick as he simultaneously kicked the stabbed zombie in the head as well as pressing the knife hilt deep into it’s rotting skull as he heard a sickening crack.

Before he could fall all the way on his back, Ethan quickly flung his arms outward, palms out. He spun 180 degrees around and managed to catch himself in pushup position, his wrists aching a bit from the amount of quick work they had to do. Quickly remembering the lumbering zombie that he roundhouse kicked, Ethan put his feet back into standing position on his toes and jumped up. He hit the zombie square in the chin as another crack of a bone cracking was heard. It couldn’t have been Ethan’s, he’d barely been hit in the head.

He quickly looked up to find the zombie staggering backwards again, louder growls escaping it’s lips. This time, however, it’s lower jaw was hanging loose, only it’s rotten skin keeping the bone inside of it’s mouth. The zombie staggered back into the concrete wall as it hit the back of it’s head. Ethan calculated they were about two feet apart now. Plenty of time to finish it off.

He quickly ran forward about three feet before looking down at the zombie he had killed. It was bleeding black blood out of it’s head. Only a little bit, however, since the knife was keeping all of the blood in. He grabbed the knife by the hilt and pulled as the sounds of more bones cracking were heard. Once he got the knife fully out, the zombie’s black blood began to quickly leak, gushing all over the ground. It wasn’t as thick as Cody’s black goop, but it sure was as dark.

Ethan, remembering the task at hand, quickly turned around, clutching his knife. The zombie’s crimson red eyes glared into his. Ethan quickly jumped back a foot as the zombie began to sprint towards him. But this was what he wanted. Blind running. Just as the zombie sprinted right up to him with his left arm cocked to try and claw Ethan, and it’s mouth open to bite, it was met with a sudden and painful stab into the eye.

The zombie howled, and Ethan quickly took it out of it’s eye socket before pushing the sharp blade inside of the zombie’s forehead. He then cocked his arm and flung it free as he punched the bottom, causing it to go all the way in there and likely puncture the zombie’s brain, whatever was left of it anyway. The zombie dropped dead instantaneously, the limp body now hanging on the blade. Ethan shook his head and snapped his arm back, pulling the knife back fast.

“Well, shit,” Ethan said, panting slightly, “Good work out exercise,”

Ethan quickly turned on his heels and walked back outside. Upon exiting the door to the comms room, he made sure there was no more zombies in the area before proceeding. It seemed all clear, so he began walking down the hallway he had came down before entering here. He quickly turned the first corner he found, however. He didn’t want to risk seeing Jessica’s dead and rotting carcass. He didn’t want to ever have to see that, even after all of this was over. He made a note that if she ever had a funeral, not to let it be an open one.

As he turned the corner and walked down the brightly lit hallway covered in splotches of blood and gore, he turned his comms device back on to the map. The map came up and gave a bit more light adding onto the light that was already there. The blue light shined across Ethan’s face as he read it. According to the map, he had to walk for a few more minutes and turn left, and he’d be at his destination.

He honestly didn’t think for a second that he would find any survivors there. Ethan knew he would only find more of those snarling, decaying beasts. More beasts who used to be people with successful and probably happy lives. It depressed him at times, thinking of everything those people probably used to be.

But he couldn’t think about that. Ethan already knew he couldn’t feel remorse. They were no longer the human beings they used to be, only monsters with no brains. Even if they were functioning, they had gone insane from the infection, like Cody.

Now that he thought about it, how did Cody manage to be that way? Why wasn’t he like the other zombies that just lost all of their brain functions and just evolved over time? He had both brain functions and a very advanced evolution, but how? Maybe he got hit by a project Zero and that was the effect? But then, why weren’t their more of them.

Ethan ran his fingers through his brown hair as he continued walking, not knowing the answers. He had been thinking about this for so long, he didn’t even realize he was getting really close to his destination.

Ethan sighed and upon realizing he was only about a minute to the destination, clutched his black blood soaked knife in his hand. He put it to his side for the time being, but ready to make a slashing motion at anything that decided to move within his peripheral vision.

As he found his turn, he pressed the button down gently to turn off the comms device, taking away his blue light and leaving him with the bright white light. He didn’t mind though, that light was bright enough.

He turned his heels at a 90 degree angle and went around the corner into his destination: The Lab Area. It was pretty much where all the scientists did their experiments and had an area to have break and chat and a bunch of other shit Ethan probably wouldn’t have cared about even if he did totally remember.

Ethan gripped the knife as the hallway he was walking after turning the corner opened up into the lab area. It was a pretty big space, like the size of a cafeteria. The entire place was filled with the same type of lab desk. They were all white and looked to be about 6 feet in length,

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Chapter 4 is up guys.

Good. will check it.

Okay guys chapter 6 is up.

I've been trying to dish out a chapter every other day now. And I have, but with my freshman year of high school and the fact that I have other wRHG stuff I'm doing, it may be a bit longer every time I dish out a chapter. I will definitely still try to dish out chapters often since it was only my first day of freshman year so the ball doesn't really start rolling for a little while.

Givin yo guys a double header. Chapter 8 & 9 is up.

ERMAHGERD! DUBLE POST!!!


jk, Great Job man. You caught up to me in chapters! I have been trying to get a job, so my writing time is limited at the moment.

Ah well that's understandable

Chapter 10 is up people!

Why is virtually nobody commenting on this story ;~;

i've been looking for a good read o3o
i'll be checking this out soon

I like this kind of stories, is better long for all the readers, seems legit.

My faithful readers. Thank you for giving me a good amount of views. I really appreciate people reading my story and because of that motivation this may become my first story in ages that I have actually finished all the way through. I also apologize for the bit of delay with chapter 10, school and stuffs.

Anyway, here's Chapter 11! And I'm hoping to have 12 up by Sunday night or earlier.

i'm looking forward with reading your book Boom. i've skimmed a bit and i think it's good from what i read. ^^

I'm actually starting to wait for that moment when I don't have enough space in one post anymore xD. Cuz I'm at god knows how many words. I know its 46 Microsoft word pages so far

my god man that's true work and dedication. good job Boom! ~thumbs up~

I've been entertained by your work so far Boom~!
Keep up the great work~! :D