What's happening in YOUR randomly generated apocalypse? Part 2!

Miria wooped and yelled with joy as the weapon systems of The Dauntless opened up, blowing the tides of zombies into little more then chunks. More zombies, attacted by the sound, began pouring from nearby alleys and buildings but it did them no good as the guns turned and shredded them, the tracks of The Dauntless grinding their remains into the bloody slush as it passed over. A death’s head grin stretched out across her face as they struck back at the abominations that had wreaked such horror on the world.

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Heck of a mobile base you got there eh???

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Walk quietly and carry a (extremely, over the top) big stick :wink:

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This guy know how to party, I’d want to share my story more in your style, with a limited third person POV, but it would most likely be almost a copy of your style, without the awesome pics…

Or most likely a first person POV, that would be great… wonder if I should maybe add it into the outdoor survival guide topic I might make, depending on how one of the contributers might respond…
I’ll just PM Kevin to see if he would want it as a seperate topic…

Go for it my dude, I’m just a bit of an amateur writer that abuses the snipping tool XD

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Yeah, I’m a pretty bad writer too, I’ve done on numerous occasions when writing a paper to just delete whole paragraphs just to rewrite a sentence for either better context or a better transition, I’ll post mine, but I’ll have to try and summarize about 3+ weeks worth of surviving…

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My first 0.D survivor is a different approach from my usual physical adept/ninja sort.

This one is a total bookworm with a military background - which is going quite well so far.

Made it from my helicopter crash site to a nearby town and have set up in a house on the periphery, making cautious forays to nearby houses to stay equipped and fed. Found a small bookstore on the 2nd day and that was a real boon as this character can rip through books in no time flat. Now I just need to find a real library or mansion so that I can stock up on more serious reading material.

Pretty happy with how rifles are balanced now. I may not have much ammo, but being able to reliably pick off a few of the most dangerous zombies has helped keep my corner of the neighborhood manageable until I figure out which end of a bow to point at the enemy. I figure long term this survivor will probably be a gun nut, as she’s just not very physically adept.

Food is a real issue now! Unlike all my previous runs where you just didn’t need a lot of food to keep going, I feel like the bulk of my time is now spent scavenging to make sure I have enough stocked for the next day or two. I’m sure I’ll turn a corner on that at some point when I have a vehicle and don’t have to hide from every little bump in the night, but for the time being it’s much more of an early challenge, rather than watching my stash of random canned goods inexorably stacking up.

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Haha. No Kill Like Overkill…

That thing must have taken forever to build.

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About one ingame month to source the parts and move the vehicles + about 3 ingame months to the day to break everything into individual parts and do the actual construction + a bit of tweaking and upgrading since then, forever will I be grateful that I decided to go way way out of the way to do the actual work though, would of been a nightmare dealing with constant attacks while trying to build it. Totally worth it though!

This is what I started with:


Maddy heard no moans of the dead coming from the prison. To her horror she knew what that meant. The “rollers” as she called them had contained the jail break of the dead. Maddy was terrified of robots. At least zombies used to be human. So she found her self ducking and dodging sentry bot gun fire…alone. just to feed her crew. She was reminded of that old movie …and the nuked out wasteland…She was a mouse…being hunted my metal.

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Manik DepraSeeve… it used to be a small name, especially in such a big city- well until the big city became the home of millions of the mutilated, torn apart from what they used to be to only become vessels of unknown hatred and pain. Sure she could’ve called them zombies, but would zombies ALWAYS bit the person to make them into another zombie, however, these monstrosities would do anything to kill a person just to turn them into another mutilation.

Manik could only remember faintly remember what it was like back home, or what was left of her home. Money problems always plagued her family, along with the rest of the tiny town she knew as her own. Manik knew that her only chance to become something big was to head to one of the larger cities and have someone generous enough to take her in as an apprentice, anything would work, as she was really a blank slate of a character, because her family was too poor to let her go to public school, own a car, and many other luxuries that her parents told her about before “The Catastrophe” caused the “The Crash”. Her really only skill was being good with a bat, too bad she was too socially awkward to turn that into anything, and was barely able to flaunt it as most of the time she could only play it colloquially with some other kids in a lot a couple of blocks from their neighborhood.

“Well, this is it, I’m hoping no-one misses me too much,” Manik said depressively as she walked out the door on the night of her 20th birthday. The trek was a relief on her almost decrepit mind, as she was getting to meet the people who picked her up as she hitch-hiked her way to the city. Ironically, after a small, awkward chit-chat with the driver of a car, the person’s car suddenly shut-off, bringing them to a halt. “Damnit!” screamed the driver “I shoulda known this junker wasn’t going to last too long, luckily I can get a mechanic to come out and check it out, I think they’re from the one city you’re going to also”. “Um… I… Sure that sounds good?” Manik stuttered with a quick retort… Manik’s luck wasn’t running out though, as the driver wasn’t much of a talker either, and didn’t mind the long wait for a mechanic to show up and bring them into the glamour of the city.

Manik had never seen so many lights in her life, it was almost blinding to see the neon glow of advertisements, signs, and much more. It was short-lived, as the drive to the mechanic garage wasn’t far, and didn’t head too far into the grand expose of the city. After diagnostics of the car came up- it happened-

Manik couldn’t really explain it, but fittingly nicknamed it- “The Cataclysm”. She was caught by surprise, especially when screaming, crashing, and other unknown horrors played their symphony onto the city. The driver was the first one from the shop to go, they were outside for a quick smoke break when a mutilation had caught them from behind, and quickly torn them apart- limb from limb- no remorse, no emotion, only their muscles bulging as they stood over the lifeless body of the driver. Most of the employees were next, as in the chaos all but four had decided to take the truck to try and escape along with most of the tools in the shop too. Manik wasn’t sure if they actually had made it out, but they never came back…

The last of the employees were steadfast in their expectation of keeping the shop together. After the first day, it seemed like they- humanity- were winning the fight- sure there was still screaming, explosions, and gunfire, but at least they were fighting back… The second day all that hope had ended after Manik saw a strange- seemingly unmanned tank approach a group of survivors that were being escorted by the national guard, and fire its cannon into a group, disintegrating most of the guard, and then the tank gunned down any survivors left, and seared the bodies to ashes… Manik knew nothing would be the same, never in a hundred years.

The next few days were noticeable uneventful from the past few that she, and the employees of the shop, had witnessed, until the sixth, when two of the four left to try and find their families in the chaos, never returning from the endeavor. It also seemed to quiet down that evening, until shockwaves made the ground tremble under her feet, and sudden flashes of heat washed over her suddenly, she only knew so little, but she knew it was probably bombs and maybe even a nuke that had fallen near the city. It kept her awake all night long.

On the night of the sixth most supplies had run out by then, so the second to last employee went out to try and find more- they never came back. Manik hoped the person was safe, and managed to find a way out of the city, but Manik knew otherwise. That morning on the day of the seventh, the symphony of darkness had rested with a decrescendo, well all noise had seemed to completely stop, except for some shrill shrieks, occasional explosions, and some bursts of gunfire here and there. Manik knew this madness had to stop, she HAD to escape the city.

(Basically the start of my game here)

After sitting a couple of hours sitting next to the last employees, she gained the courage to search the locker for better clothes. After only finding a work t-shirt that was marginally better than her own, she finally asked the final “Uhhh… I think we should leave? I really need erm… someone to protect me, please?” and after a long, awkward silence, the employee sobbingly responded “I couldn’t even keep my family, coworkers, or even my own damn dog alive… I don’t think so…”. She knew with her inexperience that she had no chance of convincing the guy anyway, he wasn’t even mentally right; he sat on a bench all day yesterday muttering to himself while wearing an American flag.

This was her final day in this hell-hole, she quietly opened the door and took a couple of steps into the dusty mechanic shop and after she took a few more steps she checked her surroundings to find a small pack of the mutilation wandering outside, luckily none had noticed her, and the car of the driver was still in the bay, but it also looked noticeably better too. She decided that it was the best bet on her way out. She gathered some tools from the nearby toolboxes and placed them in the trunk of the car, and with a quick goodbye to the last employee, opened the door of the garage to the outside.

(This is a lot to read, let alone write, I’ll post more into this later, but I’ll give the readers a break too.)

Wow I must have a guardian angel or something, because almost two minutes after posting this my laptop crashed.

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Miria wiped the sweat from her brow absently as she set the complex controls for the autodoc, it was a process she had become familiar with over the past months but still, now wasn’t the time to be lax. Portia looked up at her nervously “Are you sure this will work?”, Miria smiled reassuringly down at the young women, it was to be expected, in the past bionics had been something only a select few could enjoy and everyone had heard tales of the horrors induced by bootleg surgeries. “You’ll be fine, trust me” she gave the girls shoulder a comforting squeeze before turning back to the delicate work. Normally Miria wouldn’t of even considered risking the young women by bringing her into one of these facilities but after hearing what Miria had discovered about their research Portia had insisted on checking the computer records at the next opportunity. So after Miria had explored the lab complex and throughly purged it of all hostiles she’d brought the the computer wiz down to see what she could dig up, none of it had been good or pleasent. The only ray of light in the place of horrors had been the fully fuctioning med bay she’d uncovered and Miria had seized the opportunity to put the valuble CBMs they’d collected to good use. Portia, while nervous, had agreed tentatively to Miria’s offer of augmentations when the topic had been discussed. Miria had gone first, not wanting to risk her young friend, in retrospect that may of been a mistake though as Portia had witness the beginnings of her own surgery and become understandably nervous. “I’ll be by your side the whole time” she continued, hands working the controls carefully but precisely. Portia looked at her, fear and trust warred in her eyes but she nodded her agreement, she understood all too well that augmentation would increase her survival chances drastically. With a sigh, Miria leaned back, it was done. With a delicate touch she helped guild the girls slightly shaking arm into the sleeve that would deliver the anesthetic. “You’ll be fine” she repeated “just close your eyes and when you wake up it will all be done” Portia nodded again and screwed her eyes up tight as Miria reached over and activated the ominous looking machine…


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Part two:

(For some context, I’m only calling it the city because I forgot what the name of the city actually was. It was a random character as left behind scenario as a backpacker with some bashing skills that I can decently remember, but I can’t completely remember the starting skills completely and spoilers!!! she has changed drastically from the beginning, plus I forgot her traits, but they do play a big part in-game.)

Manik peered outside from the garage to the world she was now rebirthed to, knowing so much had changed, and so much will change, she could only hope she would live long enough to see it turn for better. For now, she would have to escape the city, there was no other option: she only knew the way out and nothing of the city from her limited memory after experiencing “The Cataclysm”.

The pack of Mutilation had moved farther away, but still noticed the noise of the garage door clanging upwards. Manik quickly jumped back into the car, stumbling with the foreign objects that appeared in front of her. She had only seen older, decrepit cars from the scrapyard near her old house, and this car was completely different, she decided to press one of the pedals- lurching the car forward- luckily she saved the car from crashing into the workshop. Manik decided to mess around and noticed a stick with different letters on it, and intuitively noticed it was in drive, she pushed it back to the letter “R”, this caused the car to lurch backward, throwing her into the steering wheel “I probably need this” she mentioned as soon as she stopped, placing her seat belt into place.

By now, the pack had noticed her and was moving in close, she put the stick back into drive and pulled into the street, noticing the hordes around her and started to gun it, going 64 mph in what she thought was an empty street- until she noticed the luxury RV seemingly pop out of nowhere- it was too late to stop, and too late to turn away- she violently smashed into the rear end of the vehicle, launching her from the now completely totaled car onto the road a couple of feet away.

Luckily her injuries were nominal, although painful… After getting back up from the havoc of the crash, Manik was very disorientated but was smart enough to know that crash caused a new sonorous wave of noise to echo throughout the now (un)dead city. She quickly started to run towards the outskirts of the city, noticing the flood of mutilation following her… She quickly ran to another smaller car that she recognized as a beetle and noticed that the only thing it lacked was a full tank.

Manik jumped into the beetle, buckled up, and quickly started (now slowly this time around) speeding around the mutilated and weaving between cars. While checking her map, she took a wrong turn and wasn’t on the road out of town, but at a dead end with only a field at the end. With all that had happened, Manik wasn’t ready to turn around into the city of death, so she gunned it down the street into the field where she eventually corrected herself onto the roadway out of the hell-hole that trapped her for seven days of genocide.

Driving down the road barely conscious from her recent crash she wanted to stop- and was about to when she noticed something horrifying in the distance, seemingly ants of inappropriate proportions roamed the roads in front of her. At first, Manik thought she was dreaming, dead, maybe even worse, but the realization came quickly to her when she splatted one of the bugs accidentally while zoning out. “What has this world come to? Please, someone, wake me from this nightmare…” “Hopefully this is the only city with this issue…” Manik pessimistically commented, almost too smart for her own good, knowing this is must be the end of the world- and no-one is waking from this nightmare, even when they die.

Manik checked the beetle’s dash, it felt like days since she got out of the garage, but realized that it was only a few hours into her first day of escaping the hell-town. She drove down the highway a few more hours, to escape her memories of the town, and mostly the ants. Manik, after a couple of hours, found a campsite with a few motorcycles and not much else. “F#ck, it’s spring, and I’m dressed like it’s a hot summer day,” “I’m stuck with an almost broken down beetle, with almost no gas at all, and all my loot was lost in that car crash,” “I don’t even have enough food or water to survive a few hours out here,” she thought to herself.

She wondered if maybe dying back in the town was better than starving, freezing, and suffering from dehydration. Her mood quickly changed once she saw an APC ahead of her vehicle, thinking maybe that the occupants of the APC would save her. Manik quickly drove to the APC, and screamed “Help me! Please!”. She waited for a few seconds and received no response, and in those few seconds, she noticed that the APC was looking a lot more decrepit than it was before…

Manik managed to pop open the door without much effort, she then realized why: the interior seemed lacking anything, and when she stepped in, she only noticed a few amenities inside: a magazine for some rifle, and a used heat pack. So much for any kind of help… She stepped outside and back into the beetle, she needed to find someplace else, as hunger and thirst became more prevalent. She didn’t know what exactly, but anything that would keep her sheltered from the harsh New England spring.

Another couple of hours later it was getting late too fast, and Manik hadn’t found any shelter for the night. She was bitterly cold from sudden flurries and lightning storms throughout the day, and her food and water situation worsened, she wasn’t showing signs of starving or dehydration, but she knew it wouldn’t be long until she saw signs of it overtaking her. She, however, noticed through the forest something called an “LMOE Shelter” she wasn’t sure what it was and wanted to pass it by for the time being.

Manik wasn’t given much of a choice however, once her beetle came to a stop, dying from the lack of gasoline in its tank. She reluctantly walked out of the beetle into a violent torrent of a lightning storm, quickly getting colder and colder. She made frigid steps into the woods where she last saw the shelter, wondering if maybe some of the minefields that appeared on the road while driving could be lurking in the forests and openings leading to the LMOE.

(Another break for this, as it is a lot to write, and I don’t want to lose it from a random crash caused by my super bad laptop. The next post will be sooner than this one, and I think that the story might be up-to-date with my current game within another post or two.)

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Part three:
(Sorry, this might’ve taken longer than the last part, got hung up with deciding on some life choices (should I get some homework done or not, lol) and listening to music…)

Manik traveled through the forest, avoiding gnarled bushes that seem to reach out and try to tear her to pieces, and panicked once she got to a sudden opening in the forest. She wasn’t too sure if she accidentally found herself in the middle of a minefield or not. After some time of waiting, Manik stumbled forward hoping her next step wouldn’t be her last. She was jittering so bad from the cold weather that she started to think that she was getting hotter…

Manik knew this couldn’t be good, as it was still snowfall- luckily she managed to reach the shelter before she froze to death. She popped the metal door open and quickly shut it behind her to prevent any more of the warmth of this shelter to escape. She cautiously stepped down the stairs to find herself in a corridor, with three doors: North, West, and East. Manik without thinking went straight into the west door to find herself in a library, where she found a fantasy novel and a book about sewing. “Well, I might as well as take both… I mean I still have this stupid leather backpack to store it anyways,” she muttered to herself. She left the library and moved to the east door, and luckily had found a partially collapsed room with a stove and a crevice full of water nearby.

Manik rushed to the stove to see if there was any wood inside, and then realized how stupid she was: even if the stove had any wood in the first place- she had nothing to light it with. She came to a quick and disgusting thought as she knew she was nearing death from dehydration, and reluctantly scooped her hands into the water of the crevice for only a single drink. The drink was refreshing, but only for a bit as she soon realized that even if she took a sip from the water, it could still poison her and outright just kill her.

Manik left the east room, making note of the usefulness of it. She traveled to the final door: North. She was mainly disappointed because it was a large almost cellar-like living room with some wire fencing nearby, and two new doors. She decided to check the fencing and found a sten and some .22 ammo. She checked both rooms: one leading into a bedroom and the other leading into a bathroom. She checked the first bedroom to find only a pillow, but the bathroom was in worse condition, as rubble had nearly covered the entrance to it, and she only found a toilet bowl full of water in it…

Well, Manik had to make the most of her situation, and even if she was weak from thirst, hunger, and tiredness, she was still a brute from having to work all the time to help her family. She easily crushed a chair in the library and used the two by four to smash a shelf in the den, giving her enough supplies to craft a crowbar of sorts to open some crates she had found in the east room. When she went back upstairs to check the time, it was still the dead of night, so she tried to sleep on a chair in the east room to no avail.

Manik couldn’t fall asleep just because of how cold it was, even if she was sheltered from the winds that tore apart upon the surface. She decided rather than waste time trying to sleep she should scavenge for food to eat and maybe learn more about her surroundings. She spent hours finding weird plants that she hoped were edible and starting to feast once she got back to her abode. Her time outside was not wasted at all too, as she found out quite an amount about her surroundings and even with the cold, hunger, and thirst tearing her mind apart, had managed to forge new ideas. Finally, she was confident she could make something to fend off the cold, all-consuming darkness that had surrounded her since the beginning of the end.

However, Manik still couldn’t see worth a damn and tried to spend the rest of her time trying to sleep till morning, again to no avail. But as she stumbled up the steps to what seems to be her last few hours, maybe even minutes, she slid the metallic door open to be bathed in the ever-glowing sunrise. She quickly ran downstairs to her pile of junk and gathered everything in her arms to start her crafts. A couple of minutes later Manik knew she could thrive once more, she had crafted a simple mechanism that used a bow-like shape, some tinder and a withered plant, and two by four to make fire.

She wasn’t too sure, but she remembered seeing it in a withered book near her home as a child; it called it something along the lines of “Fire drill”? She wasn’t about to relish too much in her crafts, so she ran downstairs again and smashed some of the already open crates for some two by fours, and used those to fuel to stove nearby. She gathered all the wild vegetables she hadn’t eaten yet and cooked them; killing off some of the toxins and worse tastes of those greens.

Manik knew that no matter how many wild vegetables she cooked she couldn’t keep up with the insatiable hunger of her body, so she quickly grabbed a tin can and scooped some water from the nearby crevice to boil. She could at least sate her thirst for now, but her hunger would be a different problem. Well, she only knew how to cook the vegetables, so it would have to work for now, even if they were not filling at all… After getting her needs mostly managed to safer levels, and once the fire had died, Manik decided to get crafting upstairs. She made herself a very makeshift crowbar, a ratty hammer, and a ghetto screwdriver; all of which she used to their full potentials, tearing apart the library for nails and two by fours, and cracking open the crates.

Getting the plethora of two by fours and nails were the best part, the crates, however, only had a single flare for the 7 closed crates. Now Manik started deconstruction other pieces of furniture in the other less valuable rooms of the shelter: first the shelving in the den, then the bookshelves in the bedroom, along with the chair and desk, but then “Eureka!” she screamed ecstatically, as she realized that the sheeting for the bed could more or less be used as blanket for sleeping. She finished the final parts of the bed for a total of 7 blankets, she quickly hauled them to her dwellings in the east room and placed them on the chair next to the stove.

Manik quickly dozed off to sleep, tired from the exhaustion of her first day and half of living in the cataclysm, and numerous run-ins with death at each footfall of Manik.

(Yeah, I don’t know what compelled me to let the character survive, rather than just wipe and “let the dead dogs bury themselves” but I managed to get survival two within the first night, and started cooking and eating cooked wild vegetables till I wasn’t hungry anymore, which is much more of a feat than it sounds. Managed to find a plastic bottle and a tin can too from searching bushes, which was extremely lucky too.)

(Spoilers: I am doing an outdoor survival guide because of how much this character took off in a matter of days, and might make a quick tie in with this character in the beginning as sorta a little homage to her. It will probably get done Wednesday if not later, as I’m getting pretty tired at about 12:01 central time, and tomorrow I work for most of my day off school. I also realize that with the current span of events I’m coming up with, this might be more than just a “one more post” thing, I’ll just tell ya when it’s up-to-date with my current character).

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If she’d been told but a day earlier that there were worse horrors then the undead and other unearthly creatures they’d encounted she might of laughed, she might of expressed incredulity but Miria doubted she would of believed. Not now, perhaps never again. She could hear Portia noisily emptying her stomach and Miria could feel bile climbing her own throat, only a supreme effort preventing her joining her young friend.
The night had started normally enough, as normal as anything was in this nightmare world. Portia had spotted an Outpost while they’d been cruising along a country road some distance from any remnants of former civilisation and they’d decided to approach the military complex under cover of darkness, wondering if perhaps this place had weathered the undead hordes but fearing the worst. After parking the Dauntless some distance away, not wanting to cause a misunderstanding, they had hiked the rest of the way on foot. Their hopes were bolsted as they got closer and spotted lit brazers flanking the entrance and a pair of shadowy but unmistakably human figures on guard duty. It was only when they had got close enough to make out the details of the figures more clearly and been spotted in turn that they began to realise something was wrong. Sinister laughter had rang out and Miria could hear one of the guards remark about “how nice it was when prey just walked right up” and the other had replied “two more to go with the others”. It was their saving grace that the bandits had been over confident, not even raising the alarm. The fight had been short and brutal. Miria and Portia managing to slay the pair without attacting more attention, Miria would of insisted on leaving there and then but there was no way they could leave more innocents in their hands. So after a quick discussion the pair had stealthly pressed on, slipping carefully into the facility. Ghosting around the place they’d finally managed to isolate one of the bandits, a hunter or butcher by the look of him and the room he’d occupied. Miria would of liked to have questioned him but they’d been spotted as soon as she had pushed open the door, rather then risk discovery, Miria had ended him with a single precise shot from her silenced Cx4. Entering quickly, Portia had closed the door and listened intently for anyone coming to investigate. A few tense moments later, when no reaction had been forthcoming, they’d split up to search the room for anything useful. The room was a butchery by appearance, blood splashed across the floor and the smell permeated the air. While Portia poked around, Miria had moved over to investigate some crates that’d been set off to one side. “Decent amount of supplies” she’d commented quietly, seeing the crates were in fact filled with meat. She’d been idly musing if they’d be able to get them back to the Dauntless when Portia made a sudden choking sound. She’d spun back towards her friend when in a stained voice Portia managed to croak out “These… These are human bones” Miria met her horrified gaze and realisation came to her in a rush, they both turned to the crates of Human meat…

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Somebody had a bad day.

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It hadn’t taken them long to discover the captives but things had gotten complicated after that, there were two captives locked in the cell going by the names Alycia and Ryan when Miria and Portia found them. Seeing their faces turn from terror to hope when they’d been told that the pair was there to rescue them had been a bright spot in the night of horrors, things had been more complicated though. One of their companions had been taken away that very day and their was still hope for his rescue, “If we raise a ruskus now…” Miria had murmured, she was torn. Leaving now might put the pair at risk but taking them with them to infiltrate would be impossible. Both were weakened by their captivity and the only gear they possessed was the clothes on their backs. “Can you wait a little longer?” they’d agreed, there was still hope for their friend. Miria dithered for a moment before coming to a decision, she pulled her M9 and slipped it through the bars to them. “Use it if you have to, we’ll be back soon”. They’d searched quickly but throughtly, dispatching silently every member of the cannibal cult they’d encounted. Miria had thought she’d feel guilty about slaying so many fellow humans but she felt nothing. Even Portia had looked grim and detemined, not even a hint of her usual nervousness. Justice was being served. The trip through the camp and been one horror after another, there were signs of experimental mutantions and other things that sickened Miria but the trip was for nought, the man they’d been looking for had been found dead. Locked in a cage with giant ants to die for the amusement of these monsters. Miria had opted to be the one to break the news, though she’d spared them the details.


All that was left now was to free them and leave, she hoped fervently they’d slain all members of the cult.

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Finally found the most of the books I’ve been searching for. Now to brew more mutagen than is safe…

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safety is for the timid :stuck_out_tongue:

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Question - should I expand the mobile home to include a 120mm cannon? :thinking:

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