Tomo2000

"Why such a harsh welcome?" I asked sarcastically. "Well," said Friedrich, "What do you want?" I smiled. Always straight to the point with humans. "Please," I said, "Take a seat." There was a nice new chair a few feet away from me. It had no scratches on it whatsoever. Friedrich slowly, but cautiously sat down. "So," I said, "The thought has bugged me for a while now. Ever since what happened a few hours ago. I'd like to know what you really are."

*5:00pm* I continued to retreat, thinking of what the human was. His blood and flesh burnt like acid. It was near impossible to have predicted but even more impossible to have imagined it. I had to know, the thought bugged inside my head. Know thy Enemy; this line repeated in my head. Just a simple talk would be relevant. I even had to reveal a bit of information that is extremely important. Taking him wouldn't be easy; he is far stronger when he is enraged. I decided to leave him a message. I took a piece of blank paper out of my bag, and on it I wrote him a message. Message: Friedritch, if I can remember your name properly, I would like to talk to you. You have nothing to loose; I cannot infect you. Please meet my by the Chemist tonight around 7:00. I will have all zombies leave the area. ~Tom. I took the message and returned to the military bunker. Knocking on the door, I saw him open up a small, glass hatch to see through with. I smiled and slid the note under the bunker door. With that, I retreated to the Chemist to get the zombies to leave the area.

I heard something collapse in the distance. "Stay here," I said as I sprinted to where I heard it. A minute later I arrived where I heard it. I looked around the corner and saw a human looking at his arm. It was... black. How is that possible? Maybe he is some kind of zombie. Feeling safe, I walked around the corner. The thing looked at me, feebly attempting the cover up his arm. He pulled out his pistol and fired 2 shots at me, both of them bouncing off my skin. A wave of fear came over him, but then his facial expression changed to imply he was in consentration... "Tom... is that you?" he said. I was shocked by what he said. "What? How did you know who I was?" I asked. [in the last paragraph I called you a thing because my character wasn't sure if you were human or zombie]

I smiled. "Of course," I said. Another door-like shape appeared in front of me and it took me to outside the Colossal Zombie. Behind me were 150 zombies; ready for action. I thought that I might strike the Military Bunker, but it was too protected. Singling out the survivors was the best plan of action. "Ok," I said, "Each split into groups of 5 Military-Zombies and 15 Regular zombies. Now!" The zombies quickly joined single-file lines, 25 in each. "Ok," I began, "Each will have a designated area. Group 1; scout the remains of the mall to find any survivors. Group 2; head to the Chemist. Group 3; Search the Shopping Centre. Group 4; Head to the video store; dodge the survivors. And Group 5; Patrol the underground and make sure there are no survivors down there." All the zombies nodded and ran in their single-file lines to their target areas. I turned around to the remaining 25 Military Zombies. "You are Group 6," I announced, "And your with me." The 25 zombies nodded in unison. I had to plan where to attack. The remaining areas zombies won't be at is the Pet Shop, the School and the bunker. "Any suggestions," I asked. One zombie put up its arm. I pointed to it and it spoke. "We could do a straight-out attack on the military bunker," it began. "No," I interupted, "That would be suicide." "Not to you." it replied. I smiled; I am bullet-proof, after all. But the rest would be killed. A willing sacrifice. "Agreed," I said, "Form up behind me," We marched towards the bunker.

I slept heavily. It was the 1st good sleep I could remember. I had a dream, also. It was disturbing for in this dream I was a human. There was another, also. Her name was Aga... Agathi? I cannot remember. But we were friends. We lived at this house with lots of other kids our age and adults would pick who they would like to have as a son or daughter, there. It was odd but happy too. I do not know how to describe it, but it didn't seem like a dream, either. It was too realistic. [Mao will have to wake me up :D because Tom is a very heavy sleeper]

I was a bit confused, but decided to continue our conversation, "I don't really have anymore questions. Do you have anything you would like to tell me, about anything? If not; you must have infected me for a reason. What do you want me to do?" [i'm logging off for tonight. I'll see you guys in the morning]

"Well, Oozerot," I said, looking down at my tea cut in disgused for even asking the question, "I have another question. I remember being a human, but, why did you turn me? Why not one of the other survivors? I know there are more, but I cannot remember any of them I am sure that one of the others would have been naturally faster or more superior than I am."

I was amazed, holding my head from what just happened. "Umm... Yes please," I said. A small cup of tea appeared in front of me. "Don't worry, its real" said the creature with a chuckle. "Ok," I said, sipping the tea, "You've probally seen me test my abilities out by the creek. What else can I do?"

I like drawing anything I can. I have a friend at school that can draw better than my art teacher; which is saying something because she has been teaching art for god-knows how long now.

I woke up, confused about what just happened. It didn't seem like a dream, but at the same time it did. I looked where the table had been and was shocked at what I found; the mirror that the zombie I was talking to was on the ground. It was completely different to mine. I picked it up and shon it at my face. I couldn't remember anything and I had nearly forgot what a human was. I knew that they were disgusting and foul; inpure. My face stayed reletively the same, except that it changed from the pale human colour to a light-red. My skin was all the light-red colour, except for some green patches that glow when my eyes do. Nothing muched seemed to change, except I felt completely different. I decided to test out my speed and agility. I stood up, saw a tree on the other side of the creek and ran to it. It didnt take long. I finished the 200 meter run or so in about 20 seconds; double the speed of a human. Impressed, I moved on to strength. There was a knocked down tree beside me. I attempted to pick it up, but failed. My strength seemed the be the same. I tested out a few more things; jumping, swimming and how long I could hold my breathe. All double the human rate; except for jumping, which I could jump the height of a 1 story building. Then I smiled; I might have a form of kenetic or psychic ability. I tried focusing and trying out a heap of hand motions; but nothing. I could still feel that there was something else to me. I continued to try but continued to fail; each time me getting more frustrated. A few minutes later I got to a point where I screamed out of anger. It was extremely loud, any bird within a few hundred meters flew off and all the trees around me blew over; the smaller ones snapping. There was a large ammount of leaves floating to the ground, also. Maybe a fail-safe system. I decided to then go to where the zombie I saw in my "dream" told me to go. I ran out of the forest, along the main road and until I reached the collosus zombie. It was massive; the name fit it well. "So," I said, "Where are you?"

My head starting feeling really odd. I pulled down the mirror to see that nearly my entire face had turned red. "Hey," said Riley, "You ok?" I turned to Riley. "Umm... I think... No," I said, "I think that I might be changing into one of them." Riley hit the brakes on the bus and took the nail gun I had on my lap; facing it at my head. "You know," he said, "If you want I could kill you now or let you leave," I shook my head. Now that I was in the situation I thought I would rather be a zombie than dead. "I..," I bagan, "I'll leave. If you find me; try to cure me. If there is no cure; kill me. But only when you are sure." I reached into my bag and pulled out a page of writing. "Here," I said, "Take this. It is a page of my journal of my life after the event. I want you to have it." I then got a really bad headache. Without thinking, I grabbed the bag with the rest of the pages in it, opened the door of the bus. "I'm sorry..." I said, exiting the bus. And within a few seconds I was off the road and into the bushes. Journal: Page 1: 19th of July, 1998, Today was odd to say the least. After coming in contact with that thing the whole orphanige was quarantined. Men in yellow suits entered the place and did a few tests on me and Agatha. They, later, handed us a box of syringes and said that we have to inject ourselves once a day. My first injection hurt; a lot. I nearly instantly felt dizzy and lightheaded. Agatha fainted after hers. I hope she gets better, it was all my fault. I kept running until I found a small river or creek, I wasn't sure. I set my bag down and drank some of the water. Luckily it was fresh water. I then got a huge surge in my head and fainted.

My mind started to... lag, I suppose. Just stopping in the middle of thoughts. I pulled out my mirror and saw that both of my eyes were entirely green, now. You couldn't see the pupil, or the whites of the outside anymore. I saw another group of zombies run by, past the bunker, and just seemed as if I wasn't there. I decided to follow them. As I ran I felt that I was faster. I caught up to them with ease. They were running in the direction of the Pharmacy. Upon entering; the whole place was in ruins. Zombies packed the small shop. Dead bodies lie on the ground; one was fresh, however. The smell of his flesh was... Irrasistable. I lept onto the carcase and devoured an arm. My mouth dripping with blood, I stood up and left. I pulled out my mirror again, whiped off the blood and noticed that a small section of my skin was changing colour to a more reddish colour... ... Maybe I am a monster...

I saw the beast heading towards the bunker. There was nothing I could do this time; but there might be one person who can. I ran to the video store, bashing on the doors and yelling "Al! Open up!"

"Sure," I said, "Just wait a second." I exited the bunker and peered onto what was marching towards us. It was giant. I considered, for a second, joining the zombies but without being infected; but that was impossible. I shook my head to get the thought out. I'm not a monster... I'm not a monster... My mind flashed with images of my childhood; the accident, Agatha and everybody who I harmed by what happened. My thoughts were interupted as a horde of zombies ran towards me. I pulled out my nailgun and shot 5 out of 6 of them. The otherone just ran straight past me; towards the bunker. It instantly tried attacking the door until Riley shot it. I retreated back inside; deciding to keep what I had discovered to myself. I injected myself and pulled out a mirror. My eyes were still green but another side affect was kicking in. My pupil seemed to be gone, but it just had turned into the same colour as my eye. I brang the hood over my eyes and entered CJ's little "office". "Hey, CJ," I said, entering the small room. "Yeah," he said. "Hey, Riley told me to tell you he was something for you," I said, "something to do with a radio frequency." "Thanks," said CJ, exiting his office. I followed him into the rest of the bunker. ... I'm not a monster...

I walked up to the new guy that warned us about the zombies. "Thanks, mate," I said. He noticed the odd light-green colour of my eyes and said, "N--No problem," I grabbed a torch and aimed the light at his eye. I quickly studied it, looking for any signs of infection. "Your pretty lucky," I said, turning off the torch, "Seems you didn't get the infection from those zombies that attacked you earlier." He sighed of relieft. "So," I asked, "What's your name?" "Friedrich," he said. "I'm Tom," I said, "Welcome to hell."

[by the way, guys, Tom hasn't been seen for about a day or two. And CJ, I think you meant the Shopping Center] Ugh... Not again. I picked up a mirror, seeing my reflection in it. Damn it! Why does this always happen?. I crawled along the floor, slightly, attempting to regain my lost memories but all I could find was a sinister face, laughing at me. I stood up and got some new clothes; my old ones had been torn a lot and wasn't too good anymore. I emerged from the storage section of the bunker, wearing some new clothes. I had long black pants, a Green T-shirt hidden by a black jacket with a hood. I saw a new person in the bunker. He didn't notice me, however. I also saw CJ. I walked up to him. "What's up?" I asked. "Not much; where have you been," CJ said, turning around to see me. He nearly dropped his woodcutters axe when he saw he. "What the?" he asked, pointing at my face, "Whats happened to your eyes?" My eyes had changed from blue to a nearly glowing green. "Ugh... Side affect of not having an injection for a few days," I said, "Must have hit something in the storage area and knocked me out," I pulled out a siringe and injected myself. I also noticed the new-comer looking at me, possibly shocked at my appearance. "Will your eyes go back to normal?" asked CJ. "Maybe," I said, "Never happened before..." I turned back around to face the new-comer again. This time I noticed a bandage across his arm and chest. "What happened?" I asked CJ. CJ looked, then just mummbled "No human can beat these mutants"

The storyline seems, almost identical, to a game one of my friends (he can't use RMXP very good) wanted to make. I'd love to help. I'll do the eventing, 'cause I'm very talented when it comes to that department. Do we need to send you a demo of anything we've made to prove what we can do, or are we instantly in? Also, Are you going to PM us a demo to work upon with what I need to event into it?

Thanks.

No problem :D . I could tell; we've had fake birthday cakes, terrorism threats and attempted murder... What's next? OverlordMao is too busy playing my game Hope Afloat :D . Nah, just kidding; but he has helped test the last 4 versions. Thanks again, OverlordMao.

Thanks guys.

Thats good... On the East continent we'll see how you live 10 of 'em :D .

Thanks for telling me that, OverlordMao. Fixed it.

They'll take it as a murder attempt because my dad is a diabetic so they might think you are sending them to him.

Thanks you guys. I'll would that cake but then the government will take it as a terrorism threat :D .

Thanks, you guys.