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X1 - Prologue - Suicide
"We're losing him." Said one of the doctors. "Breathe, damn you!" Yelled another, trying to get the dying child's lungs to work. Up in the observation room, two men stood watching. "His fourth suicide attempt this week. Why won't he stop trying to die!?" asked the larger of the two. He wasn't fat. But he wasn't muscled. Just big. In fact, he was around eight feet tall. They were both wearing black suits and blue ties. "I believe the phsycologist said it was because he never had parents." said the other man, who was the assistant to the first. "What? That can't be right. I never knew my parents. I spent my entire childhood in an orphanage! And look at me now! Look how I turned out!" replied the first man.
"Max-" the first man interrupted the second man's reply "You shall address me as 'Sir'. If you must address me by name, I remind you it is NOT MAX!" "Sir..." the second man continued, used to being treated this way. "You were never artificialy generated. You have normal human features.
NOT A Zombie
He was drunk off his ass as usual.
He didn't really care at all.
But he knew something... something hiding in the back of his memory, was telling him to help the screaming Takeo.
"What de feck?" Nikolai aksed in his drunken Russian accent. "What happened to thet guy? Drink... not enough Vodka?" He mumbled, refusing to let himself realise that too much vodka isn't good for you. "I stab him in his heart, but he isn't bleeding enough to be dead." answered Takeo. "Vat ze..." said Richtofen, crouching beside the dying man's body. "Hmm... very interesting. He..." Richtofen stopped, noticing the swastika on the man's uniform. "So... Takeo?" he asked. "Vat exactly, err, provoked you to kill him?" Takeo was starting to feel nervous, even Nikolai could see it on his face."
"Yeah. De guys... de... de army guys. They said not to kill anyone unless necessary." added Nikolai. "But this was necessary! HE attack ME! He even bit me!" Takeo yelled in protest. "HOLY SHIT!!" Yelled Dempsey, seeing the bit
Not Dead Yet
He was face-to-face with a man who might be suffering from a new disease.
He was being attacked by a man with gray skin, glowing yellow eyes, and a smell of death.
He was sure he was going to die.
"Dishonourable beast!" Takeo screamed. "I will strike you down with a single blow!" This man, smelling of death, wearing a Nazi uniform over his decaying, gray flesh, was slow, he could barely stand, nevermind walk. But he had bitten Takeo. There was a large, bloody gash on his arm. He had almost immediatley felt sick when he was bitten. He didn't see it coming. The man stumbled up behind him, and just bit him.
"RAAAAAAAAAGHHAAAAAAAAARAAAAAAA!" The Nazi screamed at him. By the look on his face, Takeo could tell he was hungry. He knew that this man was also very sick, so he concluded the Nazi wanted to eat him. "Tonight, you dine, in HELL!" Takeo yelled, pulling out his Katana. The random bite on the arm had caused him to fall over, where he had then rolled over onto his back, screaming at the
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