For a big hunk of metal, Silver seemed to be changed from what I remembered. He was becoming more concerned of me, more understanding of feeling. Of course, this was within weeks of work, it wasn’t that we were always fighting you know, some days were just boring and silent, nothing would ever come our way (remember, were in a waste land). Whatever the case, Silver was becoming stronger not physically, but mentally, he was becoming…almost human rather than machine.
Of course, this is just speculation towards me; I cannot really say how or why he was acting so kind and caring. I never considered it as a trap, but maybe it was the crystal that he absorbed, maybe something within that little object actually gave him a bigger conscious. Not that…I don’t like it, in fact I enjoy him like this, he seems more animated, more understanding and he seems to…be happier. Still, being happy isn’t really what we want to feel, not until whatever that…thing…Silvers creators had mentioned was still about and going to restart the world for its own gains; and we still didn’t have a chance of actually finding it since we had no idea…were it was.
Through our travels, we checked many sources Silver seemed to sniff out. Scavenger Raiders were the best and only stable source of knowledge, but trying to take them prisoner without killing them isn’t easy. Raiders rarely liked being taken prisoner, and some that do tend to kill themselves before they can be questioned…zealous bunch; yet Silver seemed to have a plan of his own. Silver decided that the only way to truly capture some raiders were to take them by surprise, of course, this in itself was difficult since Raiders tended to move randomly and a majority of them (aside from the few who built bases in old villages) were a nomadic civilization in massive convoys of people and equipment.
To catch one such convoy is to be really lucky, or just really stupid, sometimes Raiders would come across any old ruins and strip it clean (hence the Scavenger name), surprisingly they were the only real active population of beings, at least from what we knew, and it served as a testament about how powerful our civilization could be and how adaptive they were; but that is not important now. What is the plan Silver had; Silver had been able to acquire a anti-material rifle. This weapon would lead the ambush by taking out the lead vehicle. For most convoys of Raiders, an armoured vehicle led the convoy, protecting the front from any hostile, and the drivers and gunners were quite skilled and well represented for this task of leading the vulnerable transports behind it. Several other smaller vehicles would escort around the sides, but that lead one is the key target. Once disable, the convoy would be stopped, but only for a short time before another vehicle takes the lead. During that time, it’s up to me to go in and cause a ruckus as Silver continues to provide sniper cover for me.
The convoy came as planned, several vehicles, painted dark yellow and black to mix in with the land around it, with a retrofitted truck armed with various heavy weapons about it leading three other transports, with two more armoured trucks of varying styles behind it. Around them, a pair of trikes with light guns mounted atop skidded about along making sure no one would flank them. A normal setup of such a convoy…all neat and tidy, that was until the first vehicle lurched and its front end exploded in a rupturing mix of gas and an explosive sniper shell. The convoy quickly wheeled to a stop, the lead convoy actually rear-ending the armoured truck that now lay burning. The next to go was one of the trikes, it exploded, flying upwards a few feet before crashing down in the same spot. The second quickly began to drive around, almost like a panicked animal, until it too was silenced. Now it was my turn; and I take no time rushing in.
If there was ever a time to question the situation, id say this would count. The moment I stormed into the convoy, there was little fire being returned…had we been that thorough in taking out the defenders? Surely scavengers were far more resilient and even deceptive than this. The moment I stepped closed to their transport I was expecting a fresh squad to just jump out from the back and let lose at me, but none came, in fact, the only real guns were probably on all the armoured vehicles, but this again didn’t seem like Scavenger tactics; those crazy lunatics would put gunmen on any vehicle they had just to make sure their “loot” was secure. This however seemed much different, there were few defenders, and looking at how many armoured escorts there were, it began to seem less and less like a Scavenger unit. I notion Silver to approach, some of the wrecks still smouldered around as he slowly lumbered towards the rear convoy truck. I stood there, arms crossed “I don’t know about you” I began “but something tells me this isn’t a Scavenger transport” Silver looked around for a moment then nodded “I had a feeling myself after the first armoured truck was disabled, and little fire was coordinated back upon me” he turns to the convoy “I…think we may have a hoax” he muttered as he slowly eases to the door and with a strong tug, opens the back.
For that moment we both had no real idea what to feel like, at first, we thought this was a Scavengers convoy, but…as we opened the door and saw refugees, it was…us who had become the scavengers. I felt sick to my stomach; these people…these people were innocents, refugees escaping the horrors probably, not a single one had a gun. Apparently, this was not uncommon. Convoys carrying refugees or supplies for some of the few standing settlements often employed the same methods as Scavenger teams to avoid being attacked by them. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, its all about luck and how crafty you can be. This convoy was one of them, and now, it seemed that it wouldn’t be able to get anywhere else now with such damage done to it. As Silver and I contemplated this, there was a click sound as pair of guns cocked and readied behind us.
“Raise them high you bastards!” came a sharp female voice as both me and Silver rose our hands, slowly turning we were able to catch a slight glimpse of our captors, but the females sharp words prevented us from turning
“Keep your eyes on what you nearly killed!” she seemed to sneer “Those people could have died if you idiots weren’t careful” Whoever this girl was, she was obviously not happy. Silver seemed soft spoken as he motioned to me “only two…move quickly”
As soon as Silver gave the signal, both of us whirled around. Quickly I went at the assailant at me, it was hard to tell but it seemed he was holding a rifle of sorts; I took no time in grabbing it and pushing against him. He was strong, by the looks of it he was wearing pretty heavy armour, and the only parts I could tell from what he was were a pair of bat wings. I growled, pushing harder until I heard a yelp and floored him, the gun pinning his chest down as I growl “Stay still!” I mutter
Silver on the other hand, turned to face the female, but she was ready for him, her gun went at his head and quickly they seemed to stalemate. While I pinned the other, the female, who was an orange/brown mix kitsune with black tips on her many tails, had a pistol to Silvers head as Silver had a clawed fist to her chest. They both had at one another’s points and either one could kill the other. As I looked at her, as well as Silver, I could see her tail, and her right leg was robotic. The machine parts were rather sleek, but not as sophisticated as what Silver and myself were bearing.
“So…what heartless contraption are you?” she asked glaring at Silver
“That’s none of your concern” he mutters back “we were here to capture Raiders…disguising your refugee convoy as such was at your own risk, not mine”
I couldn’t help but sigh; Silver…you still needed work. The kitsune on the other hand didn’t take it lightly; she slammed the gun right up in front of the wolves face.
“Bastard, don’t act like your all proper! You don’t know what we have to go through!” she seemed to be really serious about it all
“No I may not, but I do know what it is to lose something, so do not bother” He lowers his arm “it seems however we have mistake, and we will now part”
“Part!? And leave us to die!”
Silver turns to me, ushering me to leave as I slowly heave off the male. But as we leave, the kitsune growls
“Hey, don’t think you can just do this and leave!”
Silver doesn’t answer, simply moving forward as I tail behind
“Cowards, Bastards, I should skin you and boil you down for parts!”
“Do you think it was wise to leave them be?” I asked as me and Silver stopped after leaving the view of the convoy behind. The wolf took a seat, studying his paw from the quick bout he had with the kitsune “She was strong…I’m sure she could handle it” I wasn’t sharing the same optimism as Silver, that convoy suffered because of our mistake
“I still say we should help them, and I know you feel the same, we did mangle them.”
“And they chose to look like Raiders, what could we have done?” Silver barked back. I felt a pang of anger towards Silver
“That’s…that’s terrible! How can you be so cold?” I demanded, stamping my foot, the wolf seemed to glare at me
“Do not question what I feel, this is how things are, we must survive and complete what has been given to us, whatever we run into, be it mutant, person, or anything of the sort is secondary to us”
I couldn’t recall why I did what I did next, I walked up and smacked the wolf across the face
“You’re still the same old cold hearted Jerk!” I shout “has nothing I told you in those days of wander meant anything?” I tear up, I felt defeated yet again that he still wasn’t understanding the emotional level of everything he has done. I want to leave him, to just give up, but each time I try, I’m swoon back to him, I have come too far with him.
“Nat…” he sighs “You’re right…I’m sorry but that’s just…how I am.” His ears perk and he quickly turns about
“What is it?” I ask
“Scavengers…”
The convoy was easy pickings…and despite Silvers original words, it was a surprise to see him gather himself and rush back to the convoy. As we moved towards the fight under the sound of gunfire, I questioned why he had the sudden change of heart. I felt a bit relived, but also concerned, if Silver was going to help the convoy should there be an attack, then why act like he wouldn’t? Its something I found to bug me, and it’s not like it didn’t happen before. He…always seemed to have change of heart when a situation made it possible for that. I cannot say if its bad or good…maybe its some…form of emotion growing, and he just acts tough to make sure people respect or fear him, whatever the case, we came to the convoy as a small Scavenger team, 12 guys and 2 trucks, surrounded the convoy.
From the vantage point we had before, we could see the two surviving trucks had been rolled into the road and the only armoured unit in front, but they hadn’t gotten far before the real Scavengers picked up their scent and decided upon them like ravenous beasts. As we arrived, we saw that 4 of them had been killed; the kitsune and bat were holding quite well atop the armoured truck, but only two guns against 10, it wasn’t going to be easy.
“Nat” Silver muttered as I looked at him “Go down there and assist them, ill pick them off from here” he says raising a rifle and firing, already killing one as it hid behind some rubble. Many of the attacking Scavengers were using the derelicts as cover, most armed with assault rifles and one or two with squad automatic weapons and light machine guns. Still, the fight was quickly going to turn to the defenders as I approached. The first Scavenger to die was the first one I latterly fell into. I never saw a actual Scavenger up close, they wore dusty cloth atop armour pieces, and their hoods covered most of their masked face, leaving a red eye piece visible, or sometimes most of their faceless re-breathers. They wore armour plates on their chest, shoulders, arms, and ankles, as well covered by makeshift cloaks with short bottoms. They fought ferociously, as soon as I came down on one, I found him quite capable of defending himself even though I was clearly doing serious injury. At one point I gouged him across the chest, yet he kept on fighting, for the most part, more fiercely than before. I nearly lost it until Silver shot him in the head for me. I was able to see Vix not to far from where I entered, she was…majestic, to say the least. She was moving this way and that, only with a pistol and a few grenades, and taking down Scavengers whenever they popped up, or at least cutting it close to them. I was awe struck for a moment until Silvers voice crackled in the com.
“Never underestimate them…there are a lot of things we don’t know about Scavengers, all we do, is they are very tough” Silver noted as I shake my head to get out of the clouds.
“Well Duh!” I replied, somewhat understanding what he meant before he needed to say it. Too keep a story short, we were able to defeat all the Scavengers, and salvage both working trucks they drove in.
“Well…you’re the last people I was expecting to haul our butts from the fire” The kitsune muttered as we approached one another after the Scavengers had been destroyed
“Call it an emotional hunch” Silver replied
“He means he felt bad” I added, with Silver giving a silent look
“Well that’s mighty fine of him, and frankly, I could care less what that tin can thinks” the kitsune muttered
“Do you have a problem with robots?” Silver remarked
“Yeah…I do, its robots always end up causing problems”
Again I felt the heated ager between these two. Silver however, not one to let it brood, decided to ease the conversation
“I will…go on patrol, make sure we killed them all” he mutters as he leaves me alone with the kitsune
“I’m Natalia…and that’s Silver” I say “least we can do is tell you who we are”
“That robot has a name?” the kitsune remarked, receiving a bit of a scowl from me “well, I’m Vixica, but call me Vix, and that other gunman is Mike…” she paused pointing at the bat atop the truck, he waved back as he turned about to watch the horizon “you know…don’t tell that big dope of a robot, but I’m glad you came, if it was you or the Scavengers, I’d definitely take the former.”
I smirked; Vix seemed like an okay person, behind the cold exterior. Still, the robotics puzzled me, though not as sophisticated, the fact she was quite active and able to manage so well with them was impressive, most augmentations left a person sore or kept them down, but she…well…cant say much really, but seeing her fight those Scavengers was something else.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Silver and Natalia - Mentor
Part two of "Silver and Natalia"
Enjoy
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For several long hours we remained motionless outside the boundaries of our home…or what once was. We had left so quickly during the attack we never were able to see just what damage had been done, and from what we saw now, it was rather awful to witness. The once proud structure that stood high above all in this silent wasteland was nothing more than shattered glass, steel and concrete litter around a dusty landscape. It wasn’t very concerning for me…but Silver, something about this was rather hard for him. He just stood at the gate, staring at the ruin. I have to admit I don’t know him very well even after the past months we have traveled together, but seeing him standing there, something told me he lost more than just a home.
“Are…you alright?” I ask, taking the courage to ask, he looked at me for a moment, then back to the ruin
“It’s hard to simply forget what is lost, especially when it’s important to you” he replied almost monotone
“What do you mean?” I replied
“To you, this may have just been a home, but for me, there was more than just board that I am upset to lose” he pauses “People…people who I cared for were lost, innocent lives that need not have died by that incident” Silver seemed to clench his fist a bit “People that had a life to live, children that have yet to even understand what the world was they were born into…all…cast into darkness like a breath to a flame” he sighs, looking down. I really can’t say much towards him, I feel hurt for even asking. All I could do was stay by his side, which I did, hoping to comfort him.
We went into the ruin by Silver wish; he seemed intent on looking through what was left of that once proud building for any clues to what he could find out to why it happened. We know the Super Zombie was responsible, but when he died, and that metal piece seemed to “jump” from his body, more questions seemed to arise; what was that, why was it inside him, and was it controlling him? The last question was what we both believed to be the only real answer, when a piece of metal jumps from a corpse and slithers away like a snake, something is up. I figured something bigger was going on, and Silver did too, it was probably why he wanted to scouted the ruins, maybe clues could be uncovered as to what, or who, was really responsible.
Despite the damage above, Silver seemed to be rather giddy. He began to dig deep into the main floor of the building. The zombies and mutants had destroyed everything above…but as Silver soon showed, they had not destroyed everything below. Silver motioned to me that there were a few facilities under the main structure. These were meant for special projects such as himself, and with how much protection and secrecy they had, the crazed beast would never have found it. At first, I didn’t believe him, built after he tossed aside a few heaps of steel, there was a door, laid flat on the ground with a key pad that still seemed to glow with power. For a few seconds I looked in awe at the door…I never even knew it was there and even under the rubble I doubt the zombies or mutants would have seen it. The wolf tapped in a code and the door slowly hissed open, exposing a long, darkening staircase below ground.
There are many secrets in the world, many kept hidden from prying eyes. Those of great important that should never be learnt by those who do not need it. As Silver escorted me down these stairs, I couldn’t help but feel that this was a secret I was being granted passage to see. Its not often you get to see what is always below your feet, secrets kept underground tend to be quite important, I remember as my master told me, beneath the ground lies a world of secrecy and discovery, and this was probably what he meant.
When you first see something like this, an underground facility and all that, no matter how simplistic, it always gives a sense of awe when you walk inside. This facility wasn’t anything fancy, a long hallway with several rooms lining both sides with one large door at the end. As the robot escorted me down the stairs, we continued till we reached that door. He turned to me “What you will see…is something few get to” he muttered as he tapped a code into a hidden panel. The door opened with a hiss, steam swept past us as I felt a sudden chill run across my shoulders. Something…something no one was to ever see was in there, that feeling just rippled down my spine but it seems that Silver wished for me to see it. As we proceeded, we found weapons of unique and interesting designs, as well as many computers, most glowing dimly for who knows how long. As we walked to the end of the room, there was a large pedestal and atop it, a rather small crystal with a dull gray color. For awhile it was quite mesmerizing to look at, a faint little jewel so rearly seen, it was captivating, and I nearly took it, until Silver swatted my hand aside
“Do not touch” he whispers, not forcefully, but concerning “there is a dangerous power within, and with one touch shall release it” he says as he walks over, tapping a few buttons nearby as a screen next to the pedestal suddenly comes to life.
“Silver…” came a voice from a static filled screen “if….you are playing this message, then the wheels of fate are turning, we are no longer present in your time, and the world as we know it will soon cease to be as is. Yet this was meant to come, to reset the world to what it once was.”
“Reset the world?” I repeat as I watch Silver studying the screen, the way he seemed to be looking at it was…confusing. There was nothing there, but, it was like he saw something I missed. I felt envious, wanting to know what he was seeing.
“The creature that wishes to do this was…one of our older creations. It seems living beings as destroyers, creatures that wish nothing more than to rip this world asunder, and thus…sees it fit that the world can do without us.” It pauses for a moment “It will be trying to work its way to destroying opposite that may wish to stop it, but…we succeeded in keeping you from its grasp. Your…work is to stop it, the world does need to be reset, but the way it should be, not by means of this creature”
A small chip suddenly extended from the screen “This disk…holds everything you will need to know, and with luck…you have recruited the Wind Tiger into your ranks”
”Wind Tiger?” I repeat again as Silver seems to stare at me, was….that me?
“Silver….be warned that our creation does know of you, but to keep her from finding you, we grant you this crystal before you…it will mask you and anyone near you from being seen, as well…it shall give you the one chance to level the field against her. This crystal must be secret and kept well guarded for without it, we shall surely be destroyed”
Silver turns back to the crystal, it gleamed in the dull light that surrounded it
”Good Luck…and Good hunting” were the final words before the screen fuzzed and went blank. Silver slowly extended a hand to touch the crystal; it glowed, and then slowly attached to his paw. He looked at it, for a while he was not sure were to put it, then, surprisingly, on his left chest a small compartment open, reveling a small space designed specifically for it. As the robot studies the crystal, he slowly brings it near the alcove; the crystal shimmers then quickly inserts itself into the hovel. The robot keel’s over, I nearly scream as he does as a rough sounding growl escaped his vocal box as he goes to his knees. His body begins to shift, the blue armor becomes dark black, black as night and also expands in size. I can’t help but worry, I don’t wish to see Silver like this, but the pain, and he seems to be in so much pain. I want to rush over, to hug him and hold him…but…but I can’t. As I continue to watch, I can see Silvers once thin, lithe robot body morph and change by the crystal and began to pound on more armor to the body. He became bulkier on the chest, but still seemed to retain the elegance in his original look. After almost a full minute, Silver raises himself again. His eyes glowed deep gray as his black armor shimmers against the faint light. I stare in awe…his body looks…so well formed for a robot…I find myself blushing as I eye him up and down.
“We are ready…” he mutters as he turns to the door. His back had two large ports, each empty. That however changed; whatever the crystal had done, Silver knew exactly how it made his suit work. As he leaves the room, I really couldn’t find the words to say about what had just happened, I felt…so shocked at what happened. He turns to me, pointing to the Armory “Gather what you wish” he said “but pack light”.
Dumbfounded….I can’t really explain how I feel, Silver changed into this new…robot and he seems to not care about how much pain it took, or how I felt worried he might…might have been killed or something. I feel rather insulted, surely he must have noticed, but…I can’t continue, he keeps staring at me, wanting me to take what I want. I slowly walk into the main hall then into the Armory.
Weapons…if we haven’t seen enough out there, surely there was plenty more in here. The walls were lined with various weapons, from guns, to missiles, to laser rifles and even emplaced weapon systems. I scan around…normally I would be giddy but….I look back at Silver….does he not feel pain…does he really not feel emotion?
Ever since we left, Silver…seemed to show no emotion, even in the dire times we traveled he just…kept going. I don’t know if he does or doesn’t or just hides it well, but…I can’t help but feel that this wolf is running himself so hard that he doesn’t care about how people see him. I turn
“Do you not care…?” I say rather bluntly, he looks cold at me
“What…about?” he asks, monotone. I growl and stamp my foot
“Shut up, you know…what I mean.” Fists clenching now…I didn’t notice but they were “you…could have died…why did you just listen to what they said!”
Silver keeps watching me, I couldn’t tell anymore what he felt, and his face…seemed to always show uncaring. I close my eyes
”You’re a jerk!” I bark and rush out.
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“You didn’t have to do that” Silver remarks as he approaches behind me, I had rushed out of the bunker and made at least several steps before falling to my face, crying into the dirt. I wept for what felt like an hour but…according to Silver, was only around 5 minutes. Again, I got angry; whipping up I lunged at him, slamming a fist on his chest
“Jerk…Jerk…JERK!” I scream in tears…heavy tears as I suddenly collapse onto his chest, weeping harder. He simply…stands there, I get even angrier…I want to slash him, destroy him…I should have done it at the start…
“Don’t…cry” he whispered
For a long moment…I stop…I look up at him
“W-what?” I asked between sniffles
“Don’t…cry…it doesn’t suit you” he repeats, still monotone, but…this time there was something behind it
“Why…why should you care, you don’t even know how I feel; you don’t know emotions you jerk”
The wolf shakes his head “I may…not know emotions as you do, but…I can still tell when someone is upset”
“So why did you act so normal right after that happened, why did you listen to your masters when that might have killed you”
He looks at me again “because…I trust they understand that I know what im getting into….my masters made me for the purpose of what they say, they never told me, but…the moment I saw that video…I knew I needed to, that is why I did it.”
”And what about me…I was…so worried” I lean closer again
“Because I know you were strong, and…seeing me weak would not have been well for you”
”WELL!?” I exclaim “Seeing you nearly keel over and see you not even notice is well for me?!”
I sigh…but…smile this time
“You have a lot to learn…dummy” I nudge him…I couldn’t explain it but…I felt a bit better, there…just seemed to be an aura around him…comforting, slightly…but it was still uplifting. Brushing away my tears I keep close as he suddenly taps my shoulder
“I got you something” he adds, handing me a pair of sleek SMG’s. My eyes light up again, I nearly forgot to raid the armory…yet…he was kind enough to do it for me
“Though you might like them” he says as I nod and turn around
“Alright…dummy…lets go…and while were at it, I got to teach you a few things about being a gentleman okay?” I demand, he simply nods and I sigh “No…you gotta say “yes ma’am...talk or something!” giggling I pull Silver along, we had much to do…and the path ahead was long enough to teach him.
Enjoy
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For several long hours we remained motionless outside the boundaries of our home…or what once was. We had left so quickly during the attack we never were able to see just what damage had been done, and from what we saw now, it was rather awful to witness. The once proud structure that stood high above all in this silent wasteland was nothing more than shattered glass, steel and concrete litter around a dusty landscape. It wasn’t very concerning for me…but Silver, something about this was rather hard for him. He just stood at the gate, staring at the ruin. I have to admit I don’t know him very well even after the past months we have traveled together, but seeing him standing there, something told me he lost more than just a home.
“Are…you alright?” I ask, taking the courage to ask, he looked at me for a moment, then back to the ruin
“It’s hard to simply forget what is lost, especially when it’s important to you” he replied almost monotone
“What do you mean?” I replied
“To you, this may have just been a home, but for me, there was more than just board that I am upset to lose” he pauses “People…people who I cared for were lost, innocent lives that need not have died by that incident” Silver seemed to clench his fist a bit “People that had a life to live, children that have yet to even understand what the world was they were born into…all…cast into darkness like a breath to a flame” he sighs, looking down. I really can’t say much towards him, I feel hurt for even asking. All I could do was stay by his side, which I did, hoping to comfort him.
We went into the ruin by Silver wish; he seemed intent on looking through what was left of that once proud building for any clues to what he could find out to why it happened. We know the Super Zombie was responsible, but when he died, and that metal piece seemed to “jump” from his body, more questions seemed to arise; what was that, why was it inside him, and was it controlling him? The last question was what we both believed to be the only real answer, when a piece of metal jumps from a corpse and slithers away like a snake, something is up. I figured something bigger was going on, and Silver did too, it was probably why he wanted to scouted the ruins, maybe clues could be uncovered as to what, or who, was really responsible.
Despite the damage above, Silver seemed to be rather giddy. He began to dig deep into the main floor of the building. The zombies and mutants had destroyed everything above…but as Silver soon showed, they had not destroyed everything below. Silver motioned to me that there were a few facilities under the main structure. These were meant for special projects such as himself, and with how much protection and secrecy they had, the crazed beast would never have found it. At first, I didn’t believe him, built after he tossed aside a few heaps of steel, there was a door, laid flat on the ground with a key pad that still seemed to glow with power. For a few seconds I looked in awe at the door…I never even knew it was there and even under the rubble I doubt the zombies or mutants would have seen it. The wolf tapped in a code and the door slowly hissed open, exposing a long, darkening staircase below ground.
There are many secrets in the world, many kept hidden from prying eyes. Those of great important that should never be learnt by those who do not need it. As Silver escorted me down these stairs, I couldn’t help but feel that this was a secret I was being granted passage to see. Its not often you get to see what is always below your feet, secrets kept underground tend to be quite important, I remember as my master told me, beneath the ground lies a world of secrecy and discovery, and this was probably what he meant.
When you first see something like this, an underground facility and all that, no matter how simplistic, it always gives a sense of awe when you walk inside. This facility wasn’t anything fancy, a long hallway with several rooms lining both sides with one large door at the end. As the robot escorted me down the stairs, we continued till we reached that door. He turned to me “What you will see…is something few get to” he muttered as he tapped a code into a hidden panel. The door opened with a hiss, steam swept past us as I felt a sudden chill run across my shoulders. Something…something no one was to ever see was in there, that feeling just rippled down my spine but it seems that Silver wished for me to see it. As we proceeded, we found weapons of unique and interesting designs, as well as many computers, most glowing dimly for who knows how long. As we walked to the end of the room, there was a large pedestal and atop it, a rather small crystal with a dull gray color. For awhile it was quite mesmerizing to look at, a faint little jewel so rearly seen, it was captivating, and I nearly took it, until Silver swatted my hand aside
“Do not touch” he whispers, not forcefully, but concerning “there is a dangerous power within, and with one touch shall release it” he says as he walks over, tapping a few buttons nearby as a screen next to the pedestal suddenly comes to life.
“Silver…” came a voice from a static filled screen “if….you are playing this message, then the wheels of fate are turning, we are no longer present in your time, and the world as we know it will soon cease to be as is. Yet this was meant to come, to reset the world to what it once was.”
“Reset the world?” I repeat as I watch Silver studying the screen, the way he seemed to be looking at it was…confusing. There was nothing there, but, it was like he saw something I missed. I felt envious, wanting to know what he was seeing.
“The creature that wishes to do this was…one of our older creations. It seems living beings as destroyers, creatures that wish nothing more than to rip this world asunder, and thus…sees it fit that the world can do without us.” It pauses for a moment “It will be trying to work its way to destroying opposite that may wish to stop it, but…we succeeded in keeping you from its grasp. Your…work is to stop it, the world does need to be reset, but the way it should be, not by means of this creature”
A small chip suddenly extended from the screen “This disk…holds everything you will need to know, and with luck…you have recruited the Wind Tiger into your ranks”
”Wind Tiger?” I repeat again as Silver seems to stare at me, was….that me?
“Silver….be warned that our creation does know of you, but to keep her from finding you, we grant you this crystal before you…it will mask you and anyone near you from being seen, as well…it shall give you the one chance to level the field against her. This crystal must be secret and kept well guarded for without it, we shall surely be destroyed”
Silver turns back to the crystal, it gleamed in the dull light that surrounded it
”Good Luck…and Good hunting” were the final words before the screen fuzzed and went blank. Silver slowly extended a hand to touch the crystal; it glowed, and then slowly attached to his paw. He looked at it, for a while he was not sure were to put it, then, surprisingly, on his left chest a small compartment open, reveling a small space designed specifically for it. As the robot studies the crystal, he slowly brings it near the alcove; the crystal shimmers then quickly inserts itself into the hovel. The robot keel’s over, I nearly scream as he does as a rough sounding growl escaped his vocal box as he goes to his knees. His body begins to shift, the blue armor becomes dark black, black as night and also expands in size. I can’t help but worry, I don’t wish to see Silver like this, but the pain, and he seems to be in so much pain. I want to rush over, to hug him and hold him…but…but I can’t. As I continue to watch, I can see Silvers once thin, lithe robot body morph and change by the crystal and began to pound on more armor to the body. He became bulkier on the chest, but still seemed to retain the elegance in his original look. After almost a full minute, Silver raises himself again. His eyes glowed deep gray as his black armor shimmers against the faint light. I stare in awe…his body looks…so well formed for a robot…I find myself blushing as I eye him up and down.
“We are ready…” he mutters as he turns to the door. His back had two large ports, each empty. That however changed; whatever the crystal had done, Silver knew exactly how it made his suit work. As he leaves the room, I really couldn’t find the words to say about what had just happened, I felt…so shocked at what happened. He turns to me, pointing to the Armory “Gather what you wish” he said “but pack light”.
Dumbfounded….I can’t really explain how I feel, Silver changed into this new…robot and he seems to not care about how much pain it took, or how I felt worried he might…might have been killed or something. I feel rather insulted, surely he must have noticed, but…I can’t continue, he keeps staring at me, wanting me to take what I want. I slowly walk into the main hall then into the Armory.
Weapons…if we haven’t seen enough out there, surely there was plenty more in here. The walls were lined with various weapons, from guns, to missiles, to laser rifles and even emplaced weapon systems. I scan around…normally I would be giddy but….I look back at Silver….does he not feel pain…does he really not feel emotion?
Ever since we left, Silver…seemed to show no emotion, even in the dire times we traveled he just…kept going. I don’t know if he does or doesn’t or just hides it well, but…I can’t help but feel that this wolf is running himself so hard that he doesn’t care about how people see him. I turn
“Do you not care…?” I say rather bluntly, he looks cold at me
“What…about?” he asks, monotone. I growl and stamp my foot
“Shut up, you know…what I mean.” Fists clenching now…I didn’t notice but they were “you…could have died…why did you just listen to what they said!”
Silver keeps watching me, I couldn’t tell anymore what he felt, and his face…seemed to always show uncaring. I close my eyes
”You’re a jerk!” I bark and rush out.
--
“You didn’t have to do that” Silver remarks as he approaches behind me, I had rushed out of the bunker and made at least several steps before falling to my face, crying into the dirt. I wept for what felt like an hour but…according to Silver, was only around 5 minutes. Again, I got angry; whipping up I lunged at him, slamming a fist on his chest
“Jerk…Jerk…JERK!” I scream in tears…heavy tears as I suddenly collapse onto his chest, weeping harder. He simply…stands there, I get even angrier…I want to slash him, destroy him…I should have done it at the start…
“Don’t…cry” he whispered
For a long moment…I stop…I look up at him
“W-what?” I asked between sniffles
“Don’t…cry…it doesn’t suit you” he repeats, still monotone, but…this time there was something behind it
“Why…why should you care, you don’t even know how I feel; you don’t know emotions you jerk”
The wolf shakes his head “I may…not know emotions as you do, but…I can still tell when someone is upset”
“So why did you act so normal right after that happened, why did you listen to your masters when that might have killed you”
He looks at me again “because…I trust they understand that I know what im getting into….my masters made me for the purpose of what they say, they never told me, but…the moment I saw that video…I knew I needed to, that is why I did it.”
”And what about me…I was…so worried” I lean closer again
“Because I know you were strong, and…seeing me weak would not have been well for you”
”WELL!?” I exclaim “Seeing you nearly keel over and see you not even notice is well for me?!”
I sigh…but…smile this time
“You have a lot to learn…dummy” I nudge him…I couldn’t explain it but…I felt a bit better, there…just seemed to be an aura around him…comforting, slightly…but it was still uplifting. Brushing away my tears I keep close as he suddenly taps my shoulder
“I got you something” he adds, handing me a pair of sleek SMG’s. My eyes light up again, I nearly forgot to raid the armory…yet…he was kind enough to do it for me
“Though you might like them” he says as I nod and turn around
“Alright…dummy…lets go…and while were at it, I got to teach you a few things about being a gentleman okay?” I demand, he simply nods and I sigh “No…you gotta say “yes ma’am...talk or something!” giggling I pull Silver along, we had much to do…and the path ahead was long enough to teach him.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Silver and Natalia - Children of the Machine
This is the series i plan to put for this site. Starring my two characters i commonly use, this is simply a "burst of the moment" story, written whenever i get an idea and as quickly as possible before the story bogs down. Most of them will be 3-4 pages, but sometimes if the story really captivates, might go higher.
Children of the Machine as a title symbolizes the creation of the two, born as "experiments" they are not of normal birth, thus created by mechanical means, but there is more to it then that as it will be said within the story.
Anyway, without further ado, here is the first part: Super Zombie
It wasn’t suppose to be like this…life, how it change for the worse these past years is beyond anyone’s knowledge, it just happened. One morning the whole world changed from what everyone knew it as to something…well…something totally unexpected. Life wasn’t an easy thing anymore, you couldn’t just walk the street to the corner store to buy milk, you had to walk with a gun…and that was scary.
Maybe it was the radiation of the wars that caused it, so many chemical and nuclear weapons had been tossed around that no one was sure what was what anymore…and to add insult an already bad situation, mutants and zombies became common gain in all those places that were struck. Or it could be the pollution; the vast amounts of fuel and burning combustion of every known substance was enough to give the sky a deep brown hue, it wasn’t even safe to walk, let alone breath now…but that’s how the world is, and that’s what people became use to.
Its hard to understand just what is my reason for being, the fact is I’m not so sure either, had no parents, had no friends, I was born a “tube” child, one of those experiments that grew kids for parents who were infertile, a rather unsettling if not disgusting process, for me, it wasn’t as a child though, I was a tool. Born as a weapon for one man who saw me in his best interest to gain some…ground…with higher officials. These officials controlled everything regulated on the planet after the collapse of humanity, the death of us all. I was suppose to be his key to get up there, I was suppose to be the one to bring him to the top, it was a shame though, that I found his true plan. He wanted me to kill them, and those officials higher up didn’t like that one bit. So…I was sent, like a dog from hell I made my way to their tower, made my way inside, and came face to face with something I never though possible.
Tin cans don’t fight well, robots and other sort of machines that move have been a hindrance with the collapse, they either didn’t work, or just failed to even do their job if they did, but this guy….he worked, and did well. A giant, black/blue armored robot in the shape of a wolf came to the party backing everything but the kitchen sink. I nearly lost it there, he may not have been fast, but he could take and give more punishment than I could give out. Sure enough, I couldn’t move after he finished with me.
The creator was killed instead, their robot did the job, but something…something inside him kept me alive, and I never understood what, robots were mindless, but this one had that sense of understanding, he actually took me as his “possession”. Possessions during this time were rare, you owned whatever you had on you or in your hands, nothing was ever a true “item of acquirement” always owned by someone else, but with my creator’s death, this robot said he “owned” me. I didn’t like that, but what could I do, I had no arms or legs, I was surprised to still be alive at all. I found myself being rebuilt soon enough, new arms, legs, fancy things that seemed to give me more speed and strength then before. I’m not one to accept gifts, but this was something I was really thankful for.
Months went on, I spent more time with this robot…named Silver, learning how to fight better, how to manage my new limbs, everything down to the fine details of maintenance. But it was soon going to come to a crashing end; zombies and mutants aren’t as dumb as people believe, when more and more begin to crowd around, they begin to get twinkles in their eyes; eating brains isn’t just for their hunger, it makes them smarter. Some zombies began using guns from dead soldiers, mutants, with their tougher bodies, became killing monsters that could rip a man in half, it was these sort of things that took down the high officials that one fateful day, and if that robot hadn’t been there for me, I surly would have been dead too.
We fled the tower as it crashed, probably blown apart by the gun crazed zombies and bezerking mutants. In the end, even the security forces inside couldn’t do much but become meat into the grinding. It was sad…almost pathetic to watch, but at the same time, a sullen fear seemed to build within the robot, which itself was unusual. A fear that something had caused those zombies to do that, that made them pursue and kill that building, was it they were guided by some bigger being? It couldn’t be just some random coincidence.
Silver told me that things in life are never just occurrences, everything, according to him, happened by a reason behind it, and this time, he figured something had caused that attack on his “home” and to destroy everything important to him; it was now personal.
He had said that he would find who did this and destroy them, and in turn, I would follow him too.
--
Living in this world is one thing, finding things to survive is a whole new game, there are no stores you can walk in for supplies, people trade, find, scavenge, kill, anything to get stuff. And finding weapons was even harder. The ones that we “acquired” from the tower before it fell were out of ammo and obsolete, we needed something more useful than pee shooters. Fortunately, when you grow up in the wastes, in less than a day you can always find something you need, Silver was a rather good robot in finding guns; we ended up rooting an armory from the collapse. Unfortunately when you find something, chances of it being what you want and in working order are less of a good chance than any. The armor had been stripped from top to bottom, guns tossed aside, bits and pieces everywhere, finding a working gun, heck one that was actually in one piece, was a trial all on its own. We didn’t leave empty handed; I found one machine pistol and Silver walked away with a light machine gun which he carried like a rifle. It may be little in the way of guns, but the ammo was enough to last us for awhile.
I must be honest here, I never actually walked this far into the world, from my creation till my relive from my creator, I was always situated within his complex, never venturing our further than the boundary wall. It was because this world was so eye opening to the one inside the complex. Silver however didn’t share the same awe, apparently he had been out of the boundary a lot longer than I have, and he had done much more and was quite fluent on many of the things to note here. Things like how to avoid mutated rats, how to build a safe camp fire without being noticed, and of course, avoiding any radiation pockets.
Fights… how I loved fights. Walking through the waste isn’t like a park, despite the dangers; the constant competition between humans, mutants, raiders and zombies is common. You wouldn’t consider this a wasteland without seeing the raiders run amok or the zombies attacking settlements. Whenever we got into a tussle, I couldn’t help but admire Silver’s skill. While I was mid range, close range fighting, he would be laying down suppressive fire at a very accurate pace. He was a long range expert, fluent in the arts of headshot and suppression; it’s almost mystical to see him move with a big gun. He told me that I was as skilled as he for mid range, using auto-pistols or sub machineguns to pummel and dance around the enemy. Wile he stuck to range, I got into the thick of it.
We spent around 4 weeks venturing across the world, we didn’t need to eat since we were mostly machine, but Silver still insisted on me doing so, maybe its because I’m still organic, maybe because he worried I needed sustenance, but I couldn’t refuse since he did so much work in preparing radiated rats…or whatever we found to become edible.
It became a game really, looking for food, either we looked for it, or something bigger looked for us, cat and mouse constantly changing. Every night this game was plaid, sometimes we were hunted out of a camping spot; other times we hunted something else out. It also gave us a chance to find better tools, each camping spot we found had some left behinds by another owner; mutual spots were common and the best means of traveling through the wastes. Soon, we were able to gather more ammo, and replaced our guns for better ones.
As we came to a larger city, we began our daily routine of scavenging; slowly searching each spot we figured would have something of value, be it for trading or use. Many things that were once consider simple pleasures were required necessities. Paper, pencils, they go for millions because writing is a slowly dying art, computers go for even more. Weapons, surprisingly, are at the bottom of the list; if you know were to look of course. People think guns and weapons purely for defending oneself, no other real reason to it, so they go fairly cheaply when there is a surplus, and after the war, there was one hell of a surplus. If it were meant to be, ammo would be the basic currency, and guns the dollar bills. Modern weapons were in plentiful supply, so many armies used them before they hit the dust that you could simply kick a few up in these massive towns and base complex’s if you have found one that was untouched.
We didn’t just find tools in the city, we also found information. Information is fare rarer than any weapon, and worth almost three times as much in the way of trading. Knowledge is power comes to mind big time here, whoever knows the most can get the furthest in this world. Its this sort of information that is needed for what we wanted to do, Silver had made a point he wanted to know who orchestrated the attack on his home, and the one man who knew all that was to be, had several dozen computers in him. His name was Deker, a robotic organization program that had been built to store data for eons and eons. Since the start of the war, he had sat here waiting, watching, and tracking each change through numerous computers, networks, satellites and communication’s sent by whoever may be speaking. He has watched humanity slowly twiddle away to nothing, from a vast super species to nothing more than rats scavenging around. From him, we learnt that there was a “super zombie” one that had become smarter then the latter zombies, and he led them with fines and skill that, to some, was beyond zombie understanding. He had orchestrated the attack…but the curious thing was, he was ordered to by someone Deker could not identify. Suffice to say, this had little concern for me or Silver, we knew the target, we knew the task, we led ourselves to it despite Dekers concern.
Finding this Zombie was now the task, with the world so barren and wasted, it wasn’t hard, but it also wasn’t easy, zombies moved in packs, and they aren’t slow or stupid either. Zombies around this one tend to be a bit smarter, clever even; they knew things and understood them. When the first zombie fired a gun at us, it was a clear sign this was not going to be an easy fight. Silver, still with rage in his eyes, didn’t hesitate to return it. By this point, both of us were armed well, Silver carried two mini-guns while I held tow with SMG’s to make sure his back wasn’t hacked. Suffice to say, we didn’t stop for anything and plowed head long into the Super Zombies base, which was an old Oil refinery.
The super zombie was nothing pretty, eons of mutation for whatever chemicals he came in contact turned this once human into a mindless, bulky, slobbering mutant. He seemed to be as tall as Silver, grappling easily with the large robot as I continued to pepper him with my guns. His skin seemed to absorb the shots, either that or they deflected right off, and his smell was terrible. That was one trick he had, I couldn’t get close because he reeked and radiated, but Silver could, and damn was I jealous how hard he pushed into the bad guy with his strength. Back and forth, slamming steel to flesh, it was gruesome; eventually Silver took the upper hand and silenced the zombie with a swift motion to the neck, jabbing a clawed hand right through the skin and out the back of the spine.
There was something odd with how easily he died, the Zombie could have taken more punishment, but it seemed too easy for him to just up and die. It was then Silver noticed something, a small gleaming metal rod in the back of his neck, it had been connected to his spine and when Silver slashed his claw, the rod seemed to snap off into his hand. The moment it made contact it turned to liquid and slid off to the floor. It laid there as a puddle for a while, both of us staring until suddenly it shifted off like a snake into one of the dark corners of the foundry.
Not wanting to waste time, Silver decided to vacate, which we did with ample speed. Yet the question of just what that thing was still lingered, maybe we would find it as we continued out travels upon this world, with no home and no future, we simply wandered as nomads through this dead place.
Children of the Machine as a title symbolizes the creation of the two, born as "experiments" they are not of normal birth, thus created by mechanical means, but there is more to it then that as it will be said within the story.
Anyway, without further ado, here is the first part: Super Zombie
It wasn’t suppose to be like this…life, how it change for the worse these past years is beyond anyone’s knowledge, it just happened. One morning the whole world changed from what everyone knew it as to something…well…something totally unexpected. Life wasn’t an easy thing anymore, you couldn’t just walk the street to the corner store to buy milk, you had to walk with a gun…and that was scary.
Maybe it was the radiation of the wars that caused it, so many chemical and nuclear weapons had been tossed around that no one was sure what was what anymore…and to add insult an already bad situation, mutants and zombies became common gain in all those places that were struck. Or it could be the pollution; the vast amounts of fuel and burning combustion of every known substance was enough to give the sky a deep brown hue, it wasn’t even safe to walk, let alone breath now…but that’s how the world is, and that’s what people became use to.
Its hard to understand just what is my reason for being, the fact is I’m not so sure either, had no parents, had no friends, I was born a “tube” child, one of those experiments that grew kids for parents who were infertile, a rather unsettling if not disgusting process, for me, it wasn’t as a child though, I was a tool. Born as a weapon for one man who saw me in his best interest to gain some…ground…with higher officials. These officials controlled everything regulated on the planet after the collapse of humanity, the death of us all. I was suppose to be his key to get up there, I was suppose to be the one to bring him to the top, it was a shame though, that I found his true plan. He wanted me to kill them, and those officials higher up didn’t like that one bit. So…I was sent, like a dog from hell I made my way to their tower, made my way inside, and came face to face with something I never though possible.
Tin cans don’t fight well, robots and other sort of machines that move have been a hindrance with the collapse, they either didn’t work, or just failed to even do their job if they did, but this guy….he worked, and did well. A giant, black/blue armored robot in the shape of a wolf came to the party backing everything but the kitchen sink. I nearly lost it there, he may not have been fast, but he could take and give more punishment than I could give out. Sure enough, I couldn’t move after he finished with me.
The creator was killed instead, their robot did the job, but something…something inside him kept me alive, and I never understood what, robots were mindless, but this one had that sense of understanding, he actually took me as his “possession”. Possessions during this time were rare, you owned whatever you had on you or in your hands, nothing was ever a true “item of acquirement” always owned by someone else, but with my creator’s death, this robot said he “owned” me. I didn’t like that, but what could I do, I had no arms or legs, I was surprised to still be alive at all. I found myself being rebuilt soon enough, new arms, legs, fancy things that seemed to give me more speed and strength then before. I’m not one to accept gifts, but this was something I was really thankful for.
Months went on, I spent more time with this robot…named Silver, learning how to fight better, how to manage my new limbs, everything down to the fine details of maintenance. But it was soon going to come to a crashing end; zombies and mutants aren’t as dumb as people believe, when more and more begin to crowd around, they begin to get twinkles in their eyes; eating brains isn’t just for their hunger, it makes them smarter. Some zombies began using guns from dead soldiers, mutants, with their tougher bodies, became killing monsters that could rip a man in half, it was these sort of things that took down the high officials that one fateful day, and if that robot hadn’t been there for me, I surly would have been dead too.
We fled the tower as it crashed, probably blown apart by the gun crazed zombies and bezerking mutants. In the end, even the security forces inside couldn’t do much but become meat into the grinding. It was sad…almost pathetic to watch, but at the same time, a sullen fear seemed to build within the robot, which itself was unusual. A fear that something had caused those zombies to do that, that made them pursue and kill that building, was it they were guided by some bigger being? It couldn’t be just some random coincidence.
Silver told me that things in life are never just occurrences, everything, according to him, happened by a reason behind it, and this time, he figured something had caused that attack on his “home” and to destroy everything important to him; it was now personal.
He had said that he would find who did this and destroy them, and in turn, I would follow him too.
--
Living in this world is one thing, finding things to survive is a whole new game, there are no stores you can walk in for supplies, people trade, find, scavenge, kill, anything to get stuff. And finding weapons was even harder. The ones that we “acquired” from the tower before it fell were out of ammo and obsolete, we needed something more useful than pee shooters. Fortunately, when you grow up in the wastes, in less than a day you can always find something you need, Silver was a rather good robot in finding guns; we ended up rooting an armory from the collapse. Unfortunately when you find something, chances of it being what you want and in working order are less of a good chance than any. The armor had been stripped from top to bottom, guns tossed aside, bits and pieces everywhere, finding a working gun, heck one that was actually in one piece, was a trial all on its own. We didn’t leave empty handed; I found one machine pistol and Silver walked away with a light machine gun which he carried like a rifle. It may be little in the way of guns, but the ammo was enough to last us for awhile.
I must be honest here, I never actually walked this far into the world, from my creation till my relive from my creator, I was always situated within his complex, never venturing our further than the boundary wall. It was because this world was so eye opening to the one inside the complex. Silver however didn’t share the same awe, apparently he had been out of the boundary a lot longer than I have, and he had done much more and was quite fluent on many of the things to note here. Things like how to avoid mutated rats, how to build a safe camp fire without being noticed, and of course, avoiding any radiation pockets.
Fights… how I loved fights. Walking through the waste isn’t like a park, despite the dangers; the constant competition between humans, mutants, raiders and zombies is common. You wouldn’t consider this a wasteland without seeing the raiders run amok or the zombies attacking settlements. Whenever we got into a tussle, I couldn’t help but admire Silver’s skill. While I was mid range, close range fighting, he would be laying down suppressive fire at a very accurate pace. He was a long range expert, fluent in the arts of headshot and suppression; it’s almost mystical to see him move with a big gun. He told me that I was as skilled as he for mid range, using auto-pistols or sub machineguns to pummel and dance around the enemy. Wile he stuck to range, I got into the thick of it.
We spent around 4 weeks venturing across the world, we didn’t need to eat since we were mostly machine, but Silver still insisted on me doing so, maybe its because I’m still organic, maybe because he worried I needed sustenance, but I couldn’t refuse since he did so much work in preparing radiated rats…or whatever we found to become edible.
It became a game really, looking for food, either we looked for it, or something bigger looked for us, cat and mouse constantly changing. Every night this game was plaid, sometimes we were hunted out of a camping spot; other times we hunted something else out. It also gave us a chance to find better tools, each camping spot we found had some left behinds by another owner; mutual spots were common and the best means of traveling through the wastes. Soon, we were able to gather more ammo, and replaced our guns for better ones.
As we came to a larger city, we began our daily routine of scavenging; slowly searching each spot we figured would have something of value, be it for trading or use. Many things that were once consider simple pleasures were required necessities. Paper, pencils, they go for millions because writing is a slowly dying art, computers go for even more. Weapons, surprisingly, are at the bottom of the list; if you know were to look of course. People think guns and weapons purely for defending oneself, no other real reason to it, so they go fairly cheaply when there is a surplus, and after the war, there was one hell of a surplus. If it were meant to be, ammo would be the basic currency, and guns the dollar bills. Modern weapons were in plentiful supply, so many armies used them before they hit the dust that you could simply kick a few up in these massive towns and base complex’s if you have found one that was untouched.
We didn’t just find tools in the city, we also found information. Information is fare rarer than any weapon, and worth almost three times as much in the way of trading. Knowledge is power comes to mind big time here, whoever knows the most can get the furthest in this world. Its this sort of information that is needed for what we wanted to do, Silver had made a point he wanted to know who orchestrated the attack on his home, and the one man who knew all that was to be, had several dozen computers in him. His name was Deker, a robotic organization program that had been built to store data for eons and eons. Since the start of the war, he had sat here waiting, watching, and tracking each change through numerous computers, networks, satellites and communication’s sent by whoever may be speaking. He has watched humanity slowly twiddle away to nothing, from a vast super species to nothing more than rats scavenging around. From him, we learnt that there was a “super zombie” one that had become smarter then the latter zombies, and he led them with fines and skill that, to some, was beyond zombie understanding. He had orchestrated the attack…but the curious thing was, he was ordered to by someone Deker could not identify. Suffice to say, this had little concern for me or Silver, we knew the target, we knew the task, we led ourselves to it despite Dekers concern.
Finding this Zombie was now the task, with the world so barren and wasted, it wasn’t hard, but it also wasn’t easy, zombies moved in packs, and they aren’t slow or stupid either. Zombies around this one tend to be a bit smarter, clever even; they knew things and understood them. When the first zombie fired a gun at us, it was a clear sign this was not going to be an easy fight. Silver, still with rage in his eyes, didn’t hesitate to return it. By this point, both of us were armed well, Silver carried two mini-guns while I held tow with SMG’s to make sure his back wasn’t hacked. Suffice to say, we didn’t stop for anything and plowed head long into the Super Zombies base, which was an old Oil refinery.
The super zombie was nothing pretty, eons of mutation for whatever chemicals he came in contact turned this once human into a mindless, bulky, slobbering mutant. He seemed to be as tall as Silver, grappling easily with the large robot as I continued to pepper him with my guns. His skin seemed to absorb the shots, either that or they deflected right off, and his smell was terrible. That was one trick he had, I couldn’t get close because he reeked and radiated, but Silver could, and damn was I jealous how hard he pushed into the bad guy with his strength. Back and forth, slamming steel to flesh, it was gruesome; eventually Silver took the upper hand and silenced the zombie with a swift motion to the neck, jabbing a clawed hand right through the skin and out the back of the spine.
There was something odd with how easily he died, the Zombie could have taken more punishment, but it seemed too easy for him to just up and die. It was then Silver noticed something, a small gleaming metal rod in the back of his neck, it had been connected to his spine and when Silver slashed his claw, the rod seemed to snap off into his hand. The moment it made contact it turned to liquid and slid off to the floor. It laid there as a puddle for a while, both of us staring until suddenly it shifted off like a snake into one of the dark corners of the foundry.
Not wanting to waste time, Silver decided to vacate, which we did with ample speed. Yet the question of just what that thing was still lingered, maybe we would find it as we continued out travels upon this world, with no home and no future, we simply wandered as nomads through this dead place.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
The Creep from Behind
I suppose your wondering what it is i have to offer to the internet, suffice to say, it isn't much. All my life I've been consider different then most people, I'm a loner, i don't do well with people, and hold close those few i do know. There is one thing i do need to say, i have potential, untapped and unused, wasting away in ways i shouldn't let.
This blog is a test for me, its a means to convey any piece of writing i may create, stories, short and long, poems, rants, arguments, ideas, anything that comes to mind no matter what state of mind i may be holding in!
This is what i have to offer, and this is what i plan to do.
Though, to show i can do this and continue till the end, ill propose this. Each week i must write at least one thing, completed and edited fully, and post it here. I must do this starting next week, until the summer break and so on till the end of the year.
This blog is a test for me, its a means to convey any piece of writing i may create, stories, short and long, poems, rants, arguments, ideas, anything that comes to mind no matter what state of mind i may be holding in!
This is what i have to offer, and this is what i plan to do.
Though, to show i can do this and continue till the end, ill propose this. Each week i must write at least one thing, completed and edited fully, and post it here. I must do this starting next week, until the summer break and so on till the end of the year.
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