Well, if any of you remember, I partially wrote an old story called "Insurrection of Shadows". Now, I never finished, or hell, even properly started it. I asked for it to be garbaged because I didn't feel comfortable to post it at the time. But now, for those who were wondering, I'm posting all writing material I wrote after the story was garbaged. I hope some of the people in the story get to see what I wrote for them. Character profiles come first:


Name : Known as "Security Corporate". Has no real name.

Disposition- Calm and controlled, but will explode with rage when provoked.

Occupation- A "clean-up" squad member working for an corporation known as Cybercon.

Specialty- Scouting, Submachine guns

Background- Grew up somewhere in Jersey. Was pushed around by people one too many times, anger was pent up. Excelled in school classes, but became a professional killer for the CIA. Successfully completing many missions, a letter came in the mail one day that contained a proposition. But that’s not all…


Name : Keyes

Disposition- Calm, controlled, but will not hesitate to use force to keep the peace.

Occupation- Vigilante

Specialty- Rifles

Background- After being the only survivor of a drive-by as he was driving back from a party with a car full of friends, he decided that he would, single-handedly, put a stop to the crime in the city. He works as a private investigator most of the time, but sometimes he will go out of his way to intervene in criminal activity (drug-deals, muggings, etc).


Name : John Akan (Mic)

Disposition- Dark and controlled, having fun in fights.

Occupation- F.B.I. Special agent

Specialty- Dual Wielding

Background- Working in the FBI for ten years now, John is a highly trained and experienced agent. No family, no friends. Only the mission. Was sent in Minerva to investigate strange, brutal crimes, apparently committed by animals...


Name : Blaze Chace

Disposition- A little too carefree. Very trigger happy.

Occupation- Police Officer

Specialty- Handguns

Background- Profile is missing…


Name : Only known as 'Jester'

Disposition- Seems almost too unconcerned with the constant death surrounding him.

Occupation- Private Investigator

Specialty- Psychic

Background- His contacts and clients call him only by 'Jester'. He has been a private eye for two years now, only working on small cases such as spying on husbands and wives to determine if they are cheating or not. Despite being a relative rookie, he is still known for his superb, nearly spotless record.


Name : Andy Syria (Equalizer)

Disposition- Relaxed, "Do it now" attitude when angry.

Occupation- Cross Agent/Scientist

Specialty- Blood examination / Shotguns

Background- Born in New York and raised by his father, as his mother died during childbirth, Andy Syria has always wanted to know what his mother was like. When Andy was 15, his father died in a car accident. His father was a former FBI agent, who apparently had strong ties. A subordinate took Andy in and taught him how to handle a firearm. Syria then started to work for the Feds, eventually getting a near crippling injury in the field. He still works for them, but as a Scientist.


Death united them. Death will divide them.

Now on to what I wrote for the actual story. Please keep in mnid these are just fragments that are in no specific order. They are just random bits of the story I wrote out. It's up to you to figure out who they belong to. The only thing that doesn't belong to anyone is the Prologue. Anyways, here it is:


Prologue

Dr. Straffings looked out the side opening of a black unlabeled helicopter, holding tightly to the suitcase he carried as the vehicle picked up speed. When it finally slowed to a steady pace, he opened the metal case with much caution. In it contained three vials filled with a clear liquid. He stared at them intently, smiling, not because of it’s potential, but because of the large sum of money he was about to receive. As he was about to close the case, the chopper veered to the right, which caused one of the vials to fall out.

“Shit.”

“What just happened?”, asked a worried associate sitting next to Straffings.

“We lost one of the samples.”, the doctor replied pointedly.

The other researcher quickly produced a tiny cell phone and dialed his superiors.

“Sir, we may have a problem.”

Meanwhile…

A water line laid open in the sun, with chunks of concrete scattered around it. The last of the construction workers put up a “No entry” tape around the site, then left while the next shift came in. Unbeknownst to all of them a small glass vial smashed into the ground dangerously close to the water line. The transparent liquid flowed through the hole, leaking into the pipe...


Mind's Eye

Flashes of light. A whisk of brown hair. A deep voice. Difficult to make out. Forgotten memories. I can’t recall anything. Only in dreams. Dreams that flicker in and out. Dreams of a girl. Dreams of a woman. Dreams of melancholy and bliss all thrown in a glass and stirred. Dreams that leave me wistful. Dreams…

Her face, her hair. Some things I can’t forget. The cute, long braided pigtails. Her refined, yet simple white face shown a mixture of the races. To anyone, she was common place. But in my vision, she was divine. She lay in my arms, as we cuddled close. A warmth derived out of pure affection. It provided protection against the brisk winds. And as the shield was formed it was simultaneously shattered.

A shot rang out. The loud, horrid pop that scraped away the only sanity I was able to achieve. It took her away from me. I sat there, stunned, blood coating my hands. I looked at the body before me. In a final breath, her life ceased. Broken, I screamed in rage and agony.


Reality violently awoken me. Drenched in cold sweat, I got up. My facial expression was comparable to scared boy’s. I scanned my room, finding nothing. A constant throbbing tormented my head; damn migraines. Nothing a few rounds of hard liquor couldn’t cure. But even then, it only nullified the edge. Aspirins’ just as ineffective. Not even those damn shrinks at Cybercon could do a thing. Figures. Nobody has gotten passed the dark void that is my mentality.

Every night, something keeps trying to make me remember, but as much as I wanted to, I stubbornly ignored it.

“Get out of there.” I said, while patting my pistol on my head.


The past is one of man’s worst enemies.


Private Eye

Minerva seems safe, but you can be surprised with what happens in the darker reaches of the city. The police force at the time, although competent, were not large enough to handle everything. They weren’t able to stop the slaughter of my friends. Personal vendettas such as these are the kind that must be justified on your own terms. Just thinking about it boils my insides. What’s passed is past. Up until now I haven’t found the murdering bastards. Forget about it Keyes, forget it.

I slammed my fist on my desk, looking up at my co-worker’s inquisitive stare.

“It was nothing Jester, get back to your paperwork”, I said reassuringly.

“You should get some sleep Keyes, you’ve been up since yesterday.”

“I’m fine, just need some coffee is all.”


Survival

Another one of the infected shuffled towards me. No use wasting ammo. Taking out my combat knife, I drove the knife square in it’s forehead, downing it instantly. I was thankful I had my gasmask on, or the smell of the place would be very repulsing. The “zombies” were everywhere. Corpses lay strewn along the streets; cars were either smashed or burning. Minerva was in utter chaos.

A small group of zombies rounded a corner, no need in dispatching them. The slow undead were easy enough, it’s the runners you have to be worried about. Delta squad wasn’t so lucky; they’re chopper landed right in a “runner zone”. And damn, can those fuckers sprint. I’ve lost contact with the other squads; they are probably dead. Infinitum cannot hope to clean this mess up with a few extermination squads.

Days later:

Wandering around this godforsaken city with infected freaks trying to tear you apart gets to you. I’ve found absolutely no survivors, or any other corporate soldier. I’m completely out of rations, and best of all, I only have one clip left for my MP5. I feel nothing now, my only objective now is to get out of here. If I happen to stumble onto anyone, Infinitum can screw itself. Company helps in this situation-

…whimpering. I heard what sounded like a woman. She’s nearby. It was in a furniture store. The noise attracted attention of some runners. Not good at all. The shrieking bodies located the person before I did. Then I spotted movement; she was in a large dresser. I dashed into the building right after the infected. They were about to smash the girl’s hiding place to bits, but I leaped over a table and unloaded my MP5. The 9mm bullets tore through the zombies easily at point blank range. Gore splattered the nearby furniture. With the runners killed, I investigated the large dresser.

“Is someone in there?” I asked urgently.

“Help me.” Came the weak reply.

“Hold on, I’m just going to get this dresser open alright?”

I slipped out my knife and pried out the doors. In it contained a fair-skinned teenage girl probably around 16. She was covering her face with her hands, her brown pigtails tangled behind her head. Removing her hands, her countenance held a terrified look. I stared dumbstruck at the sight of her.

“I know your face.” I whispered numbly. I recognized her, but where?

I snapped back into reality and quickly checked her condition. She only had a few cuts and bruises; that’s when I noticed a bloodied large wad of gauze wrapped around her lower arm. I gestured for her to let me see her arm. She hesitantly complied, still shaken from the near-death incident. I slowly opened the gauze, revealing a deep flesh wound. It was a damn bite. I was horrified.

“Shit.” I muttered.

“You’re not gonna kill me right?” She said on the brink of crying.

“No, don’t worry, you’ll be fine-

“Liar! I saw what your fucking ’friends’ did to everyone who was still alive!” She wailed while weakly punching me.

“Wait damn it, I’m only trying to help!.” I was able to hold her arms together. “Just calm the fuck down, I’m not here to eliminate anyone!”

She finally broke down and cried. I felt guilty in spite of myself. Not knowing what else to do, I attempted to comfort her. I put my arms around the teen girl and cradled her almost like a person would a baby.

“Its alright, everything’s going to be fine.”, was all I could say.

Even though I saved her from getting eaten alive, she was doomed. The infection from the bite will turn her into one of them.

“No its not, I’ll turn into a mindless creature like the rest…”

Everything seemed hopeless, until an idea flashed my head. Reaching into my personal med-kit, I pulled out a syringe. Infinitum handed one to each member of the clean-up crew. It was an antidote, to be used in case you were bitten. I only had enough to cure once, but she only mattered. For some reason, I felt the dire need to protect her at all costs. It wasn’t just instinct either.

“What’s that?” She asked, tears still in her eyes.

“Its an anti-virus, used to stop the growth of the infection inside you. Hold out your bitten arm.”

I took out a small alcohol wipe and cleaned a spot on her wrist. I then inserted the thin needle in one of her veins. Her body shuddered a little then she suddenly gave out. At first I thought the worst, but then she was still breathing. The highly concentrated medicine must have put her out. I slung my now empty MP5 on back, and heaved her over my shoulders. Holding her on with my left arm, I un-holstered my sidearm with my right. I was heading to certain death, but I swore to myself I’ll get her out first.


Transportation

A police car came careening down the downtown streets, plowing through the infected and debris alike. The officer on the wheel seemingly drove recklessly.

THWACK!

“Fuck yeah, got me another one!”

“May I ask what in the fuck are you doing?” The Fed, John Akan, sitting next to me asked incredulously.

“Plowing us a way out of here!” I snapped back.

“Blaze damn it, just use the radio and see if someone can tell us a route.” He said, with his voice slightly raised now, but still controlled.

“The radio don’t work, now shut the fuck up! I’m trying to pinpoint our location!”

“What? Since when did you get a GPS?”

“You just don’t know when to shut up do you?!. At least be grateful I‘m actually doing something here!”

“Hey! Watch out for tha-”

I just had to rush things. John put so much pressure on me I crashed the car into a slab of debris. I climbed out of the wreckage, and so did the Fed, albeit at a much faster pace. The vehicle was completely totaled. Great, now we’ll have to walk. The situation is pretty funny if you think about it.

“Great navigating captain asswipe.” John exclaimed, putting his hands up in disbelief.

I just had to laugh. It was so god damn hilarious, I almost fell over.

“Are you insane? Here you are laughing like a maniac, while the undead are lurking around eating people.”

“Oh, now look whose insane. The undead? HAH!”

“You know what? If you want to be a prick fine, it makes no difference to me. I’ll get out with or without you.”

With that remark, he starting walking in the same direction we were driving.

“John, you might want to look behind you.”

“Now what are you talking abo… oh dear God.”

A large hoard of zombies faced us. It took a long while for them to react. They’re all probably sneering at our stupidity. Well, we’re screwed.

“Hey John, do you remember that UK zombie movie where they avoided the zombies by acting like one?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you think it’ll work now?”

“After what we just did, hell no. We should probably start running right about now.”

“Great idea!”

The Fed and I then dashed away, with hundreds of the infected at our heels.


Well that's all of I have officially, there's one more excerpt I could put, it's supposed to be a flashback for my character, but I'll only post it after I get some comments on this stuff first.

This post has been edited by Ari on May 23, 2007 09:15 pm

lol shawn of the dead...nice

I appreciate the comments guys, but I need someone that can give me input on the other parts of the story. I mean come on, I have one Shaun of the Dead joke and suddenly everyone is all over that one part.

lol sorry i really like it it's not hard to read and dosent drag stuff out i like it.. .there that help