Sheesh...due to my um....recent "grades", I have henceforth been grounded TOTALLY from the computer. That means updates will be sparse until my parents feel that I am doing better. The only times I can get on and type are for homework, at school on these crappy macs (like right now), or when my parents ain't home. Sorry. Peace.

I'll have a "chat" with them...
Write them on paper 'til you get access.

Well, get it together so you can keep the story going.

Tusev, Hastve, report to the bridge, double time! The buzzing voice gave most of the crew a jump, since the last message had not been for at least 2 hours. The crew was beginning to get jumpy. Rumors were abound that Dreamland was going to be their next destination.

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Hasvte reporting! Hasvte snapped a salute, and awaited the captain to say at ease. However, the captain stayed where he was, and said no such thing. Hasvte kept his salute, figuring the captain would say at ease when Tusev arrived. Upon this thought, Tusev, out of breath and sweaty, appeared next to him, and snapped a tired salute.

Tusev, reporting! Hasvte waited for the captain to say at ease. The captain turned towards them both, but looked at Tusev.

At ease, Tusev. Tusev lowered his arm, but Hasvte kept his up. The captain took no notice of Hasvtes salute.

In about The captain checked his watch. 1 hour, we will be sending you all on another mission. The rumors are true, and Dreamland is the next location. A relayed message was given to us from the Chicago, and it was not good. Apparently, a new kind of creature had escaped. It is now roaming the facility, killing everyone. Your mission objectives are as follows Hasvtes arm began to tire, and the muscles began to twitch a little bit.

Get into Dreamland and establish contact with any survivors. Then, gather intel on any tests they may have run, including results of any of those tests. And be very carefulzombies are not the only thing roaming about the facilityafter the accident, auxiliary power nodes shut down, and holding cells were deactivated or destroyed. There are other things in Dreamland The captain looked out of the bridge viewport with a longing gaze, and let a labored sigh escape from his throat.

Are you men familiar with the Callisto Effect? By now, Hasvtes arm could take it no more. He let it fall to his side.

The Callisto Effect is a rather radical evolutionary theory, in which mother nature feels compelled to screw around with some unlucky species. In this theory, there is an intermediate form between evolutions. This intermediate form harbors traits from both life forms, but mixes them rather than let one have dominance. This leads to a radically mutated form of life, one that is built for killing. This is also involved with the extinction of the dinosaurs. Every few million years or so, a dominant life form emerges and populates the earth. The Callisto Effect is natures way of keeping the life form in check. Using random evolutionary combinations, it creates a killing machine, and it proceeds to wipe out the dominant species. In doing so however, it seals its own fate. The theory is that an unknown species wiped out the dinosaurs.

Umsirwhat does this have to do with Dreamland?

Nothing at all, Hasvteby they wayI hope your arm is still saluting Hasvte snapped back to his previous position.

My own theory is that the Callisto Effect is happening now. It all seems to fit togetherhowever, there is one discrepancythese creatures arent grossly mutated. But, thinkwe have been the dominant species for, what? A few hundred thousand years? Then, just suddenly, this hoard of creatures pops up and begins rampaging. I don't think this is a work of a virusbut rather, a work of god. A heavy, uncomfortable silence filled the room.


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This is Alpha Team 6! Were currently holed up in Sector 2! We have multiple contacts approaching our location! Requesting backup! In the scorching hot Nevada desert, a furious battle waged between man and beast. Creatures, zombies, aliens, everything was loose inside of Area 51.

Negative, Alpha 6! We are currently under attack, and we have men down! The quickest we can get to you is in about 5 minutes!---Shit! A burst of gunfire erupted from the other end of the communication line, then went dead.

Alpha 4? Alpha 4?! Godammit! The commander threw the walkie against a wall, then brought his weapon to bear on the dented door, the door with so many indentations in it, the door with dozens of creatures just waiting to kill something.

Open fire marines! Shoot through that door! A barrage of 5.56 ammunition left the weapons barrels, and hundreds of barking guns drowned out any other sound. The recoil of the gun made the commanders teeth rattle. Then, all too quick, the banging on the door stopped. The commander peered through a bullet hole in the door. No movement of blockage of light. Was it over so quickly?
Reeds! Check the hallway.

Sir! A fellow marine stood from his kneeling position, gun still drawn, and rushed outside of the door. He checked both sides, and saw nothing.

Clea--- Before he could finish, however, a blurred form tackled him from the right side, pinning him to the ground and ripping into him with horrible ferocity. It was no zombie, but rather just a simple killing machine. One that was not of earth.

Reeds! Christ! Lightem up! No sooner than the commander had finished his order, a dozen more of the creatures bolted in, and slaughtered the remaining marines, until the commander was the last one left, and the strange, murderous things had their attention on him.

Our father, whom art in heaven He could not finish his prayer. One of the things fell on top of him, and he felt a curious scratching sensation at the base of his neck. Then, a spike of white-hot pain stabbed into his head, leaving only blackness and thoughtlessness behind it.

Snuck onto the pc have we? It's cool as always, keep it up!

Um...haiz. I haven't be posting here because I've been working on stories for fanfiction.net. I also have been doing poems for fictionpress.net. I really don't know when the next update shall be. perhaps when hell freezes over?...

could you post more your story is pretty good

Go, go, go! Cmon, double time! Your mother moves faster than this! Armed and armored, lines of marines poured out of every helicopter. Orders were being shouted, jokes were being said, and pictures were kept close to each person. A helicopter let loose a high pitched whistle, and the hoard of soldiers fell silent. Three men stood in the dust as the helicopters took off. Every pair of eyes was trained on the three figures. One of them lifted a megaphone to his mouth.

We are your commanding officers! Kason, Hasvte, and Hallerton! If one of us says anything, you pay full attention! We say a glass of water, you say how tall! We say jump, and you say---"

How high! A chorus of shouts answered, finishing the sentence and conveying understanding. Hasvte smiled inwardly.

Damn right! Squad leaders, step forward! A single line of soldiers dissolved from the crowd, and stood at attention. Hasvte gave them orders and instructions, and they broke away again, organizing the unruly group into eight teams of twenty. Each group was fully prepared for any kind of encounter. The Franchi Spas 12 was equipped to five men in each group. OICW rifles were issued to ten marines, and the remaining five were outfitted with three SR25SD sniper rifles, and two SSG3000 sniper rifles. Each group was, in essence, a single entity, moving like an unstoppable tank. The squad leaders each had an OICW and tactical charges for clearing paths. Every single marine, however, was issued a small syringe with a lethal dose of Pentothal. The syringe was loaded with about six thousand milligrams, enough to kill someone within twenty seconds. It was an emergency failsafe, in case someone wanted a more peaceful method of death.

Alright marines! Semper Fi---

And to the victor, the spoils!


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Soo here. Im at the insertion with my team. At the other end of the facility, three helicopters touched down. Out of each one dropped heavily armed figures, each of them wearing the same hazard suits that the marines donned. But each of them carried an assault rifle, one used widely by foreign police and terrorists worldwide. It was the Kalashnikov.

And even more duanting was the face that each suit of armor had a flag on its shoulder. No stars and stripes.

It was a menacing sight. Two blue stripes cut acorss the top and bottom edge. In between was nothing but red. Inside of that red section, a white circle with a red star. It was Korean.

North Korean.

Three more choppers arrived, dumping their load of armed soldiers. The only thing different about this shipment, was the flag on their shoulder. It was the golden hammer and sickle.

The choppers left, and on the ground stood two allies of radically different regimes.

Arkadiy here. Soo and I are in. The man, now called Arkadiy, spoke into his walkie talkie. His tone was harsh and cold.

North Korea and the former Soviet Union. Supposedly broken up, but obviously, there were still some die-hard believers.

Excellent. Soo has control of the operation, Ark. Dont forget that.

Im well aware.

Good. Soo! The asain woman grabbed the walkie from her ally, and brought it her lips.

Im here.

Repeat to me your objectives.

Uncover irrefutable evidence of nuclear dumping, weapons production, testing, and other forbidden technologies.

Good! And what is the purpose of this operation?!

To discredit the U.S. government, seeding doubt inside the majority of the American population

And?

To open up security holes for a surprise invasion.

*a month later* dammit you in a coma or sometin man you got a good story but you gotta finish it in a better way