Thought I would maybe post the game in its basic story format since the game itself went kablooey. I dunno maybe after the sonic project I'll start it up again if I can get a spriter to help me.
Anyway...
Part One.
Friday, 11 March 2011, 06:00
"It's the End of the World As We Know It" begins blaring in your ears. You look over to see your ipod alarm clock blasting music beside your head. You reach over to hit the snooze button and then stop, holding your hand above the button. You let the song continue to play, and then stand up and get out of bed.
You stand in front of the mirror and take a look at yourself. You are a young woman, only 16 years of age, and it's time to get up and get ready for school.
You admire your youthful body in the mirror, doing a quick twirl in your bra and panties and smiling to yourself. You toss your blonde hair over your shoulder and admire your firm, fit body with a smile.
You head over to the closet to get ready for the day.
You pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. The t-shirt has, emblazoned across the front, the statement "Hardcore bitch". Generally people don't fuck with you when you go running.
You pull on your running shoes and creep down the stairs, careful not to wake your parents, who won't wake up for another half hour.
You step out the front door of your home and look up and down the street. There is a light mist on the street, and there are not many cars out yet.
You take off down the street, passing by a few homes before turning left and heading down a path towards the woods.
The gravel quickly ends, and you are now on a dirty path through the woods near your home. Generally the only people you see on this path are other runners, but at this time in the morning they are infrequent. You listen to the sound of your feet slapping against the hard-packed earth as the mist begins to burn off around you.
The trail joins another path a few hundred meters ahead, and you look to the left down another path and see a man who is walking slowly down the path, his head hanging low. He seems to catch sight of you, or catch your scent somehow, and his head raises to look at you. He begins to jog towards you as you travel down the path.
As the man follows you, you begin to pick up speed. His gait is unusual, but as you move faster he begins to do so as well. As you run faster he picks up speed as well and he begins to close on you. You look over your shoulder and see there is saliva pouring from his mouth onto his shirt as he follows. What the fuck.
You come across a fork in the path as you are running.
You turn right, back towards the town, and take off back towards town at a dead sprint. The man behinds you lets out a shattering groan, "Mraahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and begins to follow you at full speed. He is sprinting after you, but he is running wildly, arms flailing, with spit pouring out of his mouth as he follows.
You feel your legs burning as you run, but you don't hold up. He continues to gain on you, and your heart is pounding as you see the edge of the woods up ahead. He is within twenty meters of you now as you break out of the path and onto the pavement of the road.
You see that the roads are clear. There still seems to be no one around to help you.
You run up to the first house to your front, the man still chasing. The house is small, and only a single story. You begin pounding on the door and screaming, "Someone let me in! Someone help me!"
You look over your shoulder and see the man is almost upon you. You turn and brace yourself against the door as he nears you. Suddenly the door opens and you fall back into the house.
You look up to see a middle-aged man looking down at you, stunned, as you fall into his entranceway. Before the middle-aged man can react, the man who is was chasing you has launched through the doorway and onto the other man.
The other man screams as your pursuer begins scratching, clawing and biting at him.
You launch to your feet as you see your pursuer beginning to bite into the neck of the middle-aged man. There is absolute terror in his eyes as blood begins to spray from an opened artery. He pleads to you, "Help me," but you turn and run back out the door.
As you run back towards your house, your breath short, you can hear the man's screams behind you, echoing through the streets.
You begin to see lights turning on along the street as other people hear the screams. Another man walks out of his front door with a shotgun in his hands while wearing his robe, looking up and down the street.
You run up to the man standing there in the robe, sweat pouring down your body.
"Sir, sir, there is an attack going on down the street. A man chased me out of the woods and is attacking someone in his home just over there," you yell as you pant, pointing down the street.
The man looks at you. "Alright, little lady. I'm going to go take care of it... you run home and lock the door, alright?"
You look up at him. He doesn't look gallant, or special, or courageous, but he looks determined.
You nod to the man and take off for home again, leaving the man to fend for himself. He begins walking towards the home of the middle-aged man who so foolishly opened his door to help you.
You make it another half block towards your house and are only a few doors away when you hear a shot behind you. You look over your shoulder to see the man firing his shotgun at two figures; you can't make out who they are from this far.
One of the figures falls to the ground, but the other one leaps onto the man in his robe and wrestles him to the ground.
You continue running all the way up your steps and to the front door of your home. You burst through the front door and shouting at the top of your lungs for your family to come downstairs and get ready to defend the house.
Finally your father appears at the top of the stairs and looks down at you. "What the fuck is going on?" he asks you.
"Someone chased me through the woods and then attacked this man who tried to help me and then I ran away and then I asked this other man for help and then he shot at them but then he's dead soon and..."
"What are you talking about?" your father cuts you off. He rushes down the stairs in just a pair of shorts and looks at you. He sees the fear in your eyes and then calls up to your mother and brother. "Get down here! We have a real problem!"
He goes to grab the phone and you can see him beginning to dial 911.
You lock the front door and then run to the back door and lock that as well as your father phones the police. He begins shouting into the phone as soon as he gets through, screaming at them that his daughter has been attacked by some maniac in the woods.
After the doors are locked you run into the front room with your father. Your mother and brother have also arrived downstairs. Your father is still on the phone. He briefly covers the handset and says, "They are on their way. They have heard reports of gunshots in the area and they are sending a number of cars."
You nod to him. You hear more gunshots outside and you run to the front window. You pull aside the blinds and see one of your neighbours standing in front of his house firing a handgun at three or four people who are running towards him at full speed. The rounds seem to barely slow them, and within moments they are on him, tearing and biting at him.
Your brother, standing beside you, screams. You quickly move to cover his mouth to muffle the noise.
"Dad, we need to go get the guns now! Let's go!" He looks at you, looks out the window, and then drops the phone and rushes towards the garage. He opens the garage door and you and the rest of the family follow him into the garage. He's not an avid hunter or survivalist, but he does have a few weapons at least.
He grabs two shotguns from his gun rack and a hunting rifle and puts them on the table. He grabs boxes of shotgun shells, both slugs and buckshot, and throws them on the table beside the weapons.
You grab the rifle from the table. Your father and brother each grab one of the shotguns. Your dad may not be a great hunter, but he has a pretty reasonable weapon... Swiss Arms Black Special. A bit overkill in most hunting situations, but should be useful when facing... whatever it is you are facing. You begin loading magazines with the loose ammunition from the boxes.
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To Be Continued
