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///Text log 2

Injury Report

Airport Supply Run

Mission status: complete

Personnel injured: 7 Fatalities: 0

Doctor Ludwing's Note: My predictions were correct. The team was late to return due to complications with the mission. This was partially my fault, as I did recommend a route in which I suspected there to be complications. While I was sure they could handle something that trivial, it seemed a small amount of injuries were sustained. Seven of them were injured! I am very pleased with this as I will have more time with them to "treat" their wounds.

Gabriel: Possibly the most severe injury. Several lacerations and cuts along the arms and chest. After an hour of studying this, he was given three bandaids and a bottle of whiskey and sent on his way.

Sika: Received a dislocated shoulder at some point, although she was rather defensive about it. She did mention losing senses in her hand, very interesting. She was told to lay down for a while, given a few shots of Vodka from Krakowski’s cooler, and told to come back in a week for a check-up.

Taro: Nothing other than a cut or two, although there was a large bruise on the side of her head. I neglected to say anything as I wish to observe it and take notes on the wound. It is odd. (More to come later.)

Chris: No wounds sustained from the mission, however there is an update on the cut he sustained three weeks ago. He is not aware but the infection had progressed to what I believe is sepsis. It is remarkable how he has been able to function so well with it. (More to come later.)

Michael: There were scratch marks on his back. I am unsure whether he was attacked or something else of happened of which I have yet to learn. I would like to study him further.

Ashley: Received a fractured ankle in what she explains was an escape attempt, although it seems older than that. She was given a painkiller and told to come back later so I could give her a splint. Thomas: The wounds sustained were not relevant to this diagnosis. It seems my "emergency" kidney surgery has left his midsection in pain. It seems I may have removed more than I planned in my drunken state that night. I checked storage and also found what looks like a section of his liver. I gave him a shot of whiskey and scheduled an appointment for next week to put it back where it belongs. In conclusion, I declare today an official success! A follow-up report will come soon. End report. 

-Ludwing

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Resident Evil Sentence Starters

“Yeah, you might want to clean up a little bit first.”

“I could kiss you, you bitch!”

“I shot her five times. How was she still standing?”

“You're gonna be alright!”

“I was beginning to worry.”

“I don't want to be one of those things. Walking around without a soul.”

“Your boyfriend's a real asshole.”

“It brings the dead back to life?”

“That homicidal bitch killed my team.”

“All the people that were working here are dead.”

“Well, that isn't stopping them from walking around.”

“Bitch wouldn't open the door, so I had to fry her.”

“She bit me, man. She took a chunk clean outta me.”

“One of your group has been infected. I require her life for the code.”

“Unknown, even to its own employees, its massive profits are generated by military technology, genetic experimentation, and viral weaponry.”

“You're going to have to work for your meal.”

“I'm missing you already.”

“I want her quarantined - close observation and a full series of blood tests. Let's see if she's infected.”

“Implore away!”

“Please, I wouldn't wanna shoot you. I might need the bullets. Back off!”

“Just one bite, one scratch from these creatures is sufficient. And then, you become one of them.”

“What the fuck was that?”

“I'm not sure I want to remember what went on down here.”

“She was right. We are gonna die down here.”

“You’re all going to die down here.”

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/// Video log 3

The screen comes to life and three figures are seen, the main trio of Gabriel, Sika, and Taro. They are talking amongst themselves until they see the flashing light that indicates the feed is live. They all smile and wave.

G: “So, we finally have some exciting news. We received a transmission recently from outside of the hotel. It's encoded, and we haven’t quite cracked it yet, but it seems like a fairly simple code. No pinpoint on the origin, but it's off the continent for sure.”

S: “This is the first we’ve heard someone over the radio since we got it working-”

T: “And it just had to be in code!”

The share a laugh, but are interrupted by sudden static over their walkie-talkies.

C: “Top dogs, it’s Chris. We got a new bunch of passers coming in, but I don't trust them. Shady looking bunch.”

Taro picks up her walkie-talkie and smiles.

T: “Come on, Chris, don’t ruin our fun! We’re just now telling our good listeners the news about God.”

G & S, simultaneously: “Who?”

Taro laughs.

T: “The guy from the transmission. I nicknamed him God ‘cause he's all mysterious and creepy. Plus he sounded Russian, which is what I always imagined god to sound like.”

G: “Are you drunk again?”

T: “I promised to be sober long enough to report this, but that’s it.”

S: “Fair enough. As we were saying, the transmi-”

Suddenly, gunfire erupts from somewhere below them and voices can be heard. The camera shakes and a small cloud of dust can be seen falling from the ceiling. All three look around in confusion before Sika snatches her radio and starts shouting.

S: “What the hell just happened? Chris, Mikey, someone report.”

There is static for a moment before a cracked voice comes over the walkie-talkie. The dust has stopped falling but faint shouting can still be heard.

C: “Survivors...river clan...attac-”

His voice cuts out and Sika curses. Gabriel and Taro stand up at the same time, one of them knocking the camera over and dropping a walkie-talkie on the floor. The camera falls on its side as the trio rushes out of the room. There is more gunfire in the background before a mix of voices can be heard over the radio.

C: “They’ve made it past the bar and are in the workshops.”

S: “Evacuate the trade center and housing floors, get them up to the command center. Block off the staircases and triple security wherever you can get it. Gabriel dropped his radio but he’s with me. Taro, where the fuck did you go?”

T: “I’m covering the ex floors. If they want to take us down, that’s where they’ll hit.”

G: “How’d you get down there so fast?”

T, nonchalantly: “Took the elevator shaft.”

G: “How the h...Okay, sure. Just don’t let them get past the barriers. I’m heading to the trade center.”

T: “No shit sherl-”

Her voice is cut off by a volley of gunfire and the sounds of an explosion. The camera shakes and smoke can be seen coming through the vents with more dust falling. There is a moment of silence before a crack appears along the side of the wall.

S: “Somebody better tell me what’s happening!”

Unknown: “They’ve blown a hole where the doors for the trade center were. They’re trying to get to the ex floors. Christ, I think Gabriel was caught in the blast. I lost sight of him.”

T: “Sika, I can keep them away from the housing centers, but you’re not gonna like how I do it.”

S: “You, find Gabriel and get out of there. Security, get your asses moving. Taro, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, don’t you fucking dare.”

T: “Right, about that…”

Several more gunshots ring out, closer now to the camera. The ear-splitting sound of metal screeching across metal overtakes the microphone, followed by the haunting and horrible noises of exes.

S: “Taro, no! God dammit, please!”

Sika’s voice is pleading, borderline begging. The beginning of a scream is heard but is cut off by a large explosion firing in the hotel. The camera is covered in rubble and the screen flicks to black.

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///Video log 2

The screen flickers to life, and three figures come into view. Taro on the left side of the screen, a single bandaid on her cheek. Sika is in the middle, her left arm in a sling. Gabriel on the right, scattered cuts across his arms and face with a pilot hat on his head. Sika speaks first.

S: “This is the Rusty Salvation with an update from the airport run.”

Taro waves excitedly, and Gabriel just smiles.

S: “Sorry for the delay, but we were up all night categorizing everything we managed to scavenge and adding the airport to our maps system. There were no casualties thankfully, just a few minor injuries. We intend to go back once everyone is healed up. The ex population there was a lot heavier than we anticipated, so there was a change in plans about a third of the way through, the reason we only got about half of what we were going for.”

Gabriel passes Sika a slip of paper.

S: “Total, it looks like we got a few pretty good pieces of sheet metal, a few bags of electronics, plus some blankets, cloth from the seats, some food, and…”

Sika looks closer at the paper, then between Gabriel and Taro, who are both smiling widely. She sighs.

S: “And a bobble head figure and the pilot's chair.”

T: “We couldn’t help it! He saw the hat and had to have it, and then saw the chair. I just had to help him.”

Taro puts her hands up in mock surrender, making both her and Gabriel laugh. Sika cracks a smile.

G: “Despite our fun grabs, we only managed to scrap a small portion of the plane before we had to bail. There's quite a bit more there just waiting to be salvaged. We barely took off a wing and we have enough to rebuild our entire arsenal.”

S: “Now that we know what we’re facing, we’re already planning for the next run. It’ll probably be a few weeks, but we’re taking twice the crew and twice the weapons.”

T, quietly: “Those bastards won’t try us when they see what we’re packin’.”

Sika and Gabriel both shoot her a harsh glance. She looks back at them and shrugs.

S: “Anyways, I think that’s all for now. The doctor has me on leave until I can feel my fingers again, so I’m headed to the command center to finish the maps system. This is the Rusty Salvation Hotel, signing off.”

Taro waves frantically and Gabriel tips his hat. Sika smiles and reaches for the camera. The screen goes black.

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///Audio log 3

The camera turns on and an unfamiliar face appears. He has shaggy blonde hair well past his shoulders. He waves once.

C: "Hey everyone, I'm Chris. I serve under Taro in security. She told me to report what's been happening around here while she's on guard, so I guess...here I am. Apparently, the local rival clans have chosen us as their next target, again mind you, as several bodies were spotted south of the hotel. It looks like only one clan, but they seem determined, as one of my scouts has reported that they’ve set up camp on the outskirts of the hotel’s boundaries, and more on the edge of the city. There are no signs of them getting too close as of yet, but one of our scavengers, also coming from the south, barely escaped with her life because of them. The apocalypse does some bad things to some people, I mean Christ, she was just a kid."

He balls his hands into fists with anger but takes a breath before stretching his fingers.

"Anyways, the clan seems to have only a few guns and several melee weapons-nothing heavy enough to blow through the new security wall from the plane's panels. A few bodies have seen circling the hotel as well, but, as previously stated, staying at the outskirts. They might be trying to find flaws in the security systems and use that to their advantage, so it’s a good thing our airport run was a success.

As of now, they don’t pose a major threat to the safety of the hotel. I advise that we keep from sending any more scavengers down south until they’ve cleared out, to minimize the risk of losing lives and supplies. I’ll run it past Taro to send a few extra men to guard the weakest entry points until security can be beefed up and set up an extra rotation at the southern entry to monitor their activity. That should hopefully be enough for now until we can make another airport run."

He rubs the back of his neck and shrugs.

"I should probably get going, I think I've got night watch of the ex floors. I always hate doing that, but hey, somebody has to. Night y'all."

He reaches towards and camera and it clicks to a black screen.

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/// Text Log 1

A few days ago, we had a minor security breach on the first floor. We managed to barricade the floor before any real damage was done, but it was an eye-opener to the flaws in our security systems. Gabriel suggested we scavenge the airport, a place we’ve never touched before. We didn’t see any use in spending time or resources to get there, but that was because we were considering just the inside. Now, we’re aiming for only the planes. Get in, take the aluminum and electronics systems, get out. It’s our riskiest run yet, but if it’s a success, I can only imagine what we’d be able to rig up with those materials. The meeting just concluded, and the vote was almost unanimous. We’re going through with it. Taro is getting the gear together right now, and Gabriel is taking names for who’s running. I’ll give an update when we return. Sika, signing off.

Update: That could have gone better. There were a few injuries, but no casualties. We got about half of what we were going for, but now we have an idea of what we want and where it is. We’ll give a full report tomorrow. I think I dislocated my shoulder. Sika, signing off.