DEATH

   Blue. All I see is an aurora of blue blurs. I feel nothing. All I hear is the beating of my own heart. I hear a humming noise ringing in my ear. A heavenly noise, it is. I see myself lying down. In my attempt to get up, I feel a sharp cutting slithering up my spinal cord.

   I wake up, and what I see is more frightening that anything I could imagine.

   I see myself laying down on a hospital bed. My leg looks like that of bloodied, ground hamburger meat. And there are what looks to be two paramedics on both sides of me. I scream a blood curdling scream that could be heard from across the universe. My hearing is a bit blurry, but I think one of them said "Quick! Get the anesthetics!"

   "Wha? Whaz goin' oh?" I mumble. I get no answer. Another doctor comes up with a needle. I grab his arm.

   I surprisingly strong grip, considering I broke his wrist when I grabbed the arm.  I then grabbed the needle and injected it into him.  He fell over, blood gushing put his mouth. The other two  doctors run off. I look out a window to see how tall the building I'm in is. It's uh...um...too damn high. So I crawl around the building to see what I can find. I find a doctor's suit and a gas mask. I don't think people here care much about fashion, so I put it on.

   The same two doctors run up to me. "Doktor!" he says, "Das Thema ist entkommen! Wissen Sie, wo er ist?" Jesus fuck. Of course they just happened to be German. I know some German, but considering I was just hospitalized, I can't remember too much of it.

   "Weiner schnitzel," I reply. They looked surprised.

   "Tötet ihn!"he cried, "Töte es mit Feuer!" I had no idea what that meant, but from the looks of the gun he was pointing at me, it didn't look good. So I did what I did before, snapped his wrist. But I missed and got him in the neck. I then grabbed the gun.

   "Auf Wiedersehen," I quip, "...you shit bag." I then blew both of their heads sky high.

   I go through the building trying to find my way out, then I came across a couple of files. They were the names of test subjects, including mine. I read through more of them, and I found out that there was a man by the name of Mortimar Khan that was reanimating bodies for research. Not for world domination or anything, but to see if he could find a successful way to reanimate his dead parents. And I was one of his subjects.

   I felt a bit guilty. But then I remembered how dysfunctional I was back there and question his work. Then I heard a groan. And it wasn't from my stomach. Then there were more groans, and each one louder than the last. I found out that they were failed test subjects. I didn't know which was scarier: that I was surrounded by zombies, or that I could've been one of those ugly motherfuckers. I just grabbed a bunch of files and ran off. I didn't have the time or ammo.

   I managed to get outside. While I was running out of the building, I scavenged some ammo, so I was able to kill some baddies. I continued to read the files. It turns out he grew up during an economic slump, so he didn't have much. But he did have a love for science. He had a very interesting life. I read on. But I stopped after finding out this one piece of information: We supposedly were both fighting in World War 2. And he kidnapped and tortured me.

   That was it.

   Now I had a goal: to stop Mortimar's plans and to kill that bastard. But first, I needed some gear...