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The alarms blared like I imagined they would sooner or later, but for some reason it still scared me to hear them screaming with such a high-pitched sound. I looked outside the window, which made me uneasy as the swarm broke past the first line of defense and scrambled toward the first line of soldiers. After a few minutes of nonstop shooting the air became thick with the tormented screams of the men and women who served this country in its hay days screams as their flesh was ripped from their bones, every agonizing second of which leading up to them becoming one of the swarm that did it to them. On the lower floors everyone was already gone. It didn't take the alarms to tell them that it was almost over. I was the only one who occupied this building for the last week or so. It was supposed to be evacuated, but my research was a secret and I couldn't have some general knowing what secrets I held before I decided they were ready.
The swarm ripped down the chain linked fence without trouble now that they had more on their side. They wouldn't bother with me if I didn't want them too, but I looked back at what was left to pack up. Just useless parts, things that had exploded in my face and that I didn't want to bother with. I smiled lightly, taking my experiment in my hands, slipping my forearm into it and stepping toward the window facing the rest of the compound. I picked up a chair using my techno-kinesis, which I had mastered through only so many hours of constant trial and error. Without any effort I threw it across the window, shattering it into a million pieces. The swarm was barely concerned with it when only barriers away were about a hundred injured and unprepared living beings. They didn't care, that is, until I slit my wrist.
The lifeblood of me boiled to the surface, stopping the swarm in their tracks. It was amazing to see that reaction that massive to a trickling stream of liquid.
"What are you doing?!" My radio suddenly buzzed to life. I looked back at it, picking it up and staring at the red light. As the swarm suddenly screamed toward me, I couldn't help but feel a rush I hadn't felt since I had arrived. I was alive again. The radio screamed with the chatter of the soldiers who knew me, the panic of the scientist who needed me to help them. But I wasn't going to die, not now, at least.
I pocketed the radio, taking my leave and running up several flights of stairs to the roof. It would take a few minutes for the swarm to make it up the stairs and empty the grounds beneath me. I needed the lot to be empty before anything could work for me.
"Just watch," I whispered as the radio blared with yells about trying not to be a hero came through from several people. I took it in my hand, holding the button. "JUST WATCH!" I screamed, slamming the door behind me. I barred the door with a crowbar I had planted just in case this had happened on the roof. I was always going to do this, zombies or no zombies. If this experiment failed I was the one that was going to go down with it. "Look at the roof." I said into the radio.
"We're not going to watch you commit suicide," the general shouted loudly. I could see him breaking through the crowd of soldiers who had come out to defend the base; their gazes had turned skyward toward me. "What the ******** did you do to make them turn around like that?!"
I laughed as he asked that. "If you watch I'll tell you," I said. My heart was pounding, my hands shaking. I heard their screams at the door, pounding at it with all their might. I stepped up to the ledge. I put the radio to my lips. "If you watch I'll give you a secret."
The door behind me gave a little. I turned toward it, holding up my bleeding arm. The wound had already started to heal, but there was a path of fresh blood coming toward me. I smiled.
The door gave way.
I fell backwards.
I shot once on the side of the building, turning mid air toward the lot, painted with a special mixture I had worked to perfect. I shot again at it. Within those seconds I fell, I gained so much speed, wonderful speed. Moments later I was flying through the air, past the ground, above the gates of defense and toward the central building. I heard the general say a ring of curses, some I didn't know existed before I came to a hard stop, my footing giving way and making tumble into a group of awestruck soldiers. I felt my body shaking, twitching, my lips trembling and thirsting for more, but I couldn't have anymore, not now. I sat up as quickly as I could; laughing and hitting a button in my pocket. The building shuttered, then fell.
"What the shitting ********?" The general grabbed my upper arm forcing me up. I looked at him, my crazed face staring back at me. "What the hell was that?!"
I smiled, looking down at my arm. "Oh, nothing," I said, looking up at him, holding up the weapon. "Just a Portal Gun."
- by Cerberus0.4 |
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- | Submitted on 11/09/2011 |
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- Title: Weapon of Choice
- Artist: Cerberus0.4
- Description: A character my friend made for me who has the ability to control technology with her mind and uses that to bring weapons she's seen from movies and video games to life. She has fun with this, expecially sence the Zombie Appocolypse happened.
- Date: 11/09/2011
- Tags: weapon choice
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