Chapter 13: Doctor's Appointment
Maxwell and Benjamin, still panting from the recent skirmish, hurried away from the infirmary, where the sounds of battle had attracted a horde of zombies. They headed back towards the town, seeking refuge and recovery from their injuries. Thanks to the still-functioning turrets, which kept the undead at bay, they were able to get a moment's rest. After a quick medical assessment to make sure they were fit to go on, the pair resumed their mission: to find Dr Ned, destroy the virus samples, and get off the island.
Before going any further, Maxwell made a call to Claptrap.
("Claptrap, I need the exact coordinates of Dr Ned's house in Hallow's End. Also, how's Fast Travel?")
("Master! I was beginning to think you'd been devoured by hungry zombies! I'm sending you the coordinates now.") Claptrap's familiar voice echoed from the other side.
("As for Fast Travel, I still can't get there, I'm having some problems with stairs.")
'Typical.' Maxwell rolls his eyes.
("Find a way to get there, whatever it takes.") He ordered, before ending the call.
They knew that the road to Hollow's End would be full of zombies, but with heavy weaponry, they could take their chances. Maxwell carried Glorious Havoc and shot at anything that moved, while Benjamin kept a constant watch on his back. They made their way to Hallow's End with surprising ease, although their pulse quickened at every rare appearance of zombie variants, such as the Defilers, whose sticky goo vomit threatened to trap them in their place, and the dreaded Suicide Zombies who pursued relentlessly with their explosive barrels.
After passing through a dark, damp cave, Maxwell and Benjamin emerged at Hollow's End, even more secluded in the bowels of the island. The swampy environment welcomed them with murky water that reached up to their shins, making every step difficult in the soft mud. Voracious mosquitoes and insects buzzed incessantly, a constant reminder of the island's lesser dangers. The colossal trees stood majestic, so wide that it would take a group of fifteen people to fully embrace their imposing trunks.
*Groan*
Maxwell felt his heart freeze as he realized that something was wrong. A cold, clammy hand grabbed his leg under the murky water. He struggled, trying to free himself, but the grip was relentless. The muffled grunting intensified, and bubbles appeared on the surface of the swamp.
*BRRT*
The cold, clammy hand that gripped him lost its strength when Maxwell, in one swift movement, drew his gun and fired. The shot echoed through the swamp, and the hand crumbled to pieces, releasing its grip. Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know how many zombies he had killed, but it seemed that the system had understood his doubts and had brought him good news.
[You've reached a new milestone, 100 enemies killed!]
[Synthetic Nightmare: Kill 50/100/250 Enemies
(X) - Amped Weapons
(X) - Most Wanted List
( ) - ???]
[New System Function: Most Wanted List]
[Most Wanted List: Earn credits, Skills, or Hangar items when you or a subordinate kills a target on the list.]
[Currently wanted:
Name: Dr.Ned {Age: 41} {Sex: Male} {Height: 5'7}
Crimes: Homicide - Illegal experimentation - Bioterrorism - Poison distribution
Reward: $60c + random reward
]
"Max, are you all right?" Benjamin asks, worried by Maxwell's repeated lack of action.
"It's nothing, he didn't even scratch my shield." Awakening from his stupor, Maxwell is brought back to reality. The system's new function would be helping him get credits faster, his anticipation rising about the final reward.
"I think we're almost there, look." Benjamin pointed to a house suspended from a large tree. After passing over a bridge and facing some resistance from the former residents, they arrived at a place surrounded by high concrete walls. An iron cage rose to the top of the tree, serving as a base for the lift.
Maxwell approached the ECHO record camera, the dark lens staring at him. He pressed the button, and the device hummed to life. Dr Ned's voice sounded.
("Sweet, you mate it all the way here alive! I'll get the lift down but it'll probably take a bit to hand crank the bastard all the way to 'ya. Probably wanna shoot any of those skull munchers that traddle in.")
("We thank you, we just want to talk.")
The lift's gears began to turn, descending with a loud creak, creating a sound that reverberated through the tree. The zombies, attracted by the noise, began to swarm around the house.
"Hey, Ben, what are you waiting for? Climb these iron bars, Scorpion will deal with the zombies." Maxwell pulls Scorpion out of his second ECHO before starting to climb the lift's iron base.
"Uh!" Benjamin snapped out of his daze, turning his back on the huge horde of zombies that had emerged from a nearby cave. Fortunately, the zombies couldn't climb, which gave them a chance to defend themselves.
The Scorpion Turret fired incessantly, while Maxwell held his Glorious Havoc, ready to act when necessary. When the Tankenstein appeared, threatening to destroy the Scorpion, Benjamin held Maxwell back while he concentrated his shots, preventing the monster from launching an explosive barrel.
Finally, the lift has finished descending, and Maxwell and Benjamin jump out of the iron bars. Picking up the Scorpion, they climbed into the lift, escaping the throng of undead. The sound of the ECHO echoed, and Maxwell swore he heard a dismissive 'tsk'.
Maxwell and Benjamin waited a few seconds until they reached the top, which was strange, as going up should have taken longer than coming down. Dr Ned's tree house revealed itself: a makeshift construction, balanced on the highest branches. The air was full of the smell of aged wood and resin, a characteristic that was also present in Jakobs weapons.
"We'd better put our weapons away, we don't want to scare you." Warns Benjamin.
"Sure, whatever." Maxwell puts the Havoc away in his ECHO, but his hand pats his waist, feeling a slight relief.
Benjamin turned the door handle, revealing the interior. The room was gloomy, not because of the poor lighting, but because there were bloodstains everywhere, rubbish and mess littered the floor. There was a hospital bed in the corner, next to a medical vending machine
As they entered, they saw Dr Ned sitting in a swivel chair with his back to them. A bottle of beer rested in his hand as he muttered things to himself, loud enough for anyone to hear.
"I probably went about this all wrong way. I'm a doctor; I make people better. I just wanted everyone to be okay…" As if he had finally noticed the presence of visitors, Ned swiveled around in his chair, looking at them. "I made the zombies. I was—"
*Bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang*
"..." Benjamin stared in astonishment, alternating his gaze between Maxwell firing and Ned's body lying lifeless on the ground. A hole in his head and his torso riddled with bullets. His eyes slowly lost light with each shot he received.
"What? Don't look at me like that, you heard what he said. And you weren't that far behind me," Maxwell says when he sees Benjamin looking questioningly at him, finally realizing that he's already holding a gun too.
Ned's body began to twitch, his eyes rolling back in a frenzy. Maxwell didn't wait for the doctor to enter his second form and pulled out his Glorious Havoc, firing as soon as it had finished digesting.
*BRRRRRRRRRRRT*
Dr Ned's body doesn't give up so easily and begins to grow over the constant attacks, but eventually, his flesh begins to fail, unable to flourish beyond its fleeting form.
[Target eliminated, depositing rewards.]
[+$60c]
[The random reward was decided as a skill related to the target shot down]
[Mithridatism Constituion lv.1]
[Mithridatism Constituion: Is that sarin in my coffee?
Immune Adaptability: has a highly adaptable immune system, capable of eventually developing immunity against diseases and poisons affecting the body. The higher the level, the faster your body becomes immune to pathogens and toxins.]
'Sweet! I haven't checked my status in a while. I think my first Regeneration is just around the corner.'
_____
Name: Maxwell Williams
Regeneration: 0
[STR: 32] [END: 43] [DEX: 36] [INT: 28]
Skills: [Trigger Discipline lv.15] [Blade Mastery lv.7] [Mithridatism Constitution lv.1]
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Functions: [Hangar] [Quest Board] [Most Wanted List]
Credits: $82
_____
'Hmm, not much of an increase, but I think I'll be able to change when I get back to the Badlands.'
Benjamin massages his temples, looking at the rest of the people who might have some information about getting off the island. "Max, I hope you can swim."
"Are you sure? Maybe we'll be attacked by shark zombies hehehe." Maxwell joked, replying with a wry smile. Fortunately, Benjamin didn't seem so mad about Ned's death. "Let's search the place, I'm sure we'll find some information about the virus."
They turned the place upside down in search of any documents, books, or notes. It took some time, but they finally found something relevant.
"Hey Max, I think I found what we wanted." Benjamin's voice had returned to its characteristic calm tone.
Benjamin found a dusty diary hidden in a rotten wooden drawer. The yellowed pages revealed meticulous notes, handwritten in faded ink. The title on the first page read: "Record of Experiments."
"Read it, let's see what we can find out." Taking the bottle of beer from Ned's hand, Maxwell sat down in the chair, making himself comfortable as he took a few sips.
[Mithridatism Constituion lv.1>2]
Nodding, Benjamin's fingers turned the leather cover, his eyes roaming over the paper, while his mouth transmitted the information to Maxwell.
"Day 1. Today, I received an assignment from the Jakobs, one of whose members approached me about needing my services on Pandora, on an island that had recently started sawmill operations. I thought at first that I would just be there to take care of some unfortunate worker who ended up suffering dismemberment, but he whispered something about a virus that Jakobs had recently been researching, promising to bring immortality. Bullshit, but the pay was too good to turn down."
"Day 3. I've finally arrived on Pandora, the planet hasn't changed a bit in all these years. I wonder if my brother is still living in Fyrestone, or has finally realized that living in Pandora has no future."
"Day 5. I was introduced to my place of work, and I have nothing to complain about. It was an infirmary on the docks, near the apartment complex."
"Day 19. I was required at the General Hospital, some idiot had lost his little finger to a saw. I had to pass a beautiful beach, heading to the eastern end of the island, and passing through a natural cave. Very interesting how the water managed to do such damage to the rocks."
"Day 32. It looks like the effects of the virus are finally starting to show, which is good, it was almost contaminating the water too. Yesterday I walked the corridors of the General Hospital, observing the patients in their beds. Some were moaning in pain, others were catatonic. I don't know if this was the Jakobs' intention, but if creating a virus resistant to all conventional treatments was the idea, then they've hit the nail on the head."
"Day 40. Things went south very quickly, I thought the virus had been a failure, as the only results were mutations, cellular degeneration, and death. All a long way from the promised immortality, until, well, someone saying that a corpse had disappeared from a hospital bed, and oh boy! no one was prepared for the subsequent shit."
"Day 42. The island has fallen into pandemonium. I don't know what's going on because I've locked myself in a house built into a tree, but the screams and occasional gunshots told me everything I needed to know. Some survivors shouted at me to lower the lift, but I refused. More people meant more food and water consumption."
"Day 62. Thoughts of suicide invaded my mind, my fear of being eaten alive was greater than blowing my brains out. Fortunately, Jakobs sent his soldiers, but to my disappointment, they didn't come to my rescue. I ended up being taken 'voluntarily' to the General Hospital again, in order to create an antidote or at least an immunizing vaccine."
"Day 69. After several days without a proper night's sleep, I discovered a solution; the skags! Disgusting creatures, getting bitten by this thing would be worse than sleeping with a disease-ridden prostitute, but the funny thing was that these creatures never died of disease. I asked them to get some for me and my deductions proved correct when one of the Skags was bitten by a zombie... the zombie died of infection."
"Day 80. I managed to create my first version of the vaccine, the volunteer was called Hank Reiss. He had a funny hat, he said it was his daughter who made it."
"Day 81. I guess Hank won't have to pay alimony anymore. He turned into a bloody hell Skagman and killed the Jakobs soldiers, a good thing, I was getting annoyed with their subtle threats against me. Anyway, I'm on ladder zero again."
"Day 106. I managed to create a new vaccine, I used the data acquired with the skag samples and I used some samples collected from the zombies. There are no other survivors on the island, so the test subject will be me, wish me luck."
"Day 170. I've finally woken up from my coma, which is a good sign, it looks like my vaccine worked. I've noticed an increase in my appetite but nothing harmful, in fact, I feel much more alive and energized."
"Day 171. I'M IMMORTAL! HAHAHAAH."
Benjamin turned the last page, sighing heavily.
"The notes are finished."
"General Hospital, that's where we're going."
Chapter 14: That's a Goodbye
"We've arrived, I thought the beach would be infested after the mess we made with Tankenstein." Maxwell comments after arriving on the other side of the small cave: perhaps that's why the island was called Jakobs Cove: the caves here seemed to lead everywhere on the island.
"Be honest, Max. There was a pretty big horde back there."
"Yes, but only now have I noticed that our walking speed is faster than theirs. I can't believe we just ignored them and they mostly gave up chasing us." Maxwell looked back, a laugh escaping his lips. Of course, there were the running psychos, but they were a temporary nuisance before they were killed, there was also a group of Rakks at the entrance to the cave, but they were eliminated in the blink of an eye.
*Groan*
A lone zombie, still determined in its pursuit, announces its presence.
Maxwell, seeing the zombie almost 10 feet away, had his last two brain cells activated. Pretending to stumble dramatically and fall exaggeratedly to the ground, Maxwell stretches out his hands to Benjamin.
"Oh no, Ben! Don't leave me behind!"
"..." Benjamin rolls his eyes, Max was scared to death when he arrived on the island, but now he seemed to be enjoying himself as if he were taking a holiday.
"Ben! Go without me, I'll hold them off while you escape, goodbye my friend!"
"*Sigh* We're already here," Benjamin pointed to the silhouette of the hospital at the top of the hill, a dirt road led through a cemetery, something extraordinary, as it was the only way to the entrance of the General Hospital.
"Oh, cool." Maxwell gets up from the floor, patting his clothes to remove the sand and dust that has stuck to his uniform. His hand then goes into one of his pockets, a cold metallic gleam being reflected by the light.
*Swooosh* *Puk*
A kunai flies out and hits the remaining zombie exactly in the head.
"You really like these things, don't you?" Benjamin comments as Maxwell takes his kunai back.
"My dream is to become a space cowboy ninja."
'Well, at least he's having fun, better than being depressed, I guess.' Benjamin shakes his head with a wry smile.
Maxwell smiles, twirling his Kunai before putting it away, a habit he's picked up. "Let's keep going. The hospital is just round the corner."
They followed the dirt road, mud clinging to their boots, or they hoped it was mud. The cemetery that bordered the path was strangely silent, the old tombstones covered in moss and the dry trees swaying gently in the salty beach breeze.
Unfortunately, the peace didn't last long as sounds of moaning and dragging feet began to emerge around them, it seemed they had been found. Zombies began to emerge from their tombstones, their patients' and doctors' clothes making their identities clear. Among them, some psycho zombies were advancing at high speed, their eyes glowing with frenzied madness.
Benjamin raised his rifle, his eyes fixed on the approaching enemies. "Let's end this quickly."
"Wait a minute." Maxwell lowers Benjamin's rifle, his hand going back into his pocket.
*Swoooosh* *puk* *puk* *puk*
[Blade Mastery lv7>8]
Three Kunais cut through the wind, passing through the masks and sinking into the psychos' heads.
"Let's get going. They can't reach us," Maxwell suggested, starting to walk towards the hospital, stopping only to retrieve his Hope's Dusks. "Shoot only when they get too close or a corridor appears"
As they advanced through the cemetery, the slow zombies continued to chase them, but at a safe distance. Maxwell and Benjamin kept a steady pace, only firing when some Defiler and Suicide Zombies appeared to speed up their heart rates.
After climbing the concrete stairs, they arrived at the hospital's iron gate. They noticed something strange: the zombies following them began to back away as if they were afraid of something inside the hospital.
"That's new," Benjamin commented, watching the zombies hesitate and retreat. "I wonder what's scaring them."
"I'm not anxious to find out." Maxwell replied, pushing the iron gate that creaked stubbornly before finally giving way with a kick.
'Hmmm? Where's Wereskag? He must have noticed us by now. Maxwell's eyes traveled around the hospital, trying to locate the threat. He walks to the center of the site, his Havoc already in his hands, just in case of an ambush.
"I don't think there's anyone here." Even as he said this, Benjamin didn't let his guard down and moved towards the door.
Maxwell's attention turned to the rubbish bin next to the building, a bottle containing a sample of the wereskag virus he would be destroying as well, as it might be needed to fulfill his secondary mission.
Pushing the door open slowly, Benjamin could feel the rotting wood resisting his thrust, while the hoarse, high-pitched creak echoed down the silent corridor. He paused for a moment, wondering if the noise would attract the attention of any creatures lurking in the shadows of the abandoned hospital.
Maxwell switched on his torch with a soft click, illuminating the path ahead. The beam of light reached the end of the corridor, revealing dusty floors, cobwebbed walls, and fungus growing everywhere.
Sensing no immediate threat at the entrance, they proceeded cautiously. The pungent smell of mold and decay soon filled their senses. The only source of light was the dim natural light of Elpis, which came in through the broken windows. The main corridor stretched ahead, with consulting room doors open on either side, which only increased the anxiety of being attacked from the flanks.
Maxwell stopped advancing when he felt his boot crush something, moving his torch down to see a skeleton wearing a military uniform that he didn't immediately recognize. Inspecting more carefully he sees the Jakobs logo, and after searching through all the pockets he finds an ECHO, and using his Data Knife secretly, he bypasses the locking system, accessing the device without needing the password.
Searching through the files he finds some audio reporting on the progress of the squadron's mission. He skips most of them, as they are useless at the moment, and finally finds something useful after a while of searching. Benjamin approaches to provide cover, taking the opportunity to listen better to the audio.
("Report from Sergeant Kellen, Jakobs Squadron. Probably been weeks since insertion. As expected, the aerial approach was impossible due to the constant storms and the dense treetops. We opted for sea transport. The boat we used to get to the island is hidden on the docks, covered with clothes. I've marked the spot with yellow paint to make it easier to locate when we leave.")
There was a pause, followed by a heavy sigh.
("Our progress has been slow. The vegetation and rough terrain make it difficult to advance, and zombies are everywhere. We've lost a few men, but we keep moving forward. We need to make sure that the samples, an antidote, and all the witnesses to the events on the island are cleared. End of report.")
The recording ends with more static and the sound of the wind dying down.
"Well, it looks like we've found our way out of here, I hope." Maxwell mutters, stowing the ECHO in his pocket after seeing some weapons stored in the SD.
"It looks legit, but what about the samples? Let's keep looking." Benjamin suggested.
Maxwell paused for a moment, considering his options. He was getting fed up with the island and wanted to get to the mainland before Knoxx arrived on Pandora. "I've got a better idea. Let's destroy the hospital completely, some of those vials must have something highly flammable in them."
Without delay, Maxwell starts shooting all the vials and syringes with Havoc, until an explosion occurs and a fire breaks out. They both leave the hospital and see the fire spreading rapidly.
*AAWOOOOOOOOOOOO!*
A bestial howl resounded through the cemetery, and using the last remnants of their wits, the zombies retreated on hearing the monster that made no distinction between ally and enemy.
Heavy footsteps sounded on the roof of the hospital and soon the beast that lived in the hospital appeared wearing a cool hat, it was Hank Reiss, the first wereskag. His mouth opened in a grotesque way as he used his claws to climb down the hospital's scorched walls.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Benjamin asks incredulously. How many more abominations could this island have?
"JUST RUN!" Maxwell shouts, shooting Hank to buy time.
*BRRRRRRRRRR* *Tiiiiiiik*
"FUCK!" Maxwell curses, not expecting the charger to run out at such a delicate moment. Stowing Havoc in his ECHO, Maxwell rolls to the side in time to dodge the wereskag that launched itself at his position, ignoring the warnings of his depleted shield and the sudden pain in his arm.
Hank howls in pain as he feels the bullets burning his flesh, his pain not lasting long as his healing factor pushes the bullets out, leaving only irritation and the pure, genuine desire to rip the cheeky little man's body apart. His claw dripping shy drops of blood.
[Mithridatism Constituion lv.2>3]
Feeling great malice being directed at him, Maxwell runs towards the horde of zombies, who try to grab him, but with dexterity he jumps up and starts running over them, using his shoulders and head as a support point.
Not needing to use such tricks, Hank just runs over everything in front of him like a train, crushing and pushing all the zombies in his way.
Benjamin looked embarrassed, he had been ignored by Hank, who continued his relentless pursuit of Maxwell. Wereskag seemed to know how to hold a grudge, so he refrained from attacking the monster and made his way out of the hospital before the zombies got any more crowded.
"*Huuf* *Huuf* *Ooof*" Maxwell was running at his limit, his figure only a fleeting shadow, in the blink of an eye he was back on the beach. looking back, his blood ran cold at the sight of Hank still chasing him.
[Mithridatism Constituion lv.3>4]
Cursing his eagerness to complete all the secondary objectives, Maxwell could only do his best to get out of yet another life-or-death situation.
Picking up his P2016, Maxwell didn't hesitate and the weapon began to glow a golden hue, small beams leaping from the weapon.
*Bang* *bang* *bang*
Unsurprisingly, his bullets pierced the wereskag's flesh and didn't stop there, but passed through Hank's body and stopped only after passing through two trees.
*AWOOOOOOOOOOO*
Hank howled in pain, the beast paused for a moment in its pursuit, writhing in pain as it tried to cover the hole in its head leaking blood and grey matter. But then a red aura appeared around the wereskag's body, Maxwell knew he was using an ability that every wereskag had.
When a wereskag came close to death, it went into a frenzy, healing itself completely and becoming more lethal, with its claws growing and becoming sharper, as well as being able to jump further.
Removing his glove, Maxwell saw that his Amped was cooling down. The previous three shots had used up all the implant's power.
[Mithridatism Constituion lv.4>5]
Left with few options at every turn, Maxwell's mind spun with an alternative. It would be impossible to escape from the island with Hank chasing them, who's to say that a wereskag couldn't swim? Maxwell didn't want to test that hypothesis.
Anyway, back to the confrontation.
One thing Maxwell noticed while shooting the wereskag was the creature's unconscious movements, which prevented the bullets from hitting its hat, even if it meant receiving hot lead.
If he wasn't mistaken, that hat was given to Hank by his daughter before he became a wereskag. It was an object of great attachment.
Slightly raising his pistol, Maxwell squeezed the trigger slowly, not caring about the frantic onslaught Hank was making against him.
*Bang!*
The projectile flies towards Hank's head, who, on seeing the deadly little object, raises his head, preventing it from hitting his precious hat.
*Swooooosh
But what he didn't expect was a blade that blended into the night, reflecting Elpis' light in its finish.
*Puk*
…
…
…
*GRRR GROOOOOAR!*
Hank chokes, before turning into a hoarse roar, like a cry at the sight of his beloved hat being pierced and carried away from his head. Maxwell felt his hair stand on end as he heard the heartbreaking scream.
[Mithridatism Constituion lv.5>6]
The wereskag desperately chases after the last remnants of his old life, kneeling down and picking up the hat as carefully as his claws will allow. He tries to remove the kunai stuck in the hat but only ruins the object even more.
*AWOOOOOOOOOOO*
Hank lets out a disconsolate howl, completely oblivious to his surroundings. A fatal mistake that would not be forgiven.
[-$3]
*Shooosh*
A kunai approaches the head of the distracted wereskag, who feels a bad premonition. But it was too late and he felt his mind go blank after hearing an explosion.
*BOOM*
…
*Baam*
Hank's body fell to the ground like a limp bundle, agonized on the sandy beach, his hand reaching for his hat, his eyes dull with tears and dried blood.
Maxwell slowly approached, his P2016 ready for any movement. Noticing no action, he deduced that Hank had finally died.
*Bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang*
"Just in case. Nothing personal, Hank."
"Max! Are you all right?" Benjamin stops, staring at the scene in front of him in amazement. "Damn, are you just a recruit?"
"Come on, your stay on the island is over, Ben." Maxwell didn't explain anything to Benjamin; his style of combat was more improvised. Turning around, he made his way to the docks, which weren't that far away after the mad chase.
Benjamin entered the boat after locating and removing the clothes covering it. He turned around, not understanding why Maxwell was still standing in front of the boat.
"Why did he stop? If you're worried about Knight and King, the best option is to get reinforcements, we have to be quick."
Maxwell shakes his head in denial. He lifts his arm; his suit has a long tear, and bloodstains all over it. The nanites had already closed the wound.
[Mithridatism Constituion lv.6>7]
Benjamin stands looking at the wound, easily recognizing it as a deep scratch. His knees get wet as he finally realizes what has happened.
[(Temporary) Skagthropy: Skagthropy is a highly contagious disease that affects humans, turning them into skag-like creatures. Skagthropy is transmitted through bites and deep scratches from an infected skag. Infection can also be caused by exposure to infected body fluids. Bites are 100% infectious, lacerations 25%, and scratches 7%.]
"That's goodbye, mate. I'll see if I can find Knight and King, or at least their bodies, hehehe." Maxwell untied the boat from the quay, leaving it ready to go.
"It was an honor to fight alongside you, Max." Benjamin saluted Maxwell, tears starting to roll, before reluctantly leaving.
"Oh, I almost forgot, here." Maxwell threw something shiny.
Benjamin picked up a pendant; it was Rook's dog tag.
The ship slowly disappeared over the horizon, the rising sun slowly bringing light after several days of night (a Pandorian day).
....
....
*Groan*
Maxwell turned round as he heard the sound of approaching zombies, a feral grin growing on his face.
There was no reason to hold back any longer.
"Fools, do you really think I'm stuck here with you?" Maxwell looked calmly at the advancing zombies as he reloaded his P2016. Engaging the weapon, he holds it in his right hand while his left clutches his gold-glittering Data Knife.
"You're the ones stuck here with me!"
Weekly Power Status
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