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Brutality Blog Presents: The Terrifying Tale of the Flood in the Halo Universe

Exploring the Dark Heart of Gaming's Most Feared Parasite

Logline: Delve into the spine-chilling world of the Flood, the iconic horror of the Halo franchise, and uncover the sinister secrets behind its creation and the relentless terror it continues to sow.

Dramatic Question: What is the origin of the Flood, and how has it managed to endure as one of gaming's most fearsome and unforgettable antagonists?

“In the vast and intricate tapestry of the Halo franchise, there exists a malevolent force that has sent shivers down the spines of gamers for decades - the Flood. This insidious parasitic species, with its nightmarish ability to assimilate and transform, embodies the very essence of horror within the Halo universe.”

Origins of the Flood:

The terrifying Flood story begins with an ancient conflict, a battle between the advanced Forerunners and the intriguing Precursors. When some of the Precursors were defeated, they crumbled into renewing dust, which became the source of the Flood. This hideous mutation resulted in the creation of a horrible creature that lived on devouring all lifeforms in its path.

A Grisly Method of Propagation:

The Flood's dissemination strategy is both horrific and horrifying. It spreads from host to host, mostly by the ingestion of infected Pheru, a species discovered on the planet Pheru. Those who devoured Pheru flesh unintentionally became vectors, encouraging others to consume contaminated tissue and thus perpetuating the horrible illness cycle.

What's more, the Flood can exploit any abandoned biological material, such as limbs or organs, to spread its infestation. This macabre component instills fear, as the fallen might contribute to the spread of malevolence even after death.

The Gravemind: A Nightmare Incarnate:

The Gravemind, a massive, sentient entity that serves as the parasite's core intelligence, is at the heart of the Flood's collective consciousness. The Gravemind's appearance alone is terrifying: a horrific mixture of twisted flesh and sinew, with numerous writhing tentacles writhing with malignant purpose.

The intelligence of the Gravemind is vast and clever, capable of strategic planning and manipulation. Its presence exudes old malevolence, and its words can freeze even the bravest of souls. The Gravemind's intelligence, along with its terrible look, makes it a particularly terrifying opponent.

Inescapable Doom:

One of the most frightening characteristics of the Flood is the sense of impending doom. Whatever your opponent's strength, the Flood's ability to integrate and adapt means that even the most powerful soldiers can become tools of their own death.

Meeting the Flood in the Halo games is a visceral experience. Their scurrying bodies, the uncanny cacophony of their gibbering, and the persistent assault on your senses all contribute to an unsettling environment. Your once-human adversaries have been transformed into ugly, twisted versions of themselves, driven by an insatiable need for more victims.

The Chief's Desperate Battle:

Throughout the Halo series, players take on the role of the Master Chief, a super-soldier with unrivaled skill and bravery. But even this renowned hero is not immune to the Flood's wrath. Chief is compelled to confront the Gravemind several times in order to stop the parasite's spread.

The battles against the Flood are fierce and tense. The Gravemind's insults reverberate in your ears as you battle for your life. It's a tribute to Halo's horror themes that even a renowned character like the Master Chief may find himself in heart-pounding, life-or-death scenarios.

The Haunting Resilience of the Flood:

As if the Flood's capacity to integrate and infect wasn't frightening enough, the parasite's tenacity is as terrifying. Even when it looks to be defeated, it possesses an extraordinary ability to survive. The Flood's tenacity and adaptability instill fear that lasts long after the fights are ended.

The Flood's capacity to return after apparent annihilation is a continual cause of fear in Halo lore. It's a reminder that the horror is never fully defeated in the Halo universe, always lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike again.

Conclusion:

The Flood from the Halo franchise is a masterwork of horror narrative in video games. Its origins in an ancient cosmic struggle, its brutal means of dissemination, the horrifying presence of the Gravemind, and the unavoidable doom it signifies all combine to create a terrifying atmosphere that has left an indelible stamp on gaming history. As players explore the Halo universe, they are reminded that true terror can always find a way to claw its way back into existence, even in the face of the most advanced technology and great heroes. Copyright © 2023 LUiS Thompson | Designed by: VegaaManDesigns | Brand: Urban Royalty Graphics | IG: luiswrotethisblog | X: LUiSWroteThis | YouTube: VegaaManWins

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The Brutality Blog Presents: (2013-Present) Insight of The Conjuring Universe - LUiSWroteTHiS (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1379138831-the-brutality-blog-presents-2013-present-insight?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=LUiSWroteTHiS&wp_originator=QN5hy5UU06EekW%2FKPpBoZ8sWnwGmwr1CrfcGCatLc%2BXgBSoLYtTlVzJrxw0GdwJ70%2BthBUE6EvYIysFf4APLa2q%2FbjnBH6gSyYMn%2BlyFaAqoFF1NFRWSk1zLEk%2FKPQUM Written by: LUiS Thompson | Designed by: Magic & Bots A Perfect Balance of Horror and Storytelling: "The Conjuring Universe is a masterwork of horror storytelling, offering both scares and thought-provoking themes. Centered around paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren, played by Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga, this franchise has delivered spine-tingling films like "The Conjuring" (2013), "The Conjuring 2" (2016), and "The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It" (2021). What sets this universe apart is its unique balance of horror and storytelling. Unlike many horror series, it invests time in character development and intricate plotlines. Viewers become emotionally invested in the Warrens' mission, elevating the horror experience. Each installment is packed with tension, jump scares, and eerie atmospheres that haunt your thoughts long after viewing. Yet, it also delves into profound concepts, questioning the nature of evil and the power of faith in the face of darkness. Beyond the core series, spin-offs like "The Nun 2" and "Insidious: The Red Door" continue the fear-inducing journey. "The Nun 2" takes us to 1956 France, where evil lurks, while "Insidious: The Red Door" explores the terrors of repressed memories. In essence, The Conjuring Universe is a cinematic gem that seamlessly merges horror and storytelling, inviting audiences on a thrilling journey into the unknown while provoking deep contemplation about the supernatural and our deepest fears." Copyright © 2023 LUiS Thompson | Designed by: VegaaManDesigns | Brand: Urban Royalty Graphics | IG: luiswrotethisblog | X: LUiSWroteThis | YouTube: VegaaManWins

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The Yonkers Adventures of Little Jacob and Niko Belic

"We one blunt away from getting this paper, mon."—Little Jacob

“Little Jacob from GTA IV leaves the Yonkers NY, and comes to Jamaica for etc etc reasons. Little Jacob then heads to Vice City to handle the funeral to his nephew's own death. The Colombian Cartel, ran by somebody named Tony Montana, is responsible for the killing of Little Jacob's people and nephew. In the end his son passes on his legacy, while the tale of how Montana killed Little Jacobs lives on throughout the 80s and the 90s.”

The first time the Rastafarian met Niko Belic in New York City it became a true moment to cherish. Niko had picked the metro booming Rasta, known as Little Jacob up from Yonkers, New York, in a white and green armored truck with blood under and smeared around it, which happened to be owned by the Green Tangerine Industries. The Green Tangerine Industries was bought by the new bachelor in town, named Norman Osborn. Mr. Osborn was developing a new serum to help increase the physical and mental capacity of athletes around the world. With stories in the newspapers about a young vigilante with the ability to climb walls started floating about, the idea of enhancing the human race began planting in the mind of Norman Osborn. Niko Belic was business partners of a particular cab service, known to house the likes of the Babayaga himself John Wick, or even the silent phantom Agent 47. John Wick had previously been ex communicated for disobeying the orders of his own syndicate. Agent 47 is still being hunted by numerous agencies, federal agents, bounty hunters, and police officers. For many years rumors of covert operatives trying to go off the grid in order to fight as the new resistance to the evil side of the politicians and governments, as well as the drug cartels globally. To some the American Dream was having perfect health, ultimate political power, or even fame beyond imagination. To Belic it was the same roach infested, drywall peeling shack stuck on the second floor of his cousins timeshare. The thing that mattered most to Little Jacob and Niko Belic at that moment was this paper.

When Niko had returned to Little Jacob’s crib in Yonkers the Siberian immigrant had high hopes that by his cousin Roman knowing of Little Jacobs capabilities, connecting the two gentleman together would end up allowing them to acquire the power and fortune needed to live a luxurious and discrete life in New York City. Only God of Abraham knew that Niko and Little Jacob would find a medium eventually. Driving off to their next location, the rasta began to bump some of Bad Boy’s Biggie classics over the car stereo. While the smell of burnt incense and ganja smoke filled the car with a tight aroma Little Jacob held on tight to his glock nine, but even tighter to the handle of his short pump shotgun. When the two goons pulled up to the street sidewalk the Rastafarian hoped out of the car with paranoia and optimism the deal would go smoothly. Niko drove his maroon corvette around the street when the Siberian's phone began to vibrate on and off in his jacket inside pocket. Little Jacobs is on the other line out of breath and a little enraged. When the conversation is over between the two aspiring criminals Niko is ready to pursue the three men running out of the back door building. As the three men run three blocks with ease, the Siberian, who had been tailing the three, unexpectedly comes from the side and fires off four shotgun rounds into the three drug dealers torsos. Where the two proceeded after, truly time will tell…

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Payne of the Bite (Pt. 9)

From the P.O.B Short Story Series

When those truly in charge known as the “Higher-Ups” first received a call from a particular bio-weapons corporation that gossiped on fusing a man-eating virus with a prototype embryo the interests spiked. Having been known as successors to legendary hitmen, the "Higher-Ups” dwelled on how they could turn an army of mystic warriors and rapid evolving creatures into bio-weapon militias. Testing out their theories those truly in charge bare witnessed to this formula of evolution through the underground facility security cameras.”

Already hallucinating from an overdose of drugs taken in a Los Santos desert, the skilled pilot Trevor never imagined the negative karma reflecting back at him in the spiritual world. More manic than ever before from episodes of a post traumatic disorder, the pilot Trevor found a way to fight his inner conflicts by taking street drug hallucinogens. This form of escaping his dimension and overcoming his demons never fully worked for the pilot. On his way back home, the peak of Trevor’s high built itself up to reveal itself. The Swineface killer waited on the manic pilot in the shadows of the Los Santos desert. The woman dressed in a swine mask and a wig mastered the art of surprise attacks and studied the craftsmanship of torturous devices. Following the orders sent out from the realm of Darkness, plans of pure evil began setting in motion. Sneak attacking and drugging Trevor in his trailer home, the Swineface killer planned to store the manic pilot's body and transport him off to another location. Trevor thus became the Swineface killer's next victim. On the other side of Los Santos, Franklin's soul had itself teetered to the rusted hooks of despair and suffering. Legends were told of the hooks' origin from the realm of Darkness and by those occupying its space. The legends foretold of how a Greek God of Death who crafted the first ever pair of soul hooks to bring any aura to the underworld. Now in the realm of Darkness and trapped by fictitious desires, the only way to survive for the street racer named Franklin was to keep moving.

Driving recklessly through Los Santos, a third member of the bank robber crew collected himself. Dreams of successful gains and nightmares of painful misfortunes accumulated in the heart and mind of the former bank robber named Micheal. A different life had been lived by the criminal long ago. On a yacht turned sideways, a tragic life forgotten after an incident, the accident had been a grueling meet. For a large amount of rhinoceros coral impacted the head of Micheal on his way down from falling off the yacht. Gone for the moment were the blurry memories of a hero turned to darkness. Originally known by another alias in the streets of New York, the police officer's identity was stripped away in that Pacific ocean. Coming out of his daze and parking his vehicle for the moment, Micheal continued reminiscing the forgotten memories filtering themselves in and out of his psychosis. Micheal tried calling the street racer and the manic pilot on their group burner phones continuously but never received a response.

On high alert, Micheal wondered if the other two members had gotten caught up with many criminals, or perhaps even the Feds. Any time the crew didn’t answer trouble had assured itself around the corner. Connecting his tech staff, Micheal found that the GPS signal of the remaining two members which rerouted itself somewhere in the wilderness of Los Santos. Packing up a duffel bag of firearms and ammunition, the former bank robber Micheal drove towards the signal. Micheal’s personnel informed the former bank robber that long ago a Witch gave birth to a horrendous monster out in the California woods of Los Santos. This monster had scales and bark for skin mixed in with the human DNA of the mother. As it grew in the woods, it found its calling by hunting animals. As the years went by, this monster’s strength grew to more intense levels and gained abilities tied to evil. Even informing Micheal, the tech staff had a horrible feeling that the former bank robber had truly been unaware of the evil entity awaiting itself within the forest of trees and mud.

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Payne of the Bites (Pt. 6)

From the Payne of the Bite: Short Story Series

“Those truly in charge of the bio weapon program chose to switch off the defense sequence to the bio weapon specimen. They wanted to test how strong and agile the specimen had become, in the short amount of time of its creation. A slight beeping sound finally gave off the required satellite site of the elemental target. The target's goal is to capture before the killings. Now, one of the scientists planned to use the advanced teleportation technology aimed to launch soldiers into enemy territory, and transport the elemental target into the underground facility directly. This scientist met his death by the bioweapon’s hands, shortly after the transportation processes completion.”

In what seemed like a blink of an eye, Bill had been strangely transported to some other dark forest. There were no zombies around to chase the military veteran, and nobody around to complain and beg for medicine or ammo, only a blood-red sky, and a full moon to occupy Bill's surroundings. This place, which had dark smoke covering its floor, and giant black ravens singing what sounded like tunes of sorrow and despair. These tunes filled the newly-found atmosphere, where Bill now occupied. However, from very far away, something shiny caught the old veteran's attention. As Bill squinted in shock and disbelief, what seemed out of the darkness staring back at the old veteran might have been the devil Lucifer himself. Like spoken on earlier in this tragic tale, from far away, an extremely tall, muscular figure in a dusty, pale white mask, held tightly with the intent to kill violently, with the long kitchen knife it was holding. As the figure began to walk slowly towards Bill, the surrounding aura began to show off a blood-red color similar to the sky of that dimension. Before the old veteran knew it, the breath left in his chest became consumed by darkness. Enter the horrifying world of Darkness, where Halloween is occurring daily, and there is no escape…

Legend in Japan had it that a sword, forged in a mineral, was so dense and powerful it was almost indestructible. Mr. Wick took it upon himself to leave the United States, in search for this sword beyond his original give aim.  A princess was given the sword originally, as a wedding gift back in the seventh century. Yet one day, upon cleaning her royal chambers, the sword fell from its mantle and cut the young princess's arm. The wound was so rare, and would not stop bleeding. No doctor could heal her. The kingdom sent out their best ninjas and warriors in search for a witch doctor, knowledgeable enough to cure the wounded princess. This is how the Yakauza, and the Kingdom of Japan, forged an alliance with the witches of the rising sun, and their spells that hide in darkness. You see, with the cure came a price: with the coming of the first-born child, a curse unbeknown to the princess would be cursed to wield the sword into the afterlife. The spirit of the princess's first child would grow in the outer worlds of Japan, to haunt and slay any opposing force to the Kingdom of Japan and the rural outskirts of the Yakazua clan. In time, only the armor made of the same sacred mineral would bring this land into certain doom, or subtle victory.

Battling evil your whole life will leave life stale for the ambitious kind. For Mr. Wick, fighting evil with his own hands, was what Mr. Wick trained for. Flying out to Japan for a technical mission was nothing new to Mr. Wick, especially when hired to kill the target at the highest bidder. Since a boy, Mr. Wick trained tirelessly, until he became known as the most lethal weapon forged by the hands of the assassin order. However, with no knowledge of the outbreak before landing, Mr. Wick was met at his landing by walkers. The dead reanimated to life, seeking redemption through the brain cavity of the human race. Mr. Wick’s first encounter came through the flight attendant, attacked on the aisle as the planes doors opened. Mr. Wick quickly unleashed a flurry of shots, dropping body after body of walking corpses. It seemed the Yakuza’s involvement with organized crime came to a screeching halt, when the walker outbreak arrived. Mr. Wick used a katana laying on the floor, for addition backup to his arsenal. Jumping on the nearest spot's motorcycle, Mr. Wick drove off in search for his target. His destination was the tower in which the princess of the sword slumbered, so many centuries ago. Mr. Wick also held Intel that a ghostly demon awaited any enemy foolish enough to retrieve the sword. Regardless of the matters at hand, and whether hell on earth had begun, Mr. Wick meant to see it to the end of any target, hired by his organization and its annihilation.

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Payne of the Bites (Pt. 5)

From the Payne of the Bite: Short Story Series 

“Deep within the underground lab facility every known staff and assistant which had embarked on a scientific discovery towards warfare, now faced destruction and extreme danger. Originally thought as a string to the theory of evolution, the test subject designed to mimic the highly trained assassin John Wick, now went entirely rogue among the lab. Slaughtering dozens of armed soldiers occupying the lab, the higher-ups of the facility chose to lock the entire underground laboratory down within hours of the attack. No one understood why the bio weapon specimen decided to turn on its creators, except the higher-ups.”

Francis began stumbling towards the ledge of the hospital. With bullet holes and blood covering his chest, Zoey could not understand what was happening. Madness began transpiring in Zoey's mind. Yet again losing another team member to whatever entity entered the universe since the outbreak started. On the roof of the Mercy Hospital, a frozen breeze overcame them. After shooting Francis for almost strangling the unfortunate addict, Zoey watched as the bleeding biker stumbled off the ledge of the rooftop. Returning to the military "comms," there had been no signal; any trace of hope had been left in the cold. Zoey's past still haunted her. The pill addiction she recounted while taking pain relievers on her trip through the walker apocalypse relapsed her pour soul. Quite a few notches back actually. Life for Zoey wasn't always as bleak however. She had been a world swimming champion for her college. For it not being her uncalculated timing, the injury Zoey sustained would have never introduced her to the pain reliever medication. This setback forced her out of the water, and eventually out of school.

Months went by before she managed to sober up and recover. The possessed Francis managed to bring those memories up to the surface before dying, while Zoey realized she needed something to take away the pain. Somehow, Francis managed to wake up on the floor outside the hospital moments after falling to his supposed death, bullet holes still riddled the bikers jacket, and through his chest. Dazed and confused Francis began walking around the city streets to find a way to shelter. The moon above Francis oozed a red aura. The floor around the biker had smoke engulfed and seemed darker than usual. A mile out, a figure stood silent, watching Francis stumble around in confusion. It was the masked welding figure waiting for his turn at revenge. Francis was more than ready for any type of confrontation. Wondering where all the dead walkers went, only the red pale moon, the biker, and the masked figure stood out. Without a moment's notice, another masked figure, this time seeming as though it was a female, stabbed Francis in the back several times with a small switch blade. The other masked figure ran towards Francis, with a quick elbow to the female killers face, Francis tried to run off. It was this place that the biker’s flaws and tribulations met to a head. Never would Francis think he would be running for his life by real knife wielding killers. Cornered and outmatched, Francis tried pleading with two masked figures.

But there was no response. Only the sound of footsteps inching closer to the biker could be heard. A third figure with a completely different mask came from behind the chain link fence Francis had been leaning on and made the last strike to the abdomen. A dark, rusted meat hook began forming from within the mist. The meat hook glowed an orange glow, and hummed a strange sound. The first mask figure who had stalked Francis all this time left the biker up and motioned toward the rusted glowing hook. As the hook wrapped it’s sharp edges through Francis chest the suffering wouldn’t end here. For three more hooks formed around the biker and stabbed Francis through and through. As the biker hollered and bleed out the rusted meat hook began sinking into the floor taking Francis back to the hellish place it once originated from. As Zoey passes out on the Mercy Hospital rooftop the image of a tall woman in a bunny mask reappears in and out of Zoey’s eyes. It seemed as though the dehydration and the over medication of pain pills began tugging at the former swimmer turned addicts brain. This tall woman not only wore a bunny mask, she wielded a bloody axe also. The fate of Zoey has only just begun…

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Payne of the Bites (Pt. 3)

“From deep underground, a lab assistant and her boss finally stop pacing back and forth to celebrate their latest discovery of scientific findings. They were getting off the phone with the Umbrella Corporation, a company specializing in bio-warfare, when the request to begin testing on the new specimen itself had arrived. The bio-specimens the underground lab had continuously been working on truly began developing into the successor to the Legendary Hitman Agent 47, and the Baba Yaga himself, John Wick. The purpose of these bio-specimens is so that when the day arrives where world governments finally unite, there would be a weapon of mass destruction to tear the very fabric of the One World Government, leaving it in crumbled shambles.”

As the three remaining survivors of our tale finally managed to leave the Blood Harvest Cabin in North Carolina, the road for them had only just begun. The survivors before, finished watching their fallen ex-navy comrade Bill become completely devoured and slaughtered by the undead. Moans and roars bellowed from within the pale walkers, all that could be heard from Bill that night was the loud screeches of pain and terror. Where Bill had transferred to in the afterlife had only been a different type of hell within itself. As the remaining survivors managed to fuel up and hot wire a pale grey mini van to escape the Blood Harvest Cabin, thoughts of what life was like before the outbreak hit—for someone like Louis—became ideal.

As Zoey and Francis rode in the front, Louis counted his ammo and rations for the hours and days ahead in the back of the van. As Louis tried to find happier times to fall back on during the apocalypse, he thought perhaps a power nap could suffice. Louis reminisced on him and his sister Veronica, and how they used to play in the hospital their parents worked at named Mercy Hospital. Louis thought long and hard that night on the day Veronica had played an intense game of hide and seek with him in the hospital. On this particular day, Louis had gotten trapped within a morgue locker filled with frozen corpses. Veronica had locked Louis inside playing a joke; it was unannounced to her that Louis had also been locked with all the cutting equipment as well. When the lights in the locker flickered on and off, Louis swore to this day he saw a woman with plastic wrapped around her head coming at Louis with a bone saw. When Veronica finally opened the door, Louis had been frightened to death in a corner, swearing he been attacked. There had been no one else in the locker besides the two siblings and the frozen corpses. Yet, a cut across Louis head had been bleeding profusely. Perhaps the night of shooting and running made Louis bounce from happy to sad in a moment's notice.

One thing is for certain, Louis knew he definitely was one member out of the four survivors who truly wished he knew about the undead outbreak sooner. Back when life was more stable than peaceful, Louis had lived the life of a white-collared office worker who once was an army veteran. Growing up around many doctors and nurses in his family led Louis typically to become known as the black sheep of his family.  For wanting to join the service and kill others, and not heal them, put Louis's family to ironic shame. The only person Louis truly loved in this life was his twin sister named Veronica. The two of them were born identical siblings, living a life where they felt as if they'd grow up and die together. The two had a strange, keen ability to always know each other's thoughts and feelings. Experiencing an almost fatal car accident in her mid-twenties led doctors to prescribe Veronica with a lethal dosage of painkiller medication. While Louis was deployed overseas, Veronica’s pill addiction grew stronger. Weeks before Louis was stationed to return home, Veronica had overdosed at work during one of her night shifts. When Louis finally got a chance to say his goodbyes at Veronica’s grave site, he had just received the news from base that within a few hours there would be full blown media coverage about an undead outbreak. Gathering all his belongings that night, Louis eventually managed to link up with Bill, Zoey, and Francis at an intersection in the city.

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Payne of the Bites (Pt. 2)

Even after suffering slight amnesia from falling off a college's yacht, Max Payne decided then at that moment, that a life-taking head pump on some Rhinoceros Death Coral on the coast of Brazil wouldn't stop him whatsoever. After recovering from the newly built Green Tangerine Hospital in Manhattan New York City, Max Payne decided that some slight facial recognition, and a new expensive life in sunny California, would be a great change of pace from the grimy streets of East Yonkers, New York. To Max Payne there would be nothing from making him think there was anything truly wrong with his memory missing some pieces in the near unforeseeable future. Who Max Payne was to this new persona known as Michael is still completely unknown really. In some dreams one would have the personas dream of the other as if they lived the same life and purpose; there was truth to this idea? However, over time, the quiet life of either persona that wanted to build for itself was beginning to become lost and forgotten in the shores of time.

Between Michael's retired fighter pilot friend named Trevr with multiple facial scars, or even a vehicle specialist known to rock an emerald-green mustang with a muzzled rottweiler in the front, all three began devising a well thought out plan to help Michael with something he loved to call his "last score." From then on, the man who went by the name Max Payne no longer existed, for now. Somewhere in a lab deep underground in the middle of the great United States of America was another lab assistant and her boss, hesitantly and steadily pacing back and forth. They just got a call from the Umbrella Corporation for the second time, the original creator of rabid transferring zombie T-Virus, to continue developing the prototype embryo, only this time they have a few new specimens. These bio-specimens would indeed be known as the successor to the Legendary Hitman Agent 47 and the Babayaga himself, John Wick.

Life does seems shorter when the end is happening right before your eyes. Yet, for a small group of civilians who managed to band to survive the horror they had experienced, that life seemed to get shorter and shorter with every passing second. It all happened during a bus ride where a passenger sitting in the back of the bus began to self destruct around everyone on the metro bus that day. The man was an old retired soccer player who had terrible headaches since last October for some strange reason. This passenger began suffering horrific hallucinations suddenly that day; it led him to bite and eat every other passenger, hitting everyone he could with his tennis racket. Before anyone knew it, the world was being consumed by itself as well, and the evils that lie beneath all of it finally, eventually would come to light. There happen to be three members of that bus ride that survived the chaotic ordeal. Their names were Louis, a white collared retired army veteran, Bill, an ex-navy seal who specialized in sniping, and Zoey, a college dropout with a talent at knowing her way around a pistol, and a medicine bottle.

The three ended up battling and living along an ex-police officer/skinhead reformist named Francis to make a solid group of four. The four traveled to what was known as the Blood Harvest Cabin deep in the North Carolina wilderness. The dead moaned at night relentlessly, the horde had a hunger for human flesh that resided in the pale bloody corpses screeching at the small team at any, and every corner. It wasn’t until the military on the intercom downstairs hollered out it’s five minute estimated time of arrival in the Blood Harvest Cabin that the post traumatic stress began to affect the psychology of the human squad. Suddenly, the rumble beneath all the their feet begins to unfold. Out of nowhere, a bloodied tank-like zombie behemoth smashed through the drywall of the Blood Harvest Cabin and began yelling uncontrollably. Bill and Francis headed up the stairs while Zoey and Louis met unimaginable horrors of their own. Time began to slow down as a hooded zombie named the hunter quickly lunged onto the rooftop and began its attempt to rip and tear Bill's flesh out from Francis's internal organs. As the bullets from Francis’ twin pistols-penetrated the horde of zombie bodies often, the view above of Bill getting his unfortunate death was beginning to give Francis overwhelming anxiety.

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