Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30517583-20180316053525

''Have you ever thought about what Humanity ever did to try and stop the zombies from spreading across the Earth? Once you think about it..... We see giant corporations spring up undeterred despite the apocalypse.... But ever since we've never tried to expand and regain our land. ''

This is the story of why mankind is forever doomed to never rise to what it was before the SANI came.

"Alright, I might as well start.... Knowing the people like you are going to take a long, long time taking in the information I have......"

The captured Alliance officer sighs, leans back in his chair, and stretches as far as his handcuffed wrists allow him to.

"I don't know why you people want to hear my story.... Alright, let's begin.... I am born.... I grow up.... Zombies invade when I turn 27..... I participate in some defensive battles for the Alliance.... I get promoted..... I make that asshole Yank general mad..... And then he sends me on a suicide mission... And we succeed, some wierd shit happens, and I become the only guy to return, along with the title of the first guy to come back from a raid against zombies....."

The Federation Officer behind the crystalised bullet-proof glass window chuckles to himself, before asking the Alliance Officer to state his opinion on the SANI.

"You were quite the big catch.... Fortunately, we got you without having to kill anyone."

The Alliance Officer, hearing this, smirks and then starts to talk.

"Alright, the SANI.... 10 years or so ago? For an apocalyptic situation, it's so cliche that it actually doesn't feel right...."

"What I find funny about the SANI, though..... Is how we talk about the futile military resistance and the formation of groups like the Guard Panther's militia and the Weapons Producers R and L-Brains.

All this while the SANI happened barely a generation ago. I have friends who are in the military, but they never know about initial resistance or attempts to roll back the undead. All they know is the desperate flight from their homes, picking up whatever they could, before all they knew went under the hordes of zombies.....

Everybody's story, including mine, are nearly identical. Pick up, and run. Military resistance is going to implemented, stay calm."

The Federation Officer behind the window waits patiently as the Alliance Officer pauses for a moment.

"Sorry, I've been rambling for some time. Back to the theory, then..."

The Federation Officer tenses up, pen and paper at the ready.

"That Kingstreet mission was what revealed to my eyes how doomed we are. I'd managed to piss off a bunch of random Alliance top bra-"

"I thought it was just the one American?"

The Federation Officer interjected.

"Nah. He was the one who gave me the mission after I gave a suggestion that we send his beloved 19th into battle. ******* asshole, not letting his battalion of money-lined lackeys into battle....."

The Officer sighed, before continuing.

"Anyway, it was the squad's first time in battle, right? So I decided to take it easy. Give them some incentive to stay together without chasing after zombies to raise their number of kills through.... Well.... The threat of fatigue duty."

The Federation Officer snorted, while studiously taking down notes on the Alliance Officer's testimony.

"That's no longer reward, it's become blackmail."

"Yeah, whatever. Quite the white-collar worker, aren't you?"

"You know, the reason why I got here is because I've gotten at least 2000 confirmed kills...."

Ignoring the Federation Officer's last line, the Alliance Officer continued.

"Anyway, we wiped out the zombies. We got really lucky, as not a single damn brute appeared. We lost one guy, but we took over the points we were allocated. Our extraction would arrive in 20 minutes.... But we got bored and decided to clear the area."

The scratching of a pen on paper reverberated throughout the cell room.

"And so, we wiped out every single undead within the place. It's actually more easy than you think, I actually think a lot of all those lost 'clearing parties' actually wiped the area clean of all zombies, but then some really wierd shit happened."

The Federation Officer stopped writing.

"You think they did survive? Those parties?"

The Alliance member thinks for a second before replying.

"You know, people would arrive on the scene afterwards, and they'd find the area almost devoid of zombies, except for those who wandered onto the scene from other areas thanks to the noises of battle, and people would pick them off with ease. They could then help themselves to whatever supplies were on offer without worrying about zombies.

That's why officers still authorize raids despite them knowing all the people will die- It's just so profitable, and with the sudden baby boom thanks to the need to repopulate, there are plenty of elderly and young to send on suicide death missions."

The Federation Officer writes down the Alliance Officer's testimony, before replying.

"I always thought raids were a pointless waste... But that is a new way of looking at them."

The Alliance Officer reaches for a cup of water, takes a swig, and continues.

"It's not new. The generals found it first.

Anyways, we all got teleported, I'd say, to this... Stage. I saw my party there, under a giant sign that said "VICTORY", and to either side there were zombies, seperated by fences.... I was just a spectator, and I couldn't move my body.... I watched my squad destroy the zombies, before I went back into my real body."

The Federation Officer was fully captivated at this point.

"So, after that incident, I called out to my squad, wherever they were.

They didn't appear. I walked around, and at two minutes to extraction, I heard the zombies.

The whole area was supposed to be clear, I'd seen to it myself.... But they appeared out of thin air. And so I ran. I can never forgive myself for running away, I still think that somewhere on that jagged peninsular, my squad is still holding out.... Calling for me to arrive.

But, I got flown out, and now I stand here today."

The Alliance Officer finishes speaking. The Federation Officer then speaks.

"Now, I'd like to hear your theory."

The Alliance Officer hesitates.

"I'm not sure if this is believeable or not..."

"Nonetheless, your story is quite fascinating. I'd like to hear your theory."

The Alliance Officer sighs.

"Alright. So, I believe that there is a great god in the sky. Except he's not a god. He's a twisted omniscient being who can willingly toy with people's lives, making them disappear without a second thought, and he's who I blame for all those billions of deaths.

I also can't remember my life from before the apocalypse, so maybe this is a world that he himself built for his own fun. He made us suffer so that he can watch, and also made our sole purpose to become the perfect killing machines."

The Alliance Officer stops talking, and rises from the chair.

"That was quite the amazing story."

The Federation Officer continues to write down the Alliance Officer's theory.

"It was really unbelieveable, wasn't it?"

"Seeing from what your circumstances as the only survivor of humanity's attacks on the undead, I'd say that yours is the only one we can believe."

"You know, I'd want to see if my squad is still on Kingstreet, and if they are, that they are alive and kicking...."

"You'd have to join us first."

The Federation Officer slides the crystallised glass window to one side, stands up and salutes.

"The soldier outside will release you of your handcuffs, and guide you to the cafeteria. Our soldiers are anticipating the sight of humanity's 'sole survivor'."

The Alliance Officer nods, before walking towards the exit.

-End- 