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From afar, there was a wailing heard among cities. They knew, inside their large towns, secluded and not in constant danger regarding anomalies, there was something significant occuring inside the site. Site-A92-bbA, where we shall begin our tale revolving around a certain individual. Officer Octo-Zebra XI. "Too many hostiles! Anyone we missing on?!" A guard shouted within a hall over the loud shots of bullets being expelled through assault rifles. The radio beeped, before another voice had responded to the call. "Negative, personnel have been evacuated to the shelters. Get your asses-" The radio cut off, a wailing heard in the sirens as a guard was too busy bludgening any infected instance he could find. His gloves stained with blood as he crushed an instance's head underneath his own boot. Officer Octo-Zebra the Eleventh. A man who took pride in carrying his family's legacy and beating the shit out of anything to stop it from escaping containment.
When Octo-Zebra heard the sirens, he chuckled to himself, starting to move away. "Move, move, we gotta get to that damn shelter! Nuke's been set off, ha-ha-ha~!" The guard yelled with enthusiasm, encouraging his partner to run with him across the many halls of the heavy containment zone. He then came across a loud whistle ringing in his ears, squinting his eyes as he held his helmet. The guard stopped behind him.
"Octo?" He whispered, realizing what was happening to his partner.
"Yeah, I'm infected, YIT-Zeram got me. Go and take a detour! Godspeed to you!" The guard turned around, realizing that he had already left. He smirked, before cringing in pain as he felt his own head crushing his brain. That, or his brain was starting to turn into oversized mush. Either way, this was how he'd die. 'No, not at all. I'm gonna fuqing find the damn cure for the Zeram Flu, and I'm not gonna let myself die in this place.' Determined to make sure his fate wasn't an early death, he dropped his gun, growling as he felt the effects of the flu starting to worsen. His own stomach feeling as though it was going to make him hurl, twisting knots in his belly while his bones ached. Tendons and muscles grew weaker, but still, pain was good. It made him focus better.
Fortunately, there was a quarantine area, a cure inside a locker to which he had access to. 'Thank God for being promoted to Hydcuk.' He thought to himself, pushing up the visor to gulp down the two tablets. 'Ugh, never getting used to that damn taste.' The effects started to weaken, allowing him to focus on getting out of-
"GENERATION ANEW IS A GO. SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY BEFORE THE IMPENDING BLAST IS LAUNCHED." 'God damn it all! I need to find shelter!' Octo-Zebra rushed out to the hallway again, trying to find a reliable shelter before finding a small isolated locker. Hearing a shrill cry, inhumane and indicative to a YIT, he immediately rushed into the room, locking it behind him to avoid being impregnated with larvae. The guard huffed, breathing heavily as his chest thumped, his heart demanding more oxygen. Octo-Zebra chuckled, sitting down and let himself be comforted by the loud banging and ear-piercing scratches coming from behind the door he leaned against.
"Hoo-wee… Damn, and I'm just gonna die with YIT-Hehi-Minyim. This sucks… Oh well, I always like Minyim. Even if Minyim hated me."
