Payne of the Bites (Pt. 2)

Even after suffering some amnesia after falling off a college yacht, Max Payne thought that a life-threatening head pump on some Rhinoceros Death Coral off the coast of Brazil wouldn't deter him. Max Payne decided that some minor facial recognition and a new wealthy life in sunny California would be a welcome break from the dirty streets of East Yonkers, New York, after recovering from the newly erected Green Tangerine Hospital in Manhattan.

There would be nothing to prevent Max Payne from believing there was anything seriously wrong with his memory missing some bits in the near unknown future. Who Max Payne was to this new persona known as Michael is still a mystery. In some dreams, one would have the personas dream of the other as if they lived the same life and had the same aim; was this thought true?

However, as time passed, the calm life of any character that desired to construct for itself became lost and forgotten on the shores of time. Michael's retired fighter pilot pal Trevor with several facial scars, or even a vehicle specialist known to rock an emerald-green mustang with a muzzled rottweiler in the front, all three began crafting a well-thought-out plan to assist Michael with his "final score." For the time being, the guy known as Max Payne is no longer alive.

Another lab assistant and her boss were pacing back and forth in a deep underground lab in the middle of the enormous United States of America.

They just received a call from the Umbrella Corporation, the original designer of the rabid transferable zombie T-Virus, for the second time to continue developing the prototype embryo, only this time they have a few new specimens. These bio-specimens would be known as the legendary Hitman Agent 47, as well as the Babayaga himself, John Wick. When the end is there in front of your eyes, life does seem shorter.

Yet, for a tiny group of citizens who had banded together to endure the horror they had witnessed, life seemed to be getting shorter and shorter with each passing second. It all started during a bus ride when a passenger in the back of the vehicle began to self-destruct in front of everyone else on the metro bus that day.

The man was an elderly retired soccer player who had been suffering from severe headaches since last October for an unknown reason. That day, this passenger began experiencing awful hallucinations, which led him to bite and consume every other passenger while beating everyone he could with his tennis racket.

Before anyone knew it, the world was being destroyed by itself, and the evils that lay underlying it all would soon come to light. There were three passengers on that bus who survived the hectic ordeal. Louis, a white collared retired army veteran, Bill, an ex-navy seal who specialized in sniping, and Zoey, a college dropout with a knack for knowing her way around a pistol and a medicine bottle, were their names.

The three ended up fighting and living with Francis, an ex-police officer/skinhead reformist, to form a strong gang of four. The four set out for the Blood Harvest Cabin, located deep in the North Carolina back country. The dead moaned incessantly at night, the horde had a craving for human flesh that existed in the pale bloody corpses howling at the little crew around every corner.

It wasn't until the military on the intercom downstairs yelled out its five-minute projected arrival time in the Blood Harvest Cabin that post-traumatic stress began to impact the human squad's mentality. The tremor beneath all of their feet suddenly begins to unfold.

A bleeding tank-like zombie monster crashed through the drywall of the Blood Harvest Cabin and started shrieking hysterically. Bill and Francis made their way up the steps, while Zoey and Louis encountered unspeakable sights.

Time began to slow as a hooded zombie named the hunter leaped onto the rooftop and began ripping and tearing Bill's flesh from Francis' internal organs. As the rounds from Francis' dual pistols-penetrated the crowd of zombie bodies on a regular basis, the view above of Bill's terrible demise began to cause Francis great concern.

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