Post by Rai Chiller on Apr 1, 2010 11:23:02 GMT -6
Living Dead Inc.
[/center]The year is 2020. The sun sets on the gorgeous city of Willamette Colorado. A small van cuts through the city streets; toward a large office building. The building of course; belongs to Living Dead Incorporated. The small van is carrying you, your friend Kyle, and your other buddy Jack. You've been recently hired to work at Living Dead Inc. Serving as a temp to work in the sales department. You're a little nervous, as you've heard strange things have come out of that place. Your buddy Kyle looks out the window. He was hired to work as a electrician for some backwater company here in Colorado. He's secretly jealous of you, but you don't know that yet.
Jack is going to be a pimp working on the dark alleys of Colorado. He said he'd loan you a few Ho's every once in awhile, but don't count on it. Dem bitches be feisty. (Figuratively)
You drop off Jack in the middle of the road. He flicks you off and takes a couple gulps of whiskey. You wave goodbye and drive off. Kyle is passed out in the backseat. You shake your head and remember your hangover from earlier. Kyle must still have his...
You drop Kyle off at the Apartment. As you, Jack, and Kyle will all be living there for awhile. You pick up your keys and a couple pop tarts and head back to the van. But not before looking out the window...
The city of Willamette was glistening tonight. The skyscrapers ominously towering over everything else. You feel... Insignificant compared to the largest building of all: Living Dead Inc.
You walk back to your car. You thought you saw the landlord, but you didn't. (Or... Did you?) Speeding off toward to the city streets, you notice a midget getting raped by monkeys in the corner of an alley. You glance over, but the monkeys glare back and you speedily drive off. You curse loudly at all the dumbass drivers on the street. They all turn around and screech 'Fuck you too, Buddy!' in various accents and languages; Including Latin and Greek.
After six hours of waiting at a stop light, you speed toward the skyscraper again. Resuming your need fo' speed. However, a cop catches sight of you, and tails you with his sirens blaring. You loudly scream 'OH SHI-' as you swerve to dodge the cop. There's no time to waste! The cop pulls out a Uzi and begins shooting randomly at your car. A few bullets pierce the back, but nothing major. You roll down your window and flick him off, but he begins shooting at your hand so you pussy out and pull it back. After five hours of zipping along the maze of streets and alleys, you finally lose the cop. Thank goodness you just bought this car, so it's license plate is merely the logo of 'CRAZY AL'S FUCKING CRAZY SUPREMELY KRAZY SUPER DELUXE AUTO DEALERSHIP AND EMPORIUM/ METH LAB'. Well, as long as the bullet holes don't give you away (They really don't), you won't be pulled over anymore!
Turns out you're one block away from the Corporate building. So you drive up the slopes of the Parking lot on the hunt for a space. 'How many people even fucking work here?!' you cry in disbelief as seemingly every single spot is taken. After three hours of treading along this horrid wasteland, you finally spot somebody getting out of their spot! You speed toward to take your prize, but alas. It's a senior staff only spot. You glare at the crazy Mexican leaving the parking lot. He glares back. You notice he's carrying a magnum, so you back off. You look at the clock. Oh shit! Looks like you've got five minutes to make it in time! You look around desperately searching for a spot. Your career depends on it. You spot a fatass hummer clogging up two spots! Inspecting his license plate closely, you see he's from Texas. "Pfft, must be a Janitor. I mean, how many people from Texas could POSSIBLY be interested in Living Dead?' you chuckle to yourself, ignoring the fact that you're from Minnesota.
You notice a small clown car is taking up an entire space. You laugh delightfully as you crush it under your superior van power. The satisfying crunch pleasures you. In fact, you think there might have been a dog or something in there. Oh shit, you might have just killed someone's dog. Hoping they don't have security cameras, you pull out quickly and speed away. You say 'Fuck it.' and park on the curb. You sprint toward the elevator, but for some reason there's a monkey there. You say 'Fuck you' to the monkey and kick him away from the elevator button. Pressing it frantically, you check your watch. You have two minutes, bitch. The anticipation causes you to sweat profusely. The monkey walks away clenching it's nose, as you scoff at it. I mean, not like the monkey smells like a basket of fucking roses either.
The elevator door opens. You storm inside; and a man with an incredible beard greets you. You stand back to take in the pure fantastical delight of a beard this man possesses. As you walk out, you wave back at his amazing facial hair.
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As you step into the main building, there appears to be Televisions everywhere. As well as computer monitors. Xbox 360's litter the floor. Some of them with urine dripping off or feces smeared all over it. A man walks up to you.
"You must be the rook. Come with me, we're gonna go see the chief." He guides you to a dark looking hallway. Blood oozing off the walls. Claw marks were spar-singly deposited in key location for maximum badass factor. You feel scared, and lonely, as you walk into the Chief's office.
A demonic voice awaits.
"Close the fucking door, shit brain."
You piss yourself. Dark eyes reveal themselves in the center of the room.
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They pierce your soul. Nearly destroying it.
"Now... You must be the new temp."
You nod slowly.
"I... Am your Chief. You, are my bitch."
You start to cry as you nod.
"My name... Is Ace. However, you will refer to me as Chief. UNDERSTOOD?" He raises his voice.
Tears drip from your cheek as you nod.
"Good. Now I want you go find a man named Ninto in the office area. You will sit by him until instructed otherwise. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD."
"Yes!"
"Good. Now leave..." You watch as he picks up a orphan and bites it's head off. Blood sprays all over his face, but he doesn't care. You hold back vomit as you run out as fast as you can. It looks like a little blood got over your nice new white collar shirt...
"Hmmm." The man inspects you.
"What?" You ask.
"It's just that nearly 5/6 of all the rookies have probably bailed, or killed themselves, by now."
"By NOW?!"
"Yeah, they usually don't even make it out of the room after the Chief's done with 'em."
You sigh, and tell him to lead you to Ninto, and hopefully, your desk.
"Oh yeah, and you pissed yourself by the way." The man informs you.
"Shit."