((Zombiees~! :,D ok so N.Korea (me) is responsible for a mass zombie outbreak, his entire nation engulfed in the living dead . . . yeah . . . uhh . . . you can be infected or you can be a survivor . . . Hyung (me) is like a carrier, which will happen when your entire nation is overrun . . . when you are a carrier you can walk freely through the zombies without being attacked, Hyung doesn't know this and I doubt everyone else does xDD and . . . yeah . . . ))
This is it, Hyung thought, looking down upon the scientists scurrying around like mice, creating the perfect weapon for their glorious country, I will finally take over my brother. There will finally be only one Korea, and there's nothing those idiotic Americans can do about it
For years Hyung had proposed this plan to his boss, and it was only until their recently thwarted attempts to take over South had it been accepted. The goal was to make a soldier that can take hundreds of bullets and still be able to fight. Immortality surely promised victory, and not just victory over South, but victory over the world. With these soldiers North Korea will be able to control the world.
The scientist that were running about a . . . loyal . . . man on the operating table below had ran back to a safety zone as they prepared to complete their hard work. One of the scientist counted down, pulling a lever when he reached zero. Sparks of electricity flew across the room, making the group of scientists duck. The sparks connected with the man, smoke slowly rising from the body. The electricity subsided, from where Hyung stood he could easily see the burnt body of the man. His body was charred black, his skin turned to ash. The body was unmoving, and didn't appear to be breathing. Annoyed, Hyung pressed the intercom button, demanding what had happened. The confused scientist quickly swarmed the body, not wanting to be the next one to be tested on.
It's been months since that day, the memory etched into the back of Hyung's mind. He was one the roof on an office building, facing the door that led to the stair well. He sat leaning against the small wall bordering the edges. Tremors shook from within his body, pain racking each of his ragged breaths. His land was covered in ruin, fires ate away the streets, the occasional scream shaking the air. What he had created, now runs amok throughout North Korea, possibly swarming into the other Countries. Whatever they were, they were unstoppable. They were immortal.
The sickening scent of burning flesh saturated the air, suffocating any other scent. At this point Hyung was laying on his side, still on the roof of a building. He clutched himself tightly, attempting to will away the quakes of pain. From the streets below moans carried up by the winds were audible to him, making him even more aware of his horrible mistake. He started to blame himself for all of this massacre, but he wasn't going to admit it. If he admitted that this was his fault and that he felt sorry then he would appear weak and pitiful. Needing the aid of someone wasn't what Hyung wanted, he was perfectly able to take care of this himself.
Using the small wall to support himself, Hyung slowly rose himself to a stand. He clutched the wall as his vision warped and made him feel dizzy. He took a couple deep breaths, trying to not take in any of the noxious scents, as he steadied his mind. Once the spinning had stopped, he looked towards the door. Only a few steps . . . he thought, stepping forward. His knee buckled, making him fall down. He laid there, an incredible pain shooting up his spine, making him groan. His thoughts went fuzzy from the pain, as he realized that he wouldn't be able to do anything until the pain subsided.
This is it, Hyung thought, looking down upon the scientists scurrying around like mice, creating the perfect weapon for their glorious country, I will finally take over my brother. There will finally be only one Korea, and there's nothing those idiotic Americans can do about it
For years Hyung had proposed this plan to his boss, and it was only until their recently thwarted attempts to take over South had it been accepted. The goal was to make a soldier that can take hundreds of bullets and still be able to fight. Immortality surely promised victory, and not just victory over South, but victory over the world. With these soldiers North Korea will be able to control the world.
The scientist that were running about a . . . loyal . . . man on the operating table below had ran back to a safety zone as they prepared to complete their hard work. One of the scientist counted down, pulling a lever when he reached zero. Sparks of electricity flew across the room, making the group of scientists duck. The sparks connected with the man, smoke slowly rising from the body. The electricity subsided, from where Hyung stood he could easily see the burnt body of the man. His body was charred black, his skin turned to ash. The body was unmoving, and didn't appear to be breathing. Annoyed, Hyung pressed the intercom button, demanding what had happened. The confused scientist quickly swarmed the body, not wanting to be the next one to be tested on.
It's been months since that day, the memory etched into the back of Hyung's mind. He was one the roof on an office building, facing the door that led to the stair well. He sat leaning against the small wall bordering the edges. Tremors shook from within his body, pain racking each of his ragged breaths. His land was covered in ruin, fires ate away the streets, the occasional scream shaking the air. What he had created, now runs amok throughout North Korea, possibly swarming into the other Countries. Whatever they were, they were unstoppable. They were immortal.
The sickening scent of burning flesh saturated the air, suffocating any other scent. At this point Hyung was laying on his side, still on the roof of a building. He clutched himself tightly, attempting to will away the quakes of pain. From the streets below moans carried up by the winds were audible to him, making him even more aware of his horrible mistake. He started to blame himself for all of this massacre, but he wasn't going to admit it. If he admitted that this was his fault and that he felt sorry then he would appear weak and pitiful. Needing the aid of someone wasn't what Hyung wanted, he was perfectly able to take care of this himself.
Using the small wall to support himself, Hyung slowly rose himself to a stand. He clutched the wall as his vision warped and made him feel dizzy. He took a couple deep breaths, trying to not take in any of the noxious scents, as he steadied his mind. Once the spinning had stopped, he looked towards the door. Only a few steps . . . he thought, stepping forward. His knee buckled, making him fall down. He laid there, an incredible pain shooting up his spine, making him groan. His thoughts went fuzzy from the pain, as he realized that he wouldn't be able to do anything until the pain subsided.
