x777x
10-27-2008, 06:11 PM
not for the weak of heart. vote or die.
Deep underground, in an abandoned COBRA prison complex somewhere in South America, a lone Crimson Guardsman is left by his troop commander to stand guard. To guard against what, he is not told. Alone, confused and generally pissed off, he sits on a flight of stairs leading into a holding cell with the doors blown from their hinges in some long forgotten battle. A noise comes from the chamber behind him, a generator or pump of some sort kicking on. He stands to explore the source and removes his helmet because it is dark and there seems to be no danger. The doorway is blocked by a COBRA statue. He pushes it aside and climbs around the rubble, propping his riffle against the wall. A faint, but growing green light is being emitted from a tall tank of some sort filled with a thick fluid. The smell being emitted from the tank is nothing short of nauseating, but curiosity and honest boredom prevent him from turning back. Checking out what is left of a fish tank is much better than waiting with your thumb up your ass for, God knows what, after all. Moving closer he can tell that there is a large something inside, shock siezes him as he realizes it's human form. His instinct tells him to turn back for his gun, but he does not. He squints against the fog inside the tall tube. He is used to seeing bodies in uniform, but is forced closer when he catches sight of U.S. Medals pinned to said uniform. Pressing his right hand against the stained glass, he peers closer and freezes solid when the realization of who is decaying beyond. All moisture is stolen from his mouth, sweat drips from his nose, tears flood his vision as the rotted thing moves. Because of the shock, he barely notices the pain and presence on his right bicep. Jerking violently backward he trips, and tries to muster a scream as he falls in slow motion. A glimpse of the goul staring blankly at him from the darkness stifles the scream. Slipping in and out of consciousness, his head aches above his right eye. He wonders how bad the concussion is as the thing drags itself closer and begins eating his right hand. Darkness overtakes him. When he awakens...he's hungry.
Watching remotely from his screening room, someplace far away, Dr. Mindbender smiles.
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i used a 25tha crimson guard, some stupid yelling build'n'brawl wrestler and an anakin skywalker right hand.
accessories include closed mouth original "Fred" head and a sleeveless right arm to show first bite damage.
Deep underground, in an abandoned COBRA prison complex somewhere in South America, a lone Crimson Guardsman is left by his troop commander to stand guard. To guard against what, he is not told. Alone, confused and generally pissed off, he sits on a flight of stairs leading into a holding cell with the doors blown from their hinges in some long forgotten battle. A noise comes from the chamber behind him, a generator or pump of some sort kicking on. He stands to explore the source and removes his helmet because it is dark and there seems to be no danger. The doorway is blocked by a COBRA statue. He pushes it aside and climbs around the rubble, propping his riffle against the wall. A faint, but growing green light is being emitted from a tall tank of some sort filled with a thick fluid. The smell being emitted from the tank is nothing short of nauseating, but curiosity and honest boredom prevent him from turning back. Checking out what is left of a fish tank is much better than waiting with your thumb up your ass for, God knows what, after all. Moving closer he can tell that there is a large something inside, shock siezes him as he realizes it's human form. His instinct tells him to turn back for his gun, but he does not. He squints against the fog inside the tall tube. He is used to seeing bodies in uniform, but is forced closer when he catches sight of U.S. Medals pinned to said uniform. Pressing his right hand against the stained glass, he peers closer and freezes solid when the realization of who is decaying beyond. All moisture is stolen from his mouth, sweat drips from his nose, tears flood his vision as the rotted thing moves. Because of the shock, he barely notices the pain and presence on his right bicep. Jerking violently backward he trips, and tries to muster a scream as he falls in slow motion. A glimpse of the goul staring blankly at him from the darkness stifles the scream. Slipping in and out of consciousness, his head aches above his right eye. He wonders how bad the concussion is as the thing drags itself closer and begins eating his right hand. Darkness overtakes him. When he awakens...he's hungry.
Watching remotely from his screening room, someplace far away, Dr. Mindbender smiles.
http://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq352/xviiviiviix/ZOMBIE00.jpg
http://i463.photobucket.com/albums/qq352/xviiviiviix/ZOMBIE01.jpg
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i used a 25tha crimson guard, some stupid yelling build'n'brawl wrestler and an anakin skywalker right hand.
accessories include closed mouth original "Fred" head and a sleeveless right arm to show first bite damage.