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The Lab, The Hermit, and The Brain - A Beginning
Otherwise known as 'How this whole mess started'.
Well where do I begin?
It was about two years ago now... It was a dark and stormy night, when suddenly, a wheezing moan rang out only to be stopped abruptly by the flash from a muzzle, and a smoking gun. The maid screamed - except the maid was a zombie...
No... No, that's not it.
Well, my being here did indeed start with a bang. And it was a moderately dark night, and I'll admit it was drizzling a little, but I love that kind of weather, anyway. So, I was just here to take the job of keeper of this lovely little Graveyard (I'd been told other details would be given when I would show up). I had heard the rumor mill grinding about the dead rising around here, but I figured, as you do, it was just mass hysteria, or misdirected delusions broadcast by the media to inspire terror in the populace. (I'll also admit I was morbidly curious about the whole thing... :P )
Little did I know that my new gig was going to be a bit of a 'ground-zero'. Luckily, it's secluded enough to not cause enough incident to bring chaos toppling over onto our heads and flipping so-called-society inside out.
As I leant against the fence, waiting to be let in, a small car with tinted windows pulled up making quite a ruckus. It then clumsily screeched to a halt, rocking back & forth. I initially smirked thinking 'Oh, great, a free show? Get a room you freaks!’ But there weren't any kissy kissy noises coming from within the vehicle, oh no.
Let me tell you, the noises that DID come from it were terrified screaming, and someone calling out orders.
One of the doors swung open, and what appeared to be a security guard ran from the car, jabbering all sorts of crazy nonsense. He shoved a holster into my hands shrieking 'Here, you can take the job! I DON'T CARE' abruptly and proceeding to run screaming down the road into the night.
I instinctively removed the gun from its holster (9mm standard issue, figures), and approached the car knowing there were at least 2-3 individuals inside it as far as I could tell, anyway, since I could not tell for sure by the silhouettes I managed to make out through the window tint. The commotion and violent flailing didn't help sort what was what either.
I weaved my way around the car towards the open door, and that's when I realized - to my surprise - what was going on here. From what I could see there was a meek looking man, in brown horn rimmed glasses, in the passenger seat, with his back to the door firmly kicking at a snarling & frenzied hooligan in the back seat that was clawing at and attempting to get him.
However, this was no hooligan... To this day I do not forget the washed out milky stare that turned and glared at me in that moment, nor the hideous dead grin plastered on it's pasty & unpleasant complexion - hissing as it focused it's attention on me instead. Just charming.
It - whatever it was (of course, my mind was already saying 'omg zombie' but that whole rational logic thing kept me from even being capable of entertaining the idea) - was still strapped into its seat-belt, apparently not bright enough to unbuckle it.
I glanced at the driver seat and saw someone slumped over the steering wheel. It seemed like they were still breathing, though with great difficulty.
I had to act, so I went to the passenger seat to help the man get out - who by the way, was talking to this freakish thing in the back as if it were a 3 year old child, saying things like "Now, now, settle down, you've already done enough harm as it is!” Though I could not see him, I was taken aback at his nonchalant and seemingly disconnected handling of the current situation. Was he crazy?
Suddenly I heard a loud snap as the belt buckle finally gave way, and I immediately recoiled and whipped around, pulling the trigger. With a head shot, the zombie was dead. (all that zombie movie advice really works, kids!). The smoke twirled and danced out of the barrel, and I could not help but stare at it in awe, wondering if I was supposed to not have done that (shot the zombie, that is).
Everything went still and quiet, when the man spoke... "Young man, Corbin is it? Corbin you've most certainly exceeded my expectations! I do apologize for being late; our latest catch has caused quite a commotion. Didn't you? Yes, yes you did". All I could do at this point is blink in the direction of the passenger seat window. The window rolled down a bit, and I could see steely blue eyes scrutinizing me from behind the brown horn rimmed glasses. He glanced over at the dead zombie. In his shadow I could see he clasped his hands together as he said "Pah! No matter, I can always use the parts for my research! Hmm, it seems like my driver will have to take his place soon though", the driver groaned. I think I know what that meant, and I think you do, too.
Turning his eyes back to me he cheerfully continued his conversation with me as if all this was expected "When life hands you lemons, eh Mr. Corbin?” I simply nodded in agreement. He was kind of right after all. His hand poked through the window, "You can move into your 'keep' immediately, and please do make yourself at home and fix the place up as you please.” he quipped as I shook his hand. "Thanks, er, Mister...", I didn't bother trying to look into the car, as he obviously did not want me to see him fully, and I can understand a man who is trying to keep a low profile. "Doctor." he interjected. Of course, Doctor.
"Oh, and Mr. Corbin? Try to stay in the world of the living? Good help is most difficult to find for this sort of work, you know.", and the window rolled up. "Go on then Grant, drive, we'll fix you up at the lab."
The driver's silhouette struggled to sit up, and I could see his left hand reach up and over to his shoulder, as the car shifted into gear.
I shut the side door taking one last glance at the zombie, whose dispatch landed me the job, somehow knowing that it wouldn't be the last time I saw one of those things, let alone took 'care' of one.
And you know what?
It was alright.
I waved at the car as it rolled into the graveyard, and I followed, turning only to shut the gates behind us.
My work here had begun.
Well where do I begin?
It was about two years ago now... It was a dark and stormy night, when suddenly, a wheezing moan rang out only to be stopped abruptly by the flash from a muzzle, and a smoking gun. The maid screamed - except the maid was a zombie...
No... No, that's not it.
Well, my being here did indeed start with a bang. And it was a moderately dark night, and I'll admit it was drizzling a little, but I love that kind of weather, anyway. So, I was just here to take the job of keeper of this lovely little Graveyard (I'd been told other details would be given when I would show up). I had heard the rumor mill grinding about the dead rising around here, but I figured, as you do, it was just mass hysteria, or misdirected delusions broadcast by the media to inspire terror in the populace. (I'll also admit I was morbidly curious about the whole thing... :P )
Little did I know that my new gig was going to be a bit of a 'ground-zero'. Luckily, it's secluded enough to not cause enough incident to bring chaos toppling over onto our heads and flipping so-called-society inside out.
As I leant against the fence, waiting to be let in, a small car with tinted windows pulled up making quite a ruckus. It then clumsily screeched to a halt, rocking back & forth. I initially smirked thinking 'Oh, great, a free show? Get a room you freaks!’ But there weren't any kissy kissy noises coming from within the vehicle, oh no.
Let me tell you, the noises that DID come from it were terrified screaming, and someone calling out orders.
One of the doors swung open, and what appeared to be a security guard ran from the car, jabbering all sorts of crazy nonsense. He shoved a holster into my hands shrieking 'Here, you can take the job! I DON'T CARE' abruptly and proceeding to run screaming down the road into the night.
I instinctively removed the gun from its holster (9mm standard issue, figures), and approached the car knowing there were at least 2-3 individuals inside it as far as I could tell, anyway, since I could not tell for sure by the silhouettes I managed to make out through the window tint. The commotion and violent flailing didn't help sort what was what either.
I weaved my way around the car towards the open door, and that's when I realized - to my surprise - what was going on here. From what I could see there was a meek looking man, in brown horn rimmed glasses, in the passenger seat, with his back to the door firmly kicking at a snarling & frenzied hooligan in the back seat that was clawing at and attempting to get him.
However, this was no hooligan... To this day I do not forget the washed out milky stare that turned and glared at me in that moment, nor the hideous dead grin plastered on it's pasty & unpleasant complexion - hissing as it focused it's attention on me instead. Just charming.
It - whatever it was (of course, my mind was already saying 'omg zombie' but that whole rational logic thing kept me from even being capable of entertaining the idea) - was still strapped into its seat-belt, apparently not bright enough to unbuckle it.
I glanced at the driver seat and saw someone slumped over the steering wheel. It seemed like they were still breathing, though with great difficulty.
I had to act, so I went to the passenger seat to help the man get out - who by the way, was talking to this freakish thing in the back as if it were a 3 year old child, saying things like "Now, now, settle down, you've already done enough harm as it is!” Though I could not see him, I was taken aback at his nonchalant and seemingly disconnected handling of the current situation. Was he crazy?
Suddenly I heard a loud snap as the belt buckle finally gave way, and I immediately recoiled and whipped around, pulling the trigger. With a head shot, the zombie was dead. (all that zombie movie advice really works, kids!). The smoke twirled and danced out of the barrel, and I could not help but stare at it in awe, wondering if I was supposed to not have done that (shot the zombie, that is).
Everything went still and quiet, when the man spoke... "Young man, Corbin is it? Corbin you've most certainly exceeded my expectations! I do apologize for being late; our latest catch has caused quite a commotion. Didn't you? Yes, yes you did". All I could do at this point is blink in the direction of the passenger seat window. The window rolled down a bit, and I could see steely blue eyes scrutinizing me from behind the brown horn rimmed glasses. He glanced over at the dead zombie. In his shadow I could see he clasped his hands together as he said "Pah! No matter, I can always use the parts for my research! Hmm, it seems like my driver will have to take his place soon though", the driver groaned. I think I know what that meant, and I think you do, too.
Turning his eyes back to me he cheerfully continued his conversation with me as if all this was expected "When life hands you lemons, eh Mr. Corbin?” I simply nodded in agreement. He was kind of right after all. His hand poked through the window, "You can move into your 'keep' immediately, and please do make yourself at home and fix the place up as you please.” he quipped as I shook his hand. "Thanks, er, Mister...", I didn't bother trying to look into the car, as he obviously did not want me to see him fully, and I can understand a man who is trying to keep a low profile. "Doctor." he interjected. Of course, Doctor.
"Oh, and Mr. Corbin? Try to stay in the world of the living? Good help is most difficult to find for this sort of work, you know.", and the window rolled up. "Go on then Grant, drive, we'll fix you up at the lab."
The driver's silhouette struggled to sit up, and I could see his left hand reach up and over to his shoulder, as the car shifted into gear.
I shut the side door taking one last glance at the zombie, whose dispatch landed me the job, somehow knowing that it wouldn't be the last time I saw one of those things, let alone took 'care' of one.
And you know what?
It was alright.
I waved at the car as it rolled into the graveyard, and I followed, turning only to shut the gates behind us.
My work here had begun.
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Comment by koga of the damned on October 9, 2008 at 8:19pm - really now............*starts to ponder the stuff he read*
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Comment by Corbin Poe on September 18, 2008 at 11:28am - I'm sure you'll be reading about THAT episode not too long from now. ;)
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Comment by thedarkcloak on September 18, 2008 at 11:26am -
Wow, so that's how it all started, eh? Looking forward to reading Cassandra's.
Will you be telling us how you two bumped heads? or Head to Jar for that matter?
*waves and runs back to his little corner*
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