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Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. Deus Ex Machina Part 2
Grant Hutton

Zulu backed up against the rough walls of the tunnel. He didn’t like rats. Especially not rats the size of small dogs. He proceeded through the tunnel, ready with his hammer in his right hand. He went along through the winding tunnel, with no trouble. He hopped out on the other side, where a metal cover lay on the floor. He stepped closer to take a better look when something beside him began to growl. He looked over and saw a dog with glowing red eyes. Chunks of skin and flesh were missing, and it smelled of disease and death. That’s when it hit him, and he fell to the floor. He hit it over and over with his hammer and it didn’t seem to register with it. He landed a blow on it’s head, and it hit the ground. The was a deep dent in it’s skull with some of the brain now exposed. Zulu brushed a fragment of bone off of his metal suit’s boot. The dog got up for round two.
“What the -!” Zulu started before landing another blow on it’s head. It fell down, it’s jaw barely hanging on. Zulu hit it again, and again, so this time it wouldn’t get up. It jerked attempting to get up and Zulu hit it in the legs over and over until it was a bloody stump. Then it hit him. This dog was never alive when he was fighting it. This was something that didn’t make sense. Mutants are a scientific possibility, but zombies? Not possible. Zulu walked over to the floor door, shaking his head all the way down to it. The door started rattling with a deep roar coming from below it. He jumped back, ready to flee if necessary. The rattling and roaring stopped.
Whatever was down there, it had left. Zulu walked around the hatch and looked through the crates to it’s side. He found a few flares, and an ancient tin of beef jerky, as well as a key. Suddenly, Zulu heard from the locked room, a scratching sound as well as an odd screaming. Zulu raced to the door and stuck the key in it’s hole. The screaming stopped just before he opened the door. He walked in the now abandoned room.
“Oh God. I’ve never seen so much blood. Christ, what just happened here?” Zulu wondered aloud.
“It would appear that someone was murdered.” L.A.C.S answered.
“Oh suck it up!” Blitz snarled.
Zulu ignored Blitz’s comment and investigated the room. He drained the fuel from some of the lanterns in the room, but left two on. He refilled his own and looked on. He saw scribblings on a book case. He looked to see deranged drawings of things like “Lit lighter plus rat equals happy face” and things like that. He walked over to a bloody desk and found a journal, and a news paper article from October 7th, 1997.
It read, “Greenland has a naturally high suicide but this year is higher near the small mine owned by Weishaupt Coal. Instead of the amount of yearly 24 people committing suicide, this mine has a disturbingly high 57 suicides. This is being investigated by the local authorities, the possible cause being chemicals, that are naturally sewn into the rock, which may cause schizophrenia or similar personality disorders which may raise the number. But, the nearby natives have a different explanation. They say that the Inuit spirits known as the Tuurngait live in the mountains.”
Zulu pocketed the note and the journal, and searched the drawers of the cabin. With nothing new found but dust bunnies, Zulu found a button the had a cord running to the floor door. He pushed the button and walked through.
Zulu didn’t know what was pushing him to go deeper into the mine, but he knew one thing. He needed answers. Now.
Zulu found himself in a larger mine tunnel, with more of those creepy eye pictures and weird “Motivational” posters, saying “Keep the power, with us” and other odd things. The stone seemed to have been dug up years ago, but new at the same time. The sounds seemed very... alien down there, rock falls sounded almost... organic, as if the rock was screaming. LOL CTRL+V UMAdshow less