HTTP/1.1 404 Object Not Found Server: Microsoft-IIS/5.0 Date: Tue, 02 Jun 2009 14:04:11 GMT Cluster-Server: WEB1 P3P: CP="NOI ADMa OUR STP" X-Powered-By: ASP.NET Connection: close Content-Type: text/html

404 Object Not Found

Articles

HTTP/1.1 404 Object Not Found Server: Microsoft-IIS/5.0 Date: Tue, 02 Jun 2009 14:04:11 GMT Cluster-Server: WEB1 P3P: CP="NOI ADMa OUR STP" X-Powered-By: ASP.NET Connection: close Content-Type: text/html

404 Object Not Found

 Buy Games

News
 Current / Submit
 Archive / Search
 POTD / Submit

Files
 Main Files

Community
 Hosted Sites
 Forums
 Chat
 Help Wanted
 Mailing Lists
 Get Hosted!
 Contact Us
 Advertise With Us
 Staff

Features
 Index
 Articles
 Mod of the Week
 Levels of the Week
 Model of the Week
 QuakeScopes
 QuakeCon 2005
 Dear Mynx
 PQ Poll
 Mailbag
 Rants N'Raves
 Tech Tips
 Week in Review
 Classic PQ


HTTP/1.1 404 Object Not Found Server: Microsoft-IIS/5.0 Date: Tue, 02 Jun 2009 14:04:11 GMT Cluster-Server: WEB1 P3P: CP="NOI ADMa OUR STP" X-Powered-By: ASP.NET Connection: close Content-Type: text/html

404 Object Not Found


    PlanetQuake | Features | Articles | Generations - Chapter 2
   

Generations
Five Generations - One Eternal Combat
  — by Lee'Mon


Sgt. Blaze was in a London military encampment. Having just been debriefed after his escape from the Nazi castle, he was now in the medical ward having his wounds treated.

"Well, Sergeant Blaze, it would almost appear that you defeated the Nazis... singlehandedly," said Lieutenant Weems, the British officer that had debriefed him.

Blaze gave no sure sign of agreement. "I did what I needed to do to get out of there. The rest was just payback for what those bastards did to humanity."

"Fair enough. We'll be speaking with your commanding officers and the American military, but I can tell you now that we expect your mission to remain highly classified. I'll have to ask you not to speak of your mission to anyone."

"You won't hear any complaints out of me," Blaze replied. "The Nazis know who sent'em to their maker. You tell the press whatever you want to tell them."

Lt. Weems smiled. "You're a commendable soldier, Blaze. Congratulations for a job well done."

The medical officer examining Sgt. Blaze looked up from his magnifying glass. "Lieutenant, you may wish to have a look at this." As the lieutenant walked over, the medtech began, "I first thought something was peculiar when I examined the sergeant's bullet wounds. You said he had been shot a few days ago, but these wounds look like they've been healed for months."

Weems gave him a peculiar glance as he continued. "I took a tissue sample, and stained it to examine the cells. You can see for yourself what happened." As the lieutenant examined the microscope, he went on. "The stained cells should have been killed, but not only are they still alive, they're actively rejecting the stain." The medtech pointed at the slide. "In fact, several of the dead cells are slowly coming alive, one by one."

Lt. Weems looked up. "What does this all mean?"

"Frankly, sir, this is the most peculiar tissue sample I've seen. If I hadn't taken it from the sergeant myself, I wouldn't have believed it." He lowered his voice. "This man has some form of regenerative ability unlike any human."

The lieutenant opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a PFC burst through the doors of the medical ward. "Lieutenant!" he shouted. "There's an emergency!"

"What is it, private?" Lt. Weems responded.

"We're being attacked, sir!" came the reply.

"Attacked? By what?"

The PFC gulped. "Frankly, sir, we're not sure what."

Lieutenant Weems turned to Sergeant Blaze, but he had already run out the door.

Klaxon warnings went off through out the base. MPs scattered, heading toward the gates.

Sgt. Blaze burst through the outer doors of the medical ward, searching for the source of the chaos. His search was short-lived, however, as an explosion near the east gate pinpointed the intruder... or intruders.

Blaze ran towards the nearest armory. He heard the sounds of gunfire as the MPs tried to bring down the intruder. However, he froze in his tracks when he heard a decidedly inhuman scream... one he'd heard before, one that haunted his nightmares.

He ran into the armory, where a private was unpacking machine guns, and handing them out to the MPs. He handed one to Blaze, but the sergeant brushed it aside, and ran further into the armory. He located the box he was looking for, and pried it open with his bootknife. Grabbing his weapon of choice and some ammo, he ran towards the attacker. The private protested as he left, "Sir, you're not authorized..."

Sgt. Blaze dismissed him as he departed with one hand and a single word: "Zombies."



[Main Page] [Features] [Files] [Forums] [Contact] [Hosting Info]

HTTP/1.1 404 Object Not Found Server: Microsoft-IIS/5.0 Date: Tue, 02 Jun 2009 14:04:11 GMT Cluster-Server: WEB1 P3P: CP="NOI ADMa OUR STP" X-Powered-By: ASP.NET Connection: close Content-Type: text/html

404 Object Not Found