Post apocalyptica?What a shithole. Everyone had their theories about how the world was gonna end. Zombies this, meteors that. Well no-one had the sense to combine them all, cause if they did, they?d have a much clearer picture about what they?d be dealing with. It all started so innocently, with genetic testing. If that?s the innocent start, you know that what lies to come is pretty bad. Anyways, the scientist pigs of the former U.S. of A. were trying to unlock the secrets of genesplicing, a method of mixing animal genes with human ones. They did the obvious stuff first, like dogs and birds, trying every combination available. It wasn?t until some super genius, a psycho named Phillipe Irving, created a so called ?Philosophers Stone? to solve the bonding problems the scientists had been having.
See, even though a person may share like 90% or something of their DNA with say, a rat, that other 10 or so percent can cause some pretty big changes. The first human ever spliced lasted a week before he came apart at the seams, literally. Like, the enzymes in his body broke down the lining of his skin and he melted. That was a human-chimp mixture, the closest damn thing we?ve got to a genetic ancestor. Anyways, after Irving introduced his miracle cure to the problem, genesplicing was just the start.
Werewolves? No problem. Bird-men? Cake. There wasn?t a creepy gene splice scientists couldn?t do. Soon, it wasn?t enough for them to just make hybrids. They wanted war machines, like any self-respecting anonymous science branch of a corrupt government would. Within a week, they were pumping out soldiers that could jump ten stories, take small arms fire and be none the worse for wear, and flip cars like they were made of cardboard. But was that enough? No. They needed more. More craziness, more bells and whistles! Enter?me. I was the first of my kind, but also the last. My name is Karma. Fitting.
So, a bit about me. My skin is harder than any known substance known, and the texture of a nice granite. My eyes can pick out a fly at seven hundred yards with the sun in my face. My nose is like a bloodhound?s. I?ve got ears that can hear a heartbeat through a steel wall. I can feel the magnetic field of the earth and use it to navigate more accurately than any bird in the sky. Those are the good qualities I?ve got. The bad makes it seem a little more balanced.
People always look at one thing on me the first time they meet me, and it?s not my breasts. It?s my eyes. My damned eyes. They?re a sickly cream color, no pupils or iris, and they
glow.
I?ve heard ?em described in many ways, but I think the most accurate is ?like fuckin? lanterns?. You see, I?m a ghoul, the perfect killer. Once dead, but brought back to life through some science-y voodoo, and upgraded to do some death-dealing of my own. I don?t breathe, my heart is still, and I feed on the dead. I?m immortal, in the truest sense of the word. ?But Karma! You said you were gonna talk about what?s bad about you! Immortality is super cool?except for the feeding part? That?s right. To keep myself going strong, I?ve got to eat the people I kill. Goody goody. However, I?m the only one that survived the ghoulification, and since they did such a good job, the scientists couldn?t re-kill me to study why I succeeded. Stupid men.
Audio log #1, Year 2153, Karma~
All quiet on the home front. A lone raven cawed in the distance, rising to the appearance of the sun. On the roof of a desiccated skyscraper, a bundle of rags shifted about. Slowly, a woman unfolded herself and stood up straight, stretching towards the sky with a groan. She smacked her lips and blinked sleepily, scratching her back as she scanned the horizon. With a sigh, she approached the ledge of her temporary home and looked over, peering at the ground far below. Small shapes moved around aimlessly, occasionally clashing and squabbling, but never for very long.
?Breakfast,? grinned the woman as she simply stepped off the ledge, plummeting straight down like a rock. After freefalling for around ten seconds, she slammed into the pavement at ground level so hard that she was buried up to her knees. However, she was unfazed and pulled herself out as if she was simply stuck in loose sand. The shambling, rotting creatures around her looked at her blankly for a second before resuming their business.
Karma scoffed in disdain. ?Fuckin? zombies. No fun attol,? she spat. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a bit of movement and turned to her left. One zombie had turned and was shambling quicker in a general ?away-from-her? direction. Karma smiled a bit as she trotted after it, hoping it would run. When the rotter noticed its hungry pursuer chasing after it, the creature broke into a full fledged sprint. This one must have been recently turned, as it was making little fear noises and had pretty good balance and speed. No matter.
Like a hungry dog, Karma dropped to a sprinters stance and took off, using all fours to catch up. Her arms elongated to assist in her gait, and her fingers and bare toes dug little divots into the concrete as she tore after the prey. Right as she entered leaping distance, the zombie was splattered by a group of bandits in a buggy. Karma didn?t miss a beat, however and pursued her new targets.
?OI! GUNTER! Got ourselves a chaser! Get rid ovit!? barked the driver, having noticed Karma in his side mirror. The gunner looked over his shoulder, swinging his gatling gun into view and spooling up the weapon. As soon as it was ready, he jammed down on the triggers and sent a blistering lead wind downrange at his pursuer. Unfortunately for him, Karma took that exact moment to pounce, and she cleared the little buggy, landing on the hood gracefully.
Karma turned around and grinned at the driver, exposing her obsidian teeth?all of them, in their sharpened, unholy glory. The bandit screamed high pitched like a little girl and swerved, trying to shake her off. Adopting a ?silly man? facial expression, Karma punched through the steel mesh that served as the windshield and ground her fingers into the man?s skull. His passenger opened up with a hand cannon, blasting at her fruitlessly. The ghoul?s nails elongated into talons, extending into the man?s head and causing him to scream even louder and incidentally wet himself.
?Yummy. I like screamers,? she giggled, before pulling the front half of the man?s skull through the windshield. The buggy slowly revved down and ground to a stop, at which point the bandits spilled out of the car and surrounded her, guns pointed but not firing. Karma ignored them, instead focusing on her breakfast. She glanced at one of the bandit men before popping one of their former leader?s eyes into her mouth and squishing it with her slate grey tongue, sending eyeball jelly out of her open lips and all over the hood of the car. One of the bandits vomited.
Karma tossed the remnant of the face onto the buggy, sporting a disappointed expression. ?Too fresh, he was. Makes me a bit sick inside. No matter. It?ll pass.? She stood up and brushed off her raggedy pants, turning to the men with a blood-stained smile. ?So?What?s new then, hey??
[This is Part one...I guess. Lemme know what you think!]
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