User blog:Forgotten Madness/Life in the view of Medic (This is just A Fan-Fic, Cause I have nothing to do)

Great. Just great. Damn virus infecting everybody....Those who are lucky to survive....Get infected sooner or later. So I'll record what's happening to me before I turn into one of them.

NOTE: This is just a Fan-Fic. This isn't canon. I'm just doing it for fun.

Chapter 1- A Sorta Brief History of Me
So Before I go out and shoot s***, I'll tell you my history, As best as I can. === My name is Phileas "Patch" Arzt, Arzt is German for "Doctor, Born on September 4, 3077, But anyway, I lived with my parents, In Thera. I technically lived there since My Family lived in a Space Station near Thera. My Dad was an Assault in the SAS and my Mom was training new ones. I wanted to become a doctor, But seeing I had the chance to impress my parents by becoming a Medical SAS. I always choose Destiny over Dreams.  === So yeah, Blah blah blah,

FAST FORWARD

September 11, 3095
One week after I became 18, I immediately enlisted, Before I truly became a SAS, I went through training, Not with my Mom of course, Since she'd want to get me in even if I sucked real bad. I went through many tests. I pretty much failed the tests that a Heavy would be good at, I passed the tests for an Assault, And I got a "Recommendation" for a Medic. Hell yeah!, Mission accomplished!

October 31, 3095
I met my first team. We were small, Only 4, But hey, Numbers doesn't always mean power. I was nicknamed "Patch", Since that means Heal or Help or whatever. My teammates were: An Assault named Palmer, Named after this favorite 19 and 20th Century Handwriting, Which is still being used to this day, Nicknamed "Leeroy Jenkins", Due to his ability to run fast and is always likely to run in first. Funny how 21st Century Memes are still here huh? A Heavy named Mikhail, Nicknamed "Pootis", The name he uses is "Chains", A reference to a 21st Century game called PAYDAY: THE HEIST, Pootis was for laughs, I noticed his name and nickname is a reference to the Heavy from a game called Team Fortress 2, A 21st Century Game still popular to this day. And another Heavy named Gaben(Lol), Nicknamed "Meat Shield", The name he uses is "Broker". Fun Fact, He's named after 21st Century guy named Gabe Newell, Founder of VALVe Corporation, Who was jokingly suspected of not being able to count to 3, So Gaben does the exact same thing, Just for laughs.

December 25, 3104
Crap. It's Christmas and an Outbreak just arrived. Must be humanity's "present" for being "naughty". Even worse news, My Father got infected at my home. My Mother had no choice than to take him out of his misery. Being one of the first to encounter the virus, She was also one the first to evacuate. All Hell went loose on my planet. Things on Aartis aren't going good either. There's zombies at the Space Station I'm in, And my Dropship can't depart thanks to these bastards. Well, Time to go and fight.

Now, 12:47 AM
"I opened the doors! Everyone get your ass outta there! Move Move Move!" I said. I didn't know this was coming. Might as well get my equipment.

"Patch! You forgot your equipment!" Leeroy warned me. "Everyone out, NOW! Defend those Ramp Doors! I'll repair them!" The Pilot told us. Hopefully he does his job or we'll run dry on ammo and die. The Pilot's name is Jeffrey, Nicknamed by everyone "Joker" due to his fondness of jokes. But not this time he was joking. He's very damn serious.

"I'm coming Leeroy, I had to open those Damn doors."

Leeroy: "What do you want? What's left is a Gigavo-" "I'LL TAKE IT!" ", A RIA 313-" Leeroy Continued. "I'LL TAKE IT!" Leeroy: "A HVM 004-" Leeroy Continued again. "GIMME THAT!" Leeroy: "A RIA 50, Mustang, RIA 30 Strikeforce, HVM 008, HVM 003, HVM 006, And HVM 009." Leeroy finished his sentence after my Interruptions.

"OK, Chains? (We rarely used Pootis, Only on Celebrations we use it, For laughs.) Chains? Where are you?" "In the Explosives room! I'll get the HVM MPG, Since that's the only one!" Chains replied. "OK People, Ready to move out? Joker said.

Once step ahead of ya Joker.

"RUSH PLAN PEOPLE! PATCH AND CHAINS ON ONE SIDE!, AND LEEROY AND BROKER ON THE OTHER! GOT THAT?" Joker said on our Comms. "Yeah we got it Joker." I replied. "Good. Just don't die alright?" "Of course we won't die. We got the experimental Respawn Technology right?" Chains replied nervously. I can tell since this was EXPERIMENTAL. We're not sure if this is gonna work or not. So we volounteered, Taking the Great risk. Awesome isn't it?

"Guys! Joker here, I can repair the ramps in 6 and a half minutes! Got it?"

"Sure Joker. We can handle this. Leeroy out."

1:03 AM, 6 Minutes Left.
It's just damn Shamblers...Basic, Weak, Even in numbers. We just used our pistols. Using the Mass-Produced Technology "Unli-Pistol Ammo", We had no problem with ammo. Though Chains got a lot of kills, He had a Mustang, A sidearm shotgun. I prepared some Medkits, Just in case. Seeing these Shamblers makes me want to remember, What about my Father? What is I kill his Zombified Version? I should really stop thinking about him. C'mon Patch, Focus, Focus. I was also part-engineer, So I could make a makeshift Automated High Caliber Generic Purpose Sentry Turret.

1:04 AM, 5 Minutes Left.
Some Stalkers are now appearing......Better place that makeshift Turret. 'Places turret behind some boxes and barricades it with them' Great....That should work. Titanium Boxes mixed with some Iridium, Colored Silver. They are completely invincible against Melee attacks, But not against Heavy Barrages of 12.7mm Bullets. Seriously, This is the 32ND CENTURY. We should have better. I mean, Boxes getting destroyed by .50 CAL? Serious? "Patch! Need a medkit! Damn Spitters get me!" Leeroy yelled from afar. 'Throws Medkit' "There ya go Leeroy! Should work! "Thanks." I could hear him, But not very well.

1:04 AM, 4 Minutes Left
So Leeroy said Spitters were coming. Luckily, Immediately, Once the Outbreak started, Many people turned into the Different mutations you know now. So I know Shamblers, Stalkers, Spitters, Runners, Devastators, Wickers, Necrosises, And the Normal Zombies' Modifiers. "Agh! Patch! Make another Damn Sentry over here!" Broker yelled at me, Which was unneccessary, Since I was Checking on Leeroy, Who was with him, So I was on his Ramp. "OK Broker, 'Places HVM Turret' "That should help you."

1:05 AM, 3 Minutes Left
"Dammit! Bloaters are coming!" Chains warned everyone. "Guys, This is Joker, I'll place some supplies for you on the Cargo Bays. About a minute from now." "Chains, You can handle them with your Mustang! Remember you modified it so you can reload faster?" I reassured him. "Yeah but, THEY'RE COMING BY THE DOZEN!" Chains told me. "Move it Chains. I need to- HOLY CRAP. Chains, You have a HVM Turret?" I told him, Saw the "Dozen Bloaters" and boom. A HVM Turret was right next to him. "My Best Friend!" Chains joked.

1:06 AM, 2 Minutes Left
"Dammit! Zombies with Shields!" Broker yelled. "Whoa what? Let me see." I checked my ramp, And, Along with Chains, We both got surprised. "DON'T LET 'EM BREAK OUR RAMP BOYS!!" Leeroy yelled. His command disobeyed itself. Since the Shielders broke my Ramp down. "Crap." I said. "Leeroy! Take them on with you knife!" I commanded him. "YYEAAHHHHHH! SURPRISE MOTHER F***AH! A KNIFE MOTHER F***AH! Leeroy yelled, Becoming his Leeroy Jenkins self. It was pretty normal to the SAS, Not the Military. So right now, I'm seeing the Beauty of The Art of Knifing. His Knife disregards the Shields, Simply piercing through them. So us, Being back, Went in with our guns. "Waste 'em boys!" Broker commanded.

1:07 AM, 1 Minute Left
"Guys, Joker here, I see something on my Radar. It appears to be an Infected Surgeon. With a Super-F***ing-Weird Mutation in which it pukes out strange worms. Warning you guys, So tip: Fall back." Immediately after Joker said that, "FALL BACK DAMMIT! FALL BACK!" I keep on commanding my teammates. Good. Now they're following me. To the big Collection of boxes...Here we are!

1:08 AM, Boss Fight
"Whoa, What the Hell is that!?!?" Jason said on our comms. "Chains, Use your MPG! We'll distract it, But don't kill us!" I commanded Chains. "Sure that's a as-smart-as-Hell Idea?" Leeroy asked. "After all, You give out the Commands, And I lead the boys." Leeroy continued. "Let's just go. Leeroy, Whenever I say "Sharp!" Knife the thing. OK?" I asked him. "Sure. Now boys, Move!" Leeroy relplied. "Sharp!" I told him. He knifed the thing. "Chains! MPG!,Now!, Leeroy! Fall back! Broker! Covering Fire! Chains fired the MPG at the same time Leeroy fell back and Broker continued firing his Ronson LBM. Then, After 2 MPG shots, Which was the MPG's Capacity, The Thing, Blew up. "Joker here, Nice job-" He was but off by the revolting surprise of wriggly worms. Gigantic, Disgusting, Parasitic Worms. "Boys! Fire at will!" Leeroy commanded. Broker went in front to suck up the Worms, Which basically did nothing to him. The worms' bites could not penetrate his armor. Shooting accurately with his RIA 20 Striker, Leeroy picked off some worms, Me, With the Gigavolt, Shot energy shots which made an arc up to 8 worms, Since this summer I modified it to make it's shots arc more than 4 targets, And Chains had the honor of taking the last few out with his RIA T7. Now it's  1:14 AM. We fought the Thing for 6 Minutes? Geez.

"Joker here, Prepare for Full Thruster Takeoff!"

At the Dropship...
"Joker," I asked, "What was the Surgeon Zombie called? Are there more of those or just one here?" Joker replied: "Thing's called a Regurgitator, Chief. And no, There's more of those things in Aartis. Unlucky Survivors got the Bloater strain of the Virus, Which kills approximately 3-7 Days after infection. Reanimates after 7-14 Days of death. So they had to get a surgeon to check for the Parasites, Which got out and infected the surgeons. Unlucky of them to choose the surgeon idea."

Clarifications...
Patch is Second-In-Command when Leeroy is executing orders and is a Part-Engineer. Leeroy is the Command Executor and Commander. Chains is the Explosives Expert and Hacker. Broker is the Support Gunner and Full-Time Engineer.