Today I went on a search for Collin and Osterberg; with Chris’s dossier it was not too terribly difficult to find them. Osterberg works in what was once a facility for clinically insane children and now it is a lock-up for children showing signs of H1Z1. Collin doesn’t work; he spends the majority of his time hunting down zombies in the outskirts of town, outside the camp. It’s such a blessing, yet such a curse that these two would be located in such hostile environments. I figured Osterberg would be the easiest to find, and with the zombie hoards getting closer and closer to Cape, I knew I would need all the help available to track down Collin in the outskirts.
I parked my truck in the clinic lot near the only other car. Last I checked this clinic kept a constant ten people on staff, something was wrong… either that or they all went green. I grabbed my trusty .22 pistol and walked inside. Somewhere I could hear soft crying and then the sound of metal being cut. Good, he’s alive, or zombies are learning to use tools… no, impossible. I walked towards the screeching sound and came to an open door to a room with a man working intently on what looked to be a .44 magnum with six cylinders. Right as I was about to introduce myself, a child came sprinting towards him from a door at his back. The look in the kid’s face was that of a starved animal running at a free meal. Without any hesitation I fired a round through his head, in one side and out the other. His momentum caused him to tumble forward and land in a lifeless heap on the floor.
“Nice shot. You saved me from using one of my special rounds.”
“Thanks, but what are you talking about?”
He responded by grabbing a pair of scissors and clipping a nearly invisible wire, which I followed to a system of small pulleys leading up to a rectangular box with six holes in it, all in a line leading towards his seat.
“Why six holes?
“Some of the kids are in better shape than the others and I figured it was only a matter of time before…”
Before he could finish a blood curdling scream erupted from the hall where the kids’ rooms were located. We looked at each other and without a word he scooped all the stuff on his desk into a box and we both booked it out of there. As soon as we got outside, Osterberg grabbed a remote with three buttons on it I didn’t have time to ask, we needed to get out of there. We got about halfway to the truck before we heard the crashing of the glass as the children ran through it. Osterberg hit the first switch and I heard a massive explosion behind us. I looked back to see small pieces of small bodies flying in every direction. As soon as we got to the truck, I heard another scream. I looked back to see a little girl, skin rotting, eyes void of any emotion. Behind her came another six zombies coming at us at full speed. I heard a click and realized that Osterberg had hit the second switch. Boom! All six of them went flying. This left only the little girl. With another scream, it charged at us. At this point I was right next to my truck, and behind the seat of this truck are a few of my favorite toys; one in particular being a SPAS-12 shotgun loaded and ready to go. The shot rang out and what was left of her already rotted corpse hit the ground.
Osterberg got a couple of things out of his car and we took off in my truck. Three minutes with no sound but the crackle of my police scanner past before I heard the click of the third switch, followed promptly by a large explosion behind us.
“I’ve always wanted to do that. So do you have a safe place I can finish this mod real quick?”
I couldn’t help but smile as I told him where my headquarters were located. I also told him we could stop for a little while, but I have a date in the outskirts. We arrived with no incident, and he should be coming upstairs any moment ready to go. Hopefully finding Collin won’t be as troublesome Osterberg. Is it sad that I laughed a little after typing that? Alright, I hear Osterberg coming up the stairs.
-JK
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