This had best be thrown into a zip and available for download at some point.

>>1815256

“You got a light?” I asked. The truth was, I wasn’t talking to myself. Behind me was the man in black, who had been following us. He bent down next to me. I turned my head and the fire of the lighter touched the end of the cig. I took a deep, long breath and turned my head to the sky. I let the smoke rush out into the air.

“Zal probably hates me now,” I said. The man in black said nothing, “Haha, but then again, everyone else does, too.”

Exhaustion hit me. The adrenaline was rapidly fading. Pain hit my shoulder again, but this time it was crippling. I clutched the wound with my hand and leaned over. My whole body hurt and a dull ache settled in my stomach.

“No!” I groaned, “Not yet!”

I struggled to stay awake, but despite my mind’s plea, my body relaxed and I lied there with the man in black standing over me….

>>1815267
BEGIN ARCH 2

“Subject 13-4-12,” the intercom cracked, “We’re coming in.”

The door’s locks clicked and the familiar creek of the hinges was heard.

“13-4-12,” the woman said, “It’s time for your therapy session.”

The man laying on the bed looked at her. He sighed and walked to her. The two doctors with her came around.

“Your hands,” one said. The man put his wrists up and the doctor cuffed him. The other finished putting the restraints on the man’s ankles. And they walked out. Down the hall they walked. The man saw no one else inside the windows of the other rooms.

The woman knocked on the door they stopped at, “Doctor, the subject is here.”

The man wished that they would stop calling him that.

“Bring him in,”

The door opened, “Ah, good to see you 13-4.”

“I have a name doc,” the man said in a wry tone.

“I know you do, but any one that sets foot in this building is-“

“Is no longer the person that name is attached to,” the man mocked, “You people are sick.”

“We are anonymous,” the doctor said.

>>1815274

The man sat down in the hard plastic chair. After a few moments the other doctors and woman that brought him here were gone. He faced the therapist on the other side of the table. The room was painted white and the light was irritatingly white. To the right of them was a two-way window.

“Actually, you’re the one who’s sick,” the doctor said.

“So you claim,” the man said, “You know it doesn’t help my sanity when you won’t tell me how long I’ve been here or what the hell time it is.”

The doctor paused, “You’ve been here two months. And the time,” he pulled back a sleeve, “Is quarter to eight, in the morning that is.”

Two months!? The man thought, he had sworn it was only one. He didn’t let the shock show on his face.

“Well, I guess that clears up one thing,” the man said, “Now tell me why I’m here.”
The doctor shock his finger, “You forget our agreement, for every one you answer, I answer. Now, about your behavior for the last few months, I’ve noticed that you’ve been exercising and doing a lot of personal training in your room. Why?”

>>1815278
“I’m preparing,” the man said.

“For what?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Ah, so I haven’t. You’re here because you seem to think you saw zombies.”

“So you keep telling me. I’m preparing for when this… organization, as you like to call it, screws up.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Everyone makes mistakes,” the man said, sitting back in his chair, “You guys are too lax.”

The doctor laughed, “Too lax? Look at yourself. You don’t go anywhere out of your room without the restraints on your hands and feet.”

“I wasn’t talking about myself.”

The doctor stopped, “Oh?”

“Actually, you’ve made a mistake before. It’s only a matter of time before you make one again.”

>>1815283
Sweat collect on the doctor’s brow, but he was trained to keep cool. If the man attacked him the two men standing outside would be in the room in a heartbeat.

The doctor walked closer to the man, “What mistake would that be?” the doctor said, “This organization has never made any mistakes.”

“I know it was you guys,” the man said, “I know that you fucked up and started this whole thing! It’s your fault!”

“Started what?” The doctor smiled.

The man snapped, “The walking dead!” He stood up, and looked at the window “I know you infected all those people!”

The man picked up the chair and hurled it at the two-way window. The chair cracked the glass

“DO YOU HEAR ME IN THERE!?!?” The man pounded on the glass. Several men stormed in and tackled him the floor. One of them stuck a syringe into the man’s arm. A few seconds later and the man fell unconscious.

END CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5! NOW!

I seem to have missed chapter 3. Is it still up here anywhere?

Not bad.

oh god i missed it all and i have to know. this better get archived

waiting for this scene

DOCTOR!!

>>1815554

SLUTS!!

What a wonderful thing to wake up to, ZS!

I kind of.. have the entire thing saved on my computer, but I'm pretty sure it's the author's job to host it somewhere. :x

I figured out how to work this and I've officially got CofD archived!!


http://z3.invisionfree.com/Con_of_the_Dead/index.php?act=idx

>>1815543
This picture makes me smile so much. Can't wait for chapter 5!

>>1815823
Sweet, thanks!