Remnant Saga S1:, Nick Venom [me reader .TXT] 📗

entrance and, currently, there aren’t any plans to have people leave. 

We advise all citizens of Taken to allow the scientists working towards a vaccine to be left alone. They will be testing several people today and, in the coming days, they plan to have a vaccination in the early phases.” The anchor turned to her right, being given new instructions by somebody off-camera.

“It has just been reported that the scientists have arrived and are posted at several of the entrances. They are asking for anybody recently infected to make their way towards the following entrances: Checkpoint Alpha, Beta, Charlie, Delta, and Echo. Those are-” Lutz muted the television, walking away from it. 

He headed into the kitchen where Emerald was busy cooking. Teo and Sila were at the kitchen table, playing a board game. Sila raised her head, staring at Lutz. “Wanna play?” She asked.

Lutz shook his head. “No thanks,” He said. Sila shot him a pout, but he waved it off. He walked up to the medicine cabinet and took out two pills. He checked the bottle and found that only two pills---enough for one day----were left. Damn, only one more day? I need to go to the pharmacy soon or Mom will… No, she’ll be alright. I’ll make sure of it. He thought to himself as he turned around, ignoring the others, and went upstairs. He reached his mother’s room quickly and entered the room.

“Good morning, Mom.” He said. She nodded her head to acknowledge him. “Here’s your medicine for today.” He handed her the pills, grabbing a nearby half-drunk water bottle and bringing it to her. She nodded her head again, this one as thanks. She took a sip before throwing the pills into her mouth. She flushed the pills down with the rest of the water bottle. For some odd reason, she managed to only drink half a water bottle every time she took her medicine. It was a weird habit of hers.

“Uh… Emerald is making food for you, I’ll bring up a plate.” He told her. She nodded, staring at him. “And…” He bit the inner part of his cheek. “I’m going out in a little bit.”

His mother pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?” She asked, her voice sounding slightly hoarse.

“We’re almost out of medicine and cough drops. I’m going to the pharmacy to get more.” He told her. 

She nodded her head. “Whatever you think is the best.”

Lutz nodded. “Thank you, Mom.” He turned around, taking a few steps forward, and stopped at the door frame. He glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll be leaving soon, please take care of yourself. And don’t talk too much. I don’t want you to wear yourself out.” He said. 

She nodded, smiling at her child. “Of course, good luck.”

Lutz smiled. “Thank you.” He closed the door on his way out, heading to his gun locker. He grabbed his crossbow and his hunting rifle. He equipped the rifle to his back and carried the crossbow. He stared at the silenced pistol, hesitating on whether to grab it or not. However, a sudden thought made the decision for him.

“Emerald!” He called out from the room. “Can you come here?” He heard the sounds of Emerald handing the cooking off to Sila before searching for Lutz. “In here.” He poked his head out, directing her into the room. She instantly noticed the wooden hunting rifle on his back and the black crossbow in his hands. 

“Y-Yeah?” She asked.

Lutz grabbed the pistol, checking whether or not it’s loaded and if the safety was on, before handing it to Emerald. She took the pistol but nearly dropped it. She caught the pistol, bringing it close to her face with the end of the barrel pointed at the door. 

“Keep the barrel pointed away from the door. I don’t want Sila or your brother at the end of the barrel.” He warned her. She nodded, recorrecting where she pointed the gun at. It was a black 1911 with an attached suppressor. 

“W-Why are you giving me this?” She asked, staring at him.

“I’m leaving to get more medicine for my mother. While I’m gone, I need you to protect the house. I won’t be gone for long, but who knows what will happen, especially if the bandits are monitoring us.”

Emerald nodded, her focus still on the M1911. “Okay,” She muttered. 

Lutz pointed at the safety of the gun. “Press this button ONLY if you want to shoot. Keep it off when it’s not needed, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good, now here’s the magazine release button.” He pointed at a small button near the trigger. “As the name says, it’ll release the magazine, so you could put a new one in.”

Emerald nodded. “Is it… loaded?” She asked, looking up at him.

He nodded. “It is, but it’s on safety. However, even so, be careful. Don’t play around with the gun, since the safety could malfunction. As for how to use it, it’s like a point-and-click game. Point the end of the barrel at a bandit and press the trigger. Simple?”

Emerald nodded, registering the weight of the gun. With the knowledge that there were bullets inside the gun, she hesitated to move it for fear of it going off.

Lutz nodded, leaving the room. “I leave the safety of this household to you. Please be careful.” He told her as he approached the front door. Emerald chased after him, the gun planted firmly in her grip but aimed down at the ground.

“Got it, I will.” She said.

Lutz nodded, shooting her a small smile. “Thanks… I’ll be back.” 

And like that, he left through the front door. He was leaving quarantine and embracing the outside. It was dirtier than he imagined.

***

“Agent 93? Come in, Agent 93?” A voice squawked on a man’s walkie-talkie. The man, dressed in a black trenchcoat, raised the walkie-talkie to his mouth.

“Agent 93 registering in. What is it?” He barked. 

“You’ve been given orders. Move to downtown Taken and recover a sample of an Infected. It could be saliva or a different bodily liquid. Is that clear?”

“Yeah,” He said before lighting up a cigar. “Plenty clear.”

“Sam, I would be lying to you if I told you that the mission will be easy. We haven’t gathered enough evidence that the Tekin Virus is airborne, but there’s a chance it is. Keep on your gear and you’ll be alright, but based on earlier reports, they’re getting more and more aggressive.”

Sam chuckled. “That’s why I brought my gear, right?” He said, touching the assault rifle strapped to his back and the pistol holstered at his side.

“It’s not a joke, Sam. Be careful out there. It’s Ground Zero.”

Sam nodded. “Got it.”

“Okay, remember to report to Checkpoint Beta with your sample.” The man on the other side of the walkie-talkie insisted.

“Okay. Insisting radio silence.” Sam turned the walkie-talkie before the man could get a response. He threw the walkie-talkie into his bag, a large military backpack, and zipped it up. He turned to his front, surveying the area. He had been dispatched from Checkpoint Alpha, now within Taken’s limits.

“Let’s get this over with. I only got two more cigars on me.” He pressed forward, putting on a metallic mask that covered the entirety of his face. He was able to see out through two glass lenses on the mask. “I want to retire already. I’m done with this stuff.”

Hello All!

 

There will be a mid-season break which lasts for only one week. That means that the seventh episode will be released two weeks from now. Until then, you can read the other series within this Generation. Until next time, I bid you all a good day.

 

Generation VII:

 

The UNDEAD S1 {Remaster} [Monday]

Archer & Disciple S1 {Remaster} [Monday - begins after The UNDEAD S1 ends]

Hunters & Dragons S1 {Remaster} [Tuesday]

Rune and His Instant Kill S1 {Remaster} [Wednesday]

Accomplice S1 {Soft-reboot} [Thursday]

Remnant Saga S1: Quarantine [Saturday]

Troy: The Demon Knight S2: Demonic Past [Sunday]

 

*The term Generation refers to Jayhawk Television’s 3 - 6 titles releasing their season’s worth of episodes during an eleven to sixteen-week period. With every episode released from the titles, 3 - 6 new titles will take their spots. When this occurs, a new Generation is created. This Generation (Gen. VIII) replaces the previous titles that take over the release day slots.

 

TBC…

 

Episode Six "Pharmacy"

Sam pushed forward, searching through downtown Taken. He went from the suburbs to downtown, seeing a radical change. The greens and luscious environment of the suburbs descended into oranges and red tones. Downtown Taken had been destroyed somehow.

Sam looked around a neighborhood, finding cars parked and doors open, but no sounds. It was eerily quiet as if everybody in the area had disappeared. Everything was strange.

It’s only been three days and the town’s beginning to rot? Well, this isn’t my town, so I could care less why. He thought as he approached a building. The patches of grass in front of the building had withered away, leaving only the dirt behind - which now matched the color of sand. 

He entered the building, looking around. The first floor, which used to be the reception room, was empty. He then tried the second floor, climbing the stairs and searching all of the rooms on the floor. However, every room was filled with furniture but not people. It truly was as if everybody disappeared.

After his trip bared no fruit, he descended the stairs and left the building. He roamed outside, moving from one neighborhood to the next in search of anyone, living or dead. There was nobody - and places that he considered to be filled with people were empty. Every building was empty from gas stations to parks to malls. He couldn’t find a single person, spending the entire length of the daylight. It quickly grew to nighttime before he could find anybody.

“Damn, where the hell is everybody.” He thought out loud. “They threw me into this stupid mission with an impossible goal. Those idiots.” He turned around, deciding to head back to Checkpoint Echo and call it a day. However, the sound of a can hitting the ground, some distance behind him, alerted him. He raised his assault rifle and pointed in the direction of the sound. It came from a supermarket.

“A damn supermarket?” He furrowed his brows before moving towards the building. He quickly reached the front door, opening it and pushing forward. He snapped his attention from one corner to the other, his assault rifle resting against his chest and ready to be used whenever necessary. 

He moved from the front to the back, where rotten meat waited to be sold. He looked around, the barrel of the rifle following wherever his eyes went. He continued to move forward, going into the aisles. He heard the sound of scuffling feet in the aisle next to him. He turned around, moving to meet the person.

With his gun ready to fire, he turned the corner and found somebody. However, not in the state that he was expecting. The person faced him, dressed in a police outfit, with grayish skin and red eyes that lacked a sclera, the white parts of the eye. Its jaw was dislocated and its skin had several tens of cracks in it, blood streaming out of them. The person stumbled forward, not paying any attention to Sam.

“What the hell?” He said out loud.