Chapter 1: June 20th, 2060
James sprinted his heart out as he ran for the elevator. Behind him he could hear the collective moan of dozens of Zombies as they shambled towards James. SHIT! The thought raced through James's head as he neared the escalator how did so many of them get me like that? He slammed the button with his hand. Exhausted, he pulled his machine gun from behind his back and sprang it to a firing position. James looked down the gun, waiting to gun down any Zombies that got too close. Three shambled towards him. He let off three shots, heads exploding as each bullet found its mark. However, more shambled down the corridor, right in front of him. "Fuck this" he muttered as he began firing at the crowd. Zombies fell, only to clamber back up again and some dropped, headless. When James finished his first box, he heard the elevator doors slide open behind him. "About fuckin' time" he uttered as he slowly walked backwards into the elevator, gunning at the advancing horde. He stopped firing to quickly press the "5" button on the elevator panel, and then was back at it. "Come on, COME ON!" screamed James as the elevator took a seemingly unearthly amount of time to start closing. "Jeeesus!" said James as he slung his gun over his back and began pressing 5 repeatedly. The horde was only getting closer. James was sweating profusely as the horde was nearing the elevator, its doors still taking their time. "Come on, please!" begged James as the Zombies began to try and reach in. However, the elevator doors had finally closed and James began to rise to level 5. "Too close, too fucking close" breathed James and he dropped to the floor, tired from exhaustion. James then went and turned on his Apple iPod, put on the headphones resting around his neck and began listening to a classic, Coldplay's Viva La Vida. He sat against the back of the circular elevator as he began taking deep breaths, calming himself down.
The elevator doors slid open as James got to his feet, ready to leave. When he got out, he had a look around. Level 5, Main Foyer to the "Big 3 Game Arena". It was here people lined up to hunt world-famous game, Zombies. It was a booming business. As such, many were employed to keep this business running. James Silverwell employed barely a week ago as a "Search and Engage" person. James's cell phone, in his left pocket, began to ring. James picked it up and saw that Russ was calling. James flipped it open. "Yeah, Russ?" asked James.
"Ah, James m’ boy, good to know you're still alive" answered Russ. James rolled his eyes.
"Well? What do you want me for?"
"I need to come to my office A.S.A.P., you know where it is"
"Right, gotcha" James flipped the phone shut, put it back in his pocket ant began the walk to Russ' office. Russ was the representative of Chairman Luther of Prototype.
James finally reached Russ' office. Like all the other offices, it had glass walls and a glass door. James opened the door, went inside and shut it.
"Hello, James" Luther turned around in the swivel chair to face James.
"L-L-L-Luther?" James was gob-smacked. Luther? Talking to me personally? Raced through James' head.
"Yes it's me, Luther" calmly replied the chairman "Russ, come".
Russ appeared from the balcony and waked to Luther's side".
"So? What did you want me for...uh...who wanted me?" James asked.
"I did" replied Luther, bringing his hands together in the classic deep-thinking pose, "James; there have been reports of Zombies breaching the containment walls of the abandoned entrance A-A-D-1-1-7. I want you to meet up with a Search and Engage team on Level 4, Platform 2 and proceed to secure the entrance".
"Right, got it" said James.
"Good, you can go" said Luther. James briskly left the office, still amazed that Luther himself had visited James personally to give him James' next mission. Once James was in the Main Foyer, Russ turned to Luther. "Isn't this a bit too much? Sending James to work with Olivia's team? You know how temperamental that girl is" he asked.
"Yes. Olivia does have a temper, but she is a great solider. Plus James needs to learn how to become a great leader, and what better way than to learn from her group?" was Luther's answer.

Chapter 2: June 20th, 2060
Another train went stopped at Platform 2, with engineers, technicians and the various assortments of employees boarding train or getting off it. And then there were the Customers, with big hunting rifles dressed in digital camouflage. James made his way through the crowd of people, full of excitement of the new mission.
Once he broke free of the crowd, he saw what he supposed was the team. There was a big man, about 6’5”, very muscular, shaved head, with what looked disturbingly like a giant grenade launcher/ Gatling-gun love-child on his back. He wore a combat vest, belts of ammo circling the vest, over a white shirt, a belt with two small shotguns strapped on side and grenades, lots of grenades. Finally, the black-grey of his armoured legs. Overall, very intimidating.
Then there was a smaller guy, about 5’3”, jet-black Mohawk, not very muscular, more athletic build. Black vest, with magazines strapped on, along with a pistol and a knife. He was holding a sniper-rifle, slightly larger than James’ machine gun. Slightly baggy urban-camo pants finished him off. Then, in the middle, was what looked like the team leader. She carried an Assault Rifle, albeit a heavily modified one. In fact, it looked more like something ripped out of a space-craft. She wore a grey power-suit, the helmet dangling on her belt. James wasn’t sure, but his gut felt this woman would be far more intimidating than the big guy. James walked up to the group.
“Hi, you guys must the Search and Engage team I’m to accompany?” James asked.
“Yeah” was all the leader said.
“Cool, hi I’m James” James held out a hand to the girl.
“Yeah” said the girl, who proceeded to walk to a platform exit, Authorised Personnel Only. James was left there, speechless.
“Ha! Don’t worry man, Olivia’s like that” said the big guy, “Hi, I’m Bruce, Bruce Robertson” greeted Bruce, shaking James’ hand. James shook back, all the while thinking his hand’s going to break under Bruce’s grip.
“’Sup, Carl Johnson’s the name” said the smaller guy, doing an elaborate hand shake with James’ after Bruce.
“Pleasure meeting both of you. So, when do we leave?”
“Now!” James whipped around and saw Olivia “Come on! Let’s go!” she said, in a slightly annoyed tone.
“But...I” he saw the other two walking past “WHAT ABOUT AMMO?!?” James yelled.
“Hey! You! Kid!” James turned around to just see a man over the passengers in the crowded Train. “Catch!” yelled the man as he tossed him two boxes of ammo. James caught them and strapped them to his belt.
“Gee...THANKS......?” James asked
“Roger, Roger Kevachovik!” yelled Roger as the closing doors finally shut and the train departed. James continued to make his way out the exit, following the other three.

Chapter 3: June 20th, 2060
The four made their way out the exit, onto a surprising grass-dirt parking space of sorts. Only three motorbikes inhabited the space, however. “All Right, jump on a bike!” Olivia yelled to her original team. They jumped on bikes and revved the engines into life.
“What about me?” questioned James.
“Get Bruce’s” replied Olivia
“Nope, sorry, gotta keep room for my stuff” answered Bruce
“Then what about...”
“Nope, sorry, mine can’t take two people” replied Carl Olivia looked at both of them then at James, then gave up.
“Fine” sighed Olivia, “Jump on”
“Okay” James jumped on the back behind Olivia.
All 3 motorbikes roared to life and sped down the road, towards the entrance. All the while, James could only hear what he believed to be ACDC’s Shoot to Thrill coming from Bruce’s speakers.
I’ve gotta ask Bruce about those speakers one day thought James as the bikes slowed down after a few minutes of riding to slowly move into a parking space, not unlike the one were the bikes were parked.
Once they got off and suited up, James took a moment to marvel at the entrance. It was like those old Mansions built in the 18 and 17th centuries in England. However, the thing that caught James’ eye the most was the massive logo at the top of the house. It was the same colour as the entrance, black-dark grey; it was a pyramid with an eye on top and a lightning spike coming down both sides of the Pyramid. “That’s odd” said James, grabbing the team’s attention and pointing to the Logo “Dream Concept’s logo isn’t that...”
“That’s because Dream Concepts didn’t build that” answered Olivia never looking up from unpacking items from her bike “That’s the logo of Epoch Construction”
“Epoch, didn’t they...”
“They built the entire complex back in ’47, but it was flawed, zombies broke free in Sector 5, terrorised the people nearby, killed my mother and father......”. James looked with surprise as Olivia’s tone was suddenly angry and vengeful.
“Almost had a full-on outbreak” continued Bruce abruptly “But a Prototype strike-force, commanded by General Luther managed to crush the outbreak and seal the entrance.”
“Whoa, Luther was with the P.A.F.?”
“Yeah, what, you think all the advancements in Military Tech to protect Soldier’s lives came from some sympathetic office worker?”. James and Bruce turned back to the mansion, looking at it in a kind of meaningful way. Olivia had come over her stress and walked in front of the group, armed and ready to go.
“Okay,” said Olivia in a commanding fashion “Apparently Zombies have breach containment here, our mission is to seal the entrance and kill off any stragglers, BUT, this entrance has been out-of commission for over a decade now. Watch out for falling debris, now let’s go!” She turned around, pointed her finger at the entrance and walked on, piece-of-space-craft-gun-thing in hand. Bruce, Carl and James followed, keeping their weapons at rest.

Chapter 4: June 20th, 2060
When they reached the door, they didn’t even bother with codes. They looked at Bruce, Bruce then proceeded to smash the door in with a foot. The four then walked in, dust still settling, and looked around. There were two staircases, one on the left, and the other on the right, of a futuristic metal door. With a big hole in it.
“Rust seems to be the problem” said Carl, whipping out a scanner and scanning the door.
“Right, me and Bruce will take the right, James and Carl, take the left, we’ll meet up at the opening in 1 HOUR!” ordered Olivia as the team dispersed.
“Sooo, what’s up with Olivia?” asked James to Carl about 10 minutes into the search.
“Her? Oh man, I tell ya bro, no-one knows what’s up with her,” replied Carl as they finished clearing another room “We think it’s because of her mum and dad dying, bro”
“Yeah, that would be sad”
“What we do know, however, is that she blames Epoch AND Prototype”
“Prototype? Why?”
“Well, Epoch is clear. I think bro, I think, that her parents turned,”
“Damn,”
“Yeah, I think her parents turned and they were gunned down”
“It still doesn’t make sense...”
“Shh!” Carl held a hand out, covering his mouth. There was shambling and creaking going on in the room ahead. “Do you hear that?” whispered Carl, removing his hand from James’ mouth. “Yeah” whispered James.
“You go left, I’ll go right, and don’t make any noise” whispered Carl. James slowly moved forward, careful of where he tread, never turning his eyes away from the room. Inside, he swore he could see dark shapes. Human shapes. Once he and James were at either side of the entrance, they turned to face each other. Carl them mouthed what seemed to be like you throw a grenade in there, then get out your machine gun and start blasting, I’ll cover with my pistol. James nodded, grabbed a frag grenade, pulled the pin, threw it in and drew out his gun.
A deafening blast came from inside, debris flying everywhere. James turned around into the middle of the entrance and began to fire into the room. Then he heard the moaning, he was scared, scared because he couldn’t see into the dark. “RIGHT! Fire right!” yelled Carl as he assumed he was kneeling at his right side, firing at zombies with his pistol. James whipped his gun left and continued to fire. After a few moments, his gun was empty, so he loaded another box in.
He brought it up.
“Yo man stop!” said Carl, putting his hand on the gun “We got ‘em man, we got ‘em”. Carl then held his a clenched fist up to James. James lightly punched the fist. A few moments later, Bruce and Olivia came running up, weapons drawn. “What happened?” asked Olivia.