MacReady sits down in the radio room, glass of scotch in his hands. He sets up a tape recorder to leave a message to the team that would be coming at the end of winter. Though he hopes that they won’t come at all.
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*click* I’m gonna hide this tape when I’m finished. If none of us make it, at least there’ll be some kind of record.
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The group had grown considerably smaller over the past few days. Doctor Copper, Palmer, Bennings, Clark, and Blair were all dead. Most of the remaining team members would not survive the night. MacReady, Windows, and Childs stand in the base’s garage. Childs is working on his flamethrower, while Windows is working his way through a panic attack. MacReady stares out the frosted window at his shack. Something seems out of place.
“Fuck”
“What’s wrong, Mac?”
“When I left my shack this morning, I turned the lights off”
MacReady set plans to go out to investigate his shack. With the current blizzard, it’s too dangerous to go alone, so Fuchs volunteers to go tethered to Mac. As they head out towards the shack, Childs prepares to take charge. He picks up wooden boards and begins to nail them over the windows.
“What are you doing?”, demands Norris.
“I found MacReady’s pajamas, completely torn up. I ain’t letting them back inside.”
“What about Fuchs?”
“For all we know, MacReady’s taking him out there to infect him. We aren’t letting either of them come back”
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Storm’s been hitting us hard now for 48 hours. We still have nothing to go on. One other thing. I think it rips through your clothes when it takes you over.
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The rest of the team gets to work boarding up the windows and barricading the doors. Before long, Fuchs comes banging on the main entrance.
“Guys! MacReady cut me loose! Let me back in! Let me in!”
Everyone continues their solemn work, trying their best to ignore Fuchs’ cries. Half an hour passes.
The team sits uneasily in the common room. Everyone looks around the room, from person to person. Most of them wondering who in the room is infected. Nauls gets up to go to the bathroom. That’s when they hear a window smash. It came from the garage.
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Windows found some shredded long johns, but the name tag was missing. They could be anybody’s.
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In the garage stands MacReady, covered in snow, shivering, and most importantly, holding a flamethrower to five bundled sticks of dynamite.
MacReady begins to speak.
“Now, you’re all going to go to the common room, sit down, and listen to what I have to say. Because if you don’t, I’m blowing us, and this whole goddamn place to hell. And I assure you, I will have no problem doing this.”
The whole team except for Nauls, sits in the common room, awaiting MacReady’s instructions.
“From watching what happened with the Doc’s body, I have come to a conclusion. I believe that each individual cell acts as a singular organism. So I’ve come up with a test. But I need blood. I was going to use the blood in the medical center, but apparently, one of you got to it first. So I’m going to need to draw blood from all of you. Where’s Nauls?”
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Nobody…nobody trusts anybody now. And we’re all very tired.
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MacReady discovers Nauls in a hallway near t he bathroom, torn to shreds.
After drawing the blood of everyone in the common room and pouring it in Petri dishes, Mac takes a copper wire and begins to heat it with the flamethrower.
“Now, I’m going to show you all what I already know.”
MacReady lowers the heated wire into his blood. It fizzles and does nothing more.
One of the young researchers who had been behind the scenes too long, could suddenly take no more.
“This is his plan to gain our trust! Don’t you get it? He’s one of them! We found his long johns. Show us who you really are!”
The researcher springs up, ice pick in hand, and jams his weapon into the chest of MacReady. MacReady gurgles helplessly before collapsing on the ground. That’s when all hell broke loose.
Norris tackles the young researcher, and begins beating him senseless. Childs springs to grab his flamethrower. Norris grabs the ice pick and jams in into Childs leg. Child’s screams in pain and lets loose from the flamethrower setting both Norris and the young researcher on fire. They scream in horror and agony for 15 seconds. After that the room was silent.
Childs stands up near the fire that now spreads slowly across the common room.
“From here on out, we’re going to do things my way”
Garry upholsters his revolver one last time. The gun is down to its last bullet. He take aim at Childs and lands his shot right between Childs’ eyes.
Windows looks desperately to Garry.
“He was infected”, Garry explains.
The fire spreads to the Petri dishes. The blood that was contained in Garry’s dish lets out a piercing shriek and springs up into the air.
Windows falls backwards and stares at Garry in horror.
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There’s nothing I can do now. Just wait. R.J. MacReady, helicopter pilot, U.S. Outpost Number 31. *click*
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Dead players:
Yesterday:
BreakABone - MacReady (guardian + seer) (uninfected) -killed by mob on day five
Typhoid - Fuchs (uninfected) - killed by the vigilante on day five
Today:
thatmariolover - anonymous researcher (uninfected) - killed by mob on day six
Teuthida - Nauls (uninfected) - killed by aliens on day six
BLueFire - Norris (uninfected) - killed by the vigilante on day six
Fox 6 - Childs (vigilante) (uninfeced) - killed by Garry on day six
The remaining players are:
Swan
GameMaster
Vampyr
Yoda
This is the final day.
Day 7 (Final day)
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