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Return of the Living Dead: Rewritten IV \ Invasio
"Return of the Living Dead: Rewritten IV \ Invasion!"
Written by David Minter.
Finished 4-6-95.
Based on the movies "Return of the Living Dead" @1984 by
Orion Pictures Corporation which is based on "Night of the
Living Dead" @1968 by Image Ten Productions, "Return of
the Living Dead Part II" @1988 by Orion Pictures
Corporation, and "Return of the Living Dead III" @1993 by
Trimark Pictures, the concept of the Book and Record Set
@1984 by Buena Vista Records, material from the collected
works of "Gremlins: Rewritten," "Critters: Rewritten,"
"Gremlins II: Rewritten," "Night of the Living Dead:
Rewritten," "Bionic Commando: Rewritten," and "Star Wars:
Rewritten" all written by David Minter @1991, 1992, 1993,
1994, and 1995, "Return of the Living Dead: Rewritten \
Old Friends," @1994 by David Minter, "Return of the Living
Dead: Rewritten II \ A United Front" @1994 by David Minter
and "Return of the Living Dead: Rewritten III \ THEY'RE
BAAAAAACK!" @1995 by David Minter.
This is the story of "Return of the Living Dead: Rewritten
IV \ Invasion!" You can read along with me in your book.
You will know it is time to turn the page when you hear
the zombie shout, "BRAINS!" Let's begin... now! Remember
to turn the page every time you hear the sound. BRAINS!
Last time as I will force you to recall, Dr. Igottcha
Cossack and General Montgomery Wilson succeeded in
creating autonomous battle systems from the remnants of
the living dead. Now there's a sane sounding statement!
Anyway, this didn't sit well with Lieutenant Morgan, sent
to oversee the project, and he went off pissed. Back at
Chump Towers, Professor Baxter Stockman konked Dr. Wright
while he was working on an experiment ( Wright not
Stockman ) to do who knows what! But what we do know is
that the living memory of Dr. William Douglas Wily is
involved. Meanwhile, Morgan extracted the chemical
responsible for reanimating the dead from one of the
storage drums containing the zombies to further perpetrate
his still as yet mysterious agenda. In the process,
however, he unleashed the sealed corpse who then went
about converting others to its side! Oh, it's really
heating up now, folks! BRAINS!
The clock ticked ominously in the cramped quarters of
Lieutenant Morgan's room. He went over to the large
object besheathed, which isn't a word, in the center of
the room. He removed the sheet to reveal a woman's body
sealed within a glass casket device. Several pieces of
apparatus were set up about it, retarding the tissue decay
of the body within. Morgan draped himself over the glass
box, stretching his arms about it as if he was trying to
embrace it. "They can no longer keep up apart." Morgan
uncurled the fingers of one hand to reveal a small capsule
inside. "Soon..." BRAINS!
"I came in and the rec room was littered with body
parts! Bits of flesh led from the door to the outside and
blood was pooled all about! I'm telling you you'd better
get someone down here on the double!" That was yet
another call to add to the increasing list of strange
occurrences. Yes, now Judy felt justified in letting
General Wilson know. She picked up the duty roster for
the evening. "Bio-Lab 26." Judy pressed the appropriate
button and Dr. Cossack's horrible but human visage
appeared on her video screen. ( We are talking about the
army, after all. ) "Yes?" "General Montgomery Wilson
please?" "One moment." Dr. Cossack disappeared off
screen only to be replaced by General Wilson. "Sir, I've
got someone on hold I think you need to hear from."
General Wilson saw Judy reach down as she transferred the
call. Her decently beautiful form ( Well, compared with
what replaced it. ) was replaced by a scene right of Hell!
BRAINS!
Lieutenant Morgan was truly closed for the duration
by now. His mind was AWOL. "And to think those fools
tried to keep the two of us apart!" he was conversing with
the insensate woman within the glass. "By refusing to
fund my project, they actually had hoped to keep me alone
for the rest of my life! Through almost accidental
intervention, they had all but ruined my chances." He
quickly spun about on the body. "But as you know, I am
much too smart for that! Like a rock in the river, rather
than fight I bided my time. Letting the flow take me to
where I wanted to go, I HAVE SUCCEEDED! By willingly
becoming complacent to them, I deluded them into thinking
that I was in their power! All the while, I schemed to
get what I had wanted from this experiment all along...
the secret of... LIFE!" He stared insanely at the capsule
rolling around in his sweaty palm. As he stared into the
capsule, he was reminded of the times he spent with his
lovely wife, before the motor vehicle accident took her
away from him. His thoughts drifted from rollicking on a
blanket in the grass at a picnic with his beloved that had
turned into a love making session to that fateful day when
they stepped out of that barrack. The military truck
carrying the soldiers into town on leave suddenly sped
around the corner... She went quickly; her spine was
snapped in eight places. He had been slowly going mad
from that day onward. He, too, like General Wilson, had
hoped to lose in his grief within his work. Using his
position in the United States army, highly illegally I
might add, he had his wife's body placed into a sort of
suspended animation. The process of storing the body was
easy enough; it had already been developed and tested on
the field at Kingston Falls, Ohio in 1974. But the
process of revivification had proven to be much more
difficult. In fact, even he had to admit that Dr.
Cossack's again unwilling aid was the deciding factor.
"If that truck hadn't been taking those pleasure mad
troglodytes into town..." He burst out into tears as he
went over to the intake device and dropped the capsule
into it. "But that matters naught now! I WILL NOT BE...
DENIED!" Yellow gas began swirling around the body inside
the device. BRAINS!
General Wilson's stomach turned. He had to look away
from the screen. Dr. Cossack noticed. "What's wrong?" A
look of horror replaced the look of physical sickness that
had passed over Wilson's countenance. All he could do was
gesticulate wildly at the screen. Dr. Cossack shrugged
and stepped over to the screen. DR. COSSACK WAS STUNNED!
It was all a horror flashback as that dreadful night in
1974 was being played out again. A soldier's broken,
mangled body lay before them. It was clear from the
rushing blood and the little movements his mouth made
trying to scream that he wasn't dead yet, which would have
been much more merciful. While one zombie was eating at
the organs from his exposed chest, another had a hold of
his remaining arm. With the elbow resting in one of the
creature's palms, the monster applied pressure in the
opposite direction, hyper-extending the limb to the point
that it simply snapped off at the elbow with an audible
crack. The poor victim wretched once as his forearm was
broken off and then he gave up the last bit of his
remaining life. BRAINS!
Dr. Cossack changed the channel back to Judy the
operator. "Well, what on Earth are you waiting for? An
engraved invitation? SOUND THE DAMN ALARM!" Upon hearing
those words, General Wilson brought himself out of his
self induced stupor at the sight. He brushed Dr. Cossack
aside and began issuing orders. "Yes. DO IT! Close off
the compound. Seal the gates. Inform the duty MP's. PUT
ALL MEN AT THE EXITS! We must assume that if there are a
few, there are others. At the very least, there can be
and we cannot allow that to go on any further! Issue this
order to all the men: 'aim for the spleen!' WE MUST NOT
ALLOW THESE CREATURES TO LEAVE THE BASE! The consequences
would be... apocalyptic!" BRAINS!
The gases continued to swirl about the body of
Morgan's wife. Morgan himself stood off in a corner with
his hands pressed together at his lips. For one of the
few times in his life, he was praying. "Please, don't
take this away from me, too. Hope is all I have left..."
Suddenly, alarm klaxons rang out in the hallway. Morgan
easily went from praying to swearing; in fact, it was his
secondary military speciality. "What the Hell?" Morgan
went to the door and stepped out into the hallway. A
small group of marching soldiers went by and nearly
knocked him over. He watched as the men went through the
exit behind him. He turned around and this time a lone
soldier was trying to catch up with the men. Morgan put
his arms out in front of him and stopped him. "What's the
problem? The alarms are ringing and why are armed guards
rushing by?" The soldier responded breathlessly. "We're-
we're being order to the gates. It seems some sort of
force has compromised the base!" "What sort of force?"
Almost as if in answer to his question, a zombie stepped
out from a side hallway and grabbed the shoulder by his
soldier. You know, I really need a new profreder. I
eally o. BRAINS!
Morgan watched in horror was the creature dragged the
screaming soldier into its group of ghoulish assassins.
As they tore into the man's flesh, his fingers gripped the
trigger of his rifle, uselessly firing his clip off into
the ceiling. Morgan looked behind the carnage to see a
small army of the undead advancing slowly down the hall.
He looked back down to see the eating zombies look up at
him, hungry grimaces marking their evil faces. Blood and
bits of flesh fell from between their jagged teeth as they
rose to attack Morgan! Realizing he was in mortal danger,
Morgan abandoned his crazed idea of reviving his wife and
decided to save his own butt. He hurriedly turned about
on his feet to leave through the exit that the earlier
soldiers had used only to see them come running back.
They set up a defense cordon and began firing into the
hallway. Inhuman roars rose from down the hall. More
zombies were entering the building! Morgan fell to the
floor as some of the soldiers, seeing the zombies
advancing from the opposite end of the hall, turned and
attacked the ghouls after Morgan. He scrambled along the
floor over to the open doorway to his room. As he got to
his feet, one zombie grabbed hold of his jacket! BRAINS!
Suddenly, Morgan found himself being swept up in a
sea of decaying arms. He was desperately trying to
extricate himself. He had almost succeeded, save for the
one who had gotten hold of him to begin with. A shot rang
out and the creature holding Morgan slumped to the floor,
his spleen oozing out onto the linoleum. Morgan dashed
through the doorway and threw the door shut. He bolted
and locked it behind him. He leaned forward against the
door, trying ever so desperately to regain his breath.
Then, logic began to take hold. He had realized what must
have happened in his haste. He remembered getting so fed
up with something and smashing that drum. He then
rationalized that although his most recent actions had
been those of cowardice, it was the best move he could
make. He would wait behind the locked safety of his room
until the completely capable soldiers outside would route
the monsters and rescue him. His hopes were dashed to
pieces as he heard the muffled human screams being drowned
out behind the door. One of the soldiers ran to his door.
He banged on it with his fists, shouting to let him in.
But the banging soon stopped. Morgan slumped to the floor
in despair. He jumped when the zombies outside took the
soldier's example and began banging their way through to
him! They were soon joined by that soldier. Morgan
looked up with futility. The gas in his wife's chamber
had stopped moving. BRAINS!
The gathered soldiers were restlessly awaiting the
mass of invaders that must surely be heading their way
soon. The plan was pretty ingenious considering the
little time that they had had to implement it. Using
large vehicles like tanks and transport trucks to block
off the smaller exits, the zombies would be forced to the
front gate after finding very little to offer in the
buildings. With only one way out, the army had the
advantage with the space. The creatures would be trapped
in by the armed and ready men. It would be an easy
victory. Already, the first batch of ghouls was
staggering its way towards the main gates. The commanding
officer gave the orders. "Ready." The men prepared their
rifles for firing. "Aim." A line of barrels rose in
unison to almost perfect alignment. "FIRE!" BEANS!
Well, you know what to do anyway!
"Men have already gathered at the front gates, sir.
Tanks and other vehicular blockades have been set up at
the south, west, and east wing exits. A large group of
invaders has already congregated at the north entrance."
This was a good sign for General Wilson. "This is a good
sign. Now, stay where are you are. The communications
center is the most heavily fortified place in this base,
interestingly enough since one would think it would be the
ammo dump. Hell, our rec room was more heavily fortified
than our ammo dump and those creatures just-" A look of
shock crossed his face at the thought. "Let's hope to God
that they don't get into that! Instruct all non-military
personnel to get to the comm room as quickly as
possible... for their own safety!" "Now, you two get to
safety. General, you've done enough already coordinating
this effort. Save your own skin!" "Right on!" he said
giving the universal 70's "Right on!" thumbs up to Judy.
He rushed over to Dr. Cossack. "She's right. We've got
to get to work on devising an anti-contagion." "Yes,"
Cossack agreed. "The combination of 2-4-5 Trioxin and
embalming agents, added to certain gaseous compounds,
could be released throughout the base with tear gas
grenade launchers." "Right, which is why we need to get
to the ammo dump! I'll get the launchers. You get those
crazy chemicals that you're so adept with and I'll meet
back here." "But what about those-" "Oh! I can handle
them." The general pulled out his general issue and
cocked it for effect. "After all, didn't I help cart them
up in the first place?" The doctor nodded, and Wilson
went to the exit, opened the sealed door, and stepped out
into the hallway. The moans of a hundred banshees
filtered into the room from outside. BRAINS!
Dr. Cossack quickly looked over his shoulder at the
sounds coming into the room. How one looks at sound I'll
never know! Wilson stood out in the hall as a wave of the
dead rumbled down his way, mon! He was frozen dumbfounded
with fear as his worst fear ( Now that was very
redundant! ) and that terrible night in 1974 were
reflected against his eyes once again. The mangled bodies
moved ever so closer! Wilson, suddenly regaining his
sense, spun about and started to make a dash for the
longer, alternate route towards the ammo dump when he came
upon a solid wall. A notice board listing the duty roster
of the day greeted him, in Italian no less. By the time
Wilson's rusty Italian translated the notice board's
sentences of "Get the hell back into that laboratory
before the dead eat you!" which he incorrectly
misinterpreted ( Doesn't incorrectly misinterpreting
something mean correctly interpreting it? ) as "Get the
hall block into that lavatory before Dad beats you!" the
zombies were almost upon him! Hmmm. A seven line
sentence! Wilson turned, saw that he was about to be
eaten, and mad a made- made a mad dash back into the
laboratory. He quickly resealed the door and looked at
Dr. Cossack. "So now what do we do?" Cossack searched
around the room looking for an answer. His gaze came to
rest on the robotized zombie on the operating table before
him. BRAINS!
"How about this?" he asked, waving his hand over it.
"This?" the general asked incredulously. "But how would
we control it?" Cossack held up a laptop PC. "With this.
These units would be completely ineffectual in a field
situation without a mobile means of control. After we got
the prototype here working with the network PC, the
software boys easily came up with the laptop version. Of
course, as with our first experiment with "Protoman" here,
this portable operating system version is untested.
Anything could happen, making for a good cliffhanger
ending don't you think?" "Yeah. We used it once before,
why not recycle it?" Wilson and Cossack glanced over at
the door, their only means of safety from the marauding
terror outside, as the zombies approached it and began to
beat it down. The sounds of their increasingly strong
attempts reverberated within the cramped laboratory
quarters.
This is the end of "Return of the Living Dead:
Rewritten IV \ Invasion!" Zombies have invaded the base!
Morgan has finally revealed his motives behind Project:
Afterlife! Cossack and Wilson are trapped by the
aforementioned zombies! Will their zombie robot save them
or join in the consumption?! Hoot, mon! It'll be hot
under yer kilt next time in "Return of the Living Dead:
Rewritten V \ A Farewell to Arms!"
"Return of the Living Dead: Rewritten III \ THEY'RE
BAAAAAACK!" @1995 by David Minter. Based on the movies
"Return of the Living Dead" @1984 by Orion Pictures
Corporation which is based on the movie "Night of the
Living Dead" @1968 by Image Ten Productions, "Return of
the Living Dead Part II" @1988 Orion Pictures Corporation,
and "Return of the Living Dead III" @1993 by Trimark
Pictures, the concept of the Book and Record Set @1984 by
Buena Vista Records, and material from the :Rewritten
series, consisting sequentially of "Gremlins: Rewritten,"
"Critters: Rewritten," "Gremlins 2: Rewritten," "Night of
the Living Dead: Rewritten," "Bionic Command: Rewritten,"
and "Star Wars: Rewritten," written by David Minter @1991,
1992, 1993, and 1994.
Night of the Living Dead @1968, 1984, 1988, 1989, 1990,
1993, and 1994 by Image Ten Productions and George Romero,
John Russo, and Russ Streiner.
Buena Vista Records is a subsidiary of Walt Disney
Pictures Incorporated.
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