You're alone again, in the murk and in the miasma, surrounded by the living damned and unhallowed dead.
GOD OF DEPTHS: (Fallout 1 Soundtrack - City of the Dead (Necropolis))
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZctTNwrjHA<span class="mu-b">[???] Something... something is wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.</span>
<span class="mu-r">You're not alone.</span>
>TERROR>35A black mist begins to form. It's that presence again, a sourceless malevolence manifesting from the still air, so you take out the Big Iron and watch.
The dark clouds descend and gather on top of a corpse. Then, buoyed by the force, it rises straight upwards and hangs right in front of you. The peeled back lips of the cadaver seem to mock you. It gets you real riled up - you open fire but the bullets fly right through the mist and slam into the walls.
<span class="mu-i">Of fucking course.</span>
You switch targets and fire right at the neck, striking a good clean shot through, leaving only sinews and meat to connect it, and the weight of the body is enough for it to decapitate itself. Your own body aches as you slowly watch the body float gently downwards. What the hell was the point -
<span class="mu-r">INSTINCT 1 - AUTOMATIC FAILURE
You realize too late that's not the right target.</span>
There is a Ghoul standing in the open entryway, now turned into a pitch black figure with its head turned upwards. You let loose another bullet, hitting its center mass, but its too late.
Its flesh swells before your eyes and you can only imagine the noises of creaking bones and popping joints as its entire frame twists into something more animalistic. Its arms are lengthening and now dangle by its sides as it begins to sways from side to side, jittering with great agitation. You let loose a second shot and it hits its mark once more, but the flesh forces itself together with a spray of blood.
The gas mask is pushed upwards and you see its tongue lolling out, then the skin tears and the jaw is pushed forward and its mouth opens wider and wider as if its screaming in utter and total agony. Every muscle seems to distend and contract. It grows taller and broader, getting stronger even as it suffers.
A hideous mutation! It crouches down on all fours in a grotesque, candid mockery of a man and it heaves and wheezes audibly as it begins to creep forward. You aim and open fire. It <span class="mu-i">dodges.</span> The momentum slams it into the wall, but it rapidly and erratically rights itself. It seizes a nearby corpse, rears upright on two legs, hefts it over its shoulder, about to throw -
>SHOOTING>DOMINANT SUCCESSA chunk of flesh is blown straight out of its shoulder. The bone is exposed and its right arm goes slack! It shrieks, you think, and it lopes back into the outer black to lick its wounds. Looks like its abilities aren't all its cracked up to be. <span class="mu-g">That regeneration doesn't seem to be an issue now.</span> Still, it seems retains the same instincts it had while it was a Gray Ghouls - or still is.
<span class="mu-i">The bastards are</span> adapting down here.
