Infestation of Paradyne city act 1 Redux

[Kazkame: Ace Attorney]

The City's buildings were high in stature and gave off a smell of death. The remaining survivors were either dying or mutating in them . The scientist wanted to be gods among the people. They in return became the Demons they created. Some of them came out during the day, but most came out a night. Growling for something to fill there unrelenting hunger. The streets are lined with empty cars and looted stores. The bodies are nowhere to be found. The infestation had been going on for months now and the radio signal had been going on for that long. The message was garbled to the point you only heard on word.

“Help”

One day somebody did hear.

He waited for what was like eternity, and then he heard a familiar sound. The sound was etched into his young mind. It was the sound of twenty or so of them appeared out of the ground. They all seemed calm as if waiting for something to happen. Jason wasn’t going to let that faze him.

< The time is right > said Azerel in his mind.

“I guess so” said Jason

Jason now lowered his goggles over his eyes and began to call his guitar. Samba came out of his head in a semi-glorious fashion. Jason was now surrounded on all sides by all types of them , ones with roses, sailors, nerds and the token police cop. He began to spin around to not get mauled by the parading group. Body parts flew in all directions spilling multi-colored liquids on the buildings. He grasped the neck of his holy guitar as if to ward of the fiends. Then Jason extended it to about seven feet and waited for the next assault. “What are these things” he said cleaning his goggles with his coat sleeve.

As his eyes rose from his sleeve he saw more monsters. “These things seem to multiply more that I thought” he said bracing for the immanent attack. The moistened flesh began to move around him as if to captivate him with the images before him. He saw womanish creatures half naked flaunting themselves at him. Young ones cried yellow tears as if in fear of the coming morning. Around and around they went not making a move. Jason was tired of this he grasped the neck of the guitar and slammed his weapon in to the ground. Propping himself atop the guitar he viewed his audience before him. The gaudy crowd seemed to stare into his very existence, as if they wanted to return to their own realization of life. Then Jason’s forehead began to open and a vortex began to spew weapons of all sorts towards the unsuspecting crowd. Knives, pole arms, blade rifles, buster swords and other sharp objects began to impale them like a child does to a dying animal. At the end of the attack a wasteland of weaponry laid around in spherical fashion around the young demon hunter and his weapon. He knew they weren’t defeated just momentarily halted. He had to find a way to end this infestation or face extinction.