DAY 1:
'Blitz' had a shitty mechanic. Oh sure, he "knew a guy" that got him the latest experimental imports, but half of her gear didn't fucking work! Still, when the world went to hell, she couldn't think of anywhere else to go lay low.
The mechanic's house was on the edge of town. Blitz snuck in the back door. Didn't seem like anyone was home. She made a quick check of the basement, also no sign of her mechanic. Upstairs again, she peeked out the window. "Shit... shit shit shit shit shit."
The psycho-infection had spread here too. Human figures roamed the streets between wrecked vehicles. She rushed from window to window and closed the blinds. As she was closing up the bedroom, she heard a *CRASH* of glass back in the living room. "Oooooh fuck!" she whispered. She ran into the garage looking for... ah-hah! This will do. A heavy wrench.
Slowly and quietly she peeked around the corner. The man... no, it was more like a walking corpse, was stumbling around the living room. Blitz froze. It didn't seem to notice her. She watched it a while. Without intelligence, it continued to just bump into one piece of furniture after another. Something steely tightened within her chest, a feeling that she would not allow this pile of rotting meat to drive her away... thought it might also have been a faulty bionic. Blitz stepped fully into the room. The creature saw her and started shambling forward. She stepped back into the hallway, waited, and when it rounded the corner *BAM*! She beaned it with the wrench.
To her momentary shock, it didn't crumple to the ground like most people would have. She swung again, and again and again. She didn't stop until it's head was a smear across the floor, and the walls, and a bit on the ceiling. Blitz retreated to the bedroom to catch her breath and her wits.
The wrench worked in a pinch, but she needed something bigger. The garage held some tool lockers that, when forcefully disassembled, yielded some heavy metal pipes. She pounded one end flat to better pierce a skull or maybe pry open a door. Much better. Blitz also found some sports arm-guards in the closet, along with a few medical supplies. Convinced that she'd made a good sweep of the upstairs, she went back to the basement.
Exercise equipment, downstairs bathroom, television, there was nothing immediately useful save for a few snacks. She opened the door to the mechanic's workshop and-
"CONNECTION FAILURE! ABORT, RETRY, FAIL?!" screamed the human head wired to the top of the thing. It was a collection of robotic scraps bolted together into a shambling body. It lurched through the doorway and grabbed at her. Blitz had no time to scream, no time to curse. She wasn't sure if she peed herself a little or if it was one of her implants malfunctioning again. Backed up against the refrigerator, all she could do was swing her pipe. *CLANG* against a metal appendage. *CLANG CLONK PING* as metal impacted on metal. Finally, she hit it in the face with a whet *SCLORCH*!
"No, turn left! Turn left!" the face pleaded. Still, the thing clawed at Blitz. It wasn't very agile, but it was tough.
"WHY" *CLANG* "WON'T *CRUNCH* "YOU" *CLONG* "FUCKING" *TINK* "DIE?!" Blitz screamed as she beat the monstrosity over and over and over again. Finally, something came loose. With a spray of fluid, the insane cyborg collapsed and the life left the eyes of the tormented human head.
Blitz slumped back against the wall, feeling numb. Then she realized she had activated her sensory dulling implant during the fight. She deactivated it to conserve power. Now she felt pain. She took some time to collect herself again, just staring at the cyborg wreck in front of her. What the FUCK kind of sick shit was her mechanic getting in to?
After resting, Blitz proceeded into the workshop, where she was thankful to find the autodoc still intact. It had a built-in power source so she was able to access its systems. While she knew enough about technology and medicine to understand basically how it worked, she did not feel confident operating it herself. One wrong command and she could be gutted. She let it be and went to do a more detailed inventory of the house...
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Finally one of these runs worked out. The starting house was not too badly compromised, it's at the edge of town, I found a weapon, and I managed to kill the cyborg before it made enough noise to attract more zombies.