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to his fingers and yanked Brooks to the rooftop of a nearby four-story building. The man chuckled before summoning the tornado of darkness to carry him to the roof of the four-story building. There, the man knocked Brooks out before stepping on the edge of the rooftop, chuckling at the death he caused below. 

“I will… fulfill my… revenge.”

Hello All!

 

Thank you for reading the first entry in the saga. Hangman serves as the main series in the universe [Jayhawk Monster Connected Universe (JMCU)] and will prove to influence the important events that will occur. Following Hangman: VIP will be, at least, two more entries. 

 

Hangman: VIP [2020]

Hangman 2: Chains of Terror [2020]

Hangman 3: Task Force 147 [2021]

Damaged

Rocker, Illinois

10:50 A.M.

Day 0

Subjects: Sam [boyfriend] and Mandy [girlfriend]

Subjects number: Sam [#392], Mandy [#487]

Expected Lifespan: Five days

Criminal Record: 

Both subjects: [Numerous speeding tickets and running red lights]  Sam [Robbery at fourteen, assault with a deadly weapon at seventeen] Mandy [Shoplifting at seventeen]

Actor(s): n/a

 

[The following story is derived from Sam’s Journal, found in the home of his ex-girlfriend. Their deaths were unconfirmed, but bites and multiple gashes have been found on the individuals. The suspects, in this case, are few and the evidence, fewer. (Sunburn Police Force) ]

 

The apocalypse devastated us. Zombies emerged from the ground, tearing the ground apart and grabbing at the heavens. I was arguing with my girlfriend Mandy when the zombies neared us.

I glanced down the street and noticed an entire horde forming, only a block away. However, they didn’t cross the one-block radius, which mildly confused me.

Ignoring the weird thoughts rattling around in my brain, Mandy and I panicked---watching as the zombies were closing the distance---and hid in her house, boarding up the windows and barricading the exits. After securing the house, we decided to rest and that’s when I remembered what we were doing before the apocalypse.

My relationship with Mandy was shaky, to say the least. Before the apocalypse hit us, we were stuck in a loud argument. She found out that I had cheated on her with another girl, whom I was dating for two weeks previous to today. Somehow, Mandy found this out, flipping on me and kicking me out of the house. I tried my best to reconcile with her but to no effect. She decided that I was a sick bastard and wouldn’t take me back, only if I begged her while on my knees. Which I would never do; my pride is more important than her. 

Mandy then began getting violent, swinging at me. I, of course, didn’t swing back as the police would charge me for hurting her. Wait? Are the police still alive? Anyways, that’s when our fight was interrupted by the undead, roaring and swinging at us. We fought back and escaped our first brush with death.

Day one of the apocalypse came and went. Mandy ignored me and wouldn’t listen to what I was saying. I tried to help her by gathering water from the faucet, but she kicked the bucket with the water over. I then chose to keep to myself if she didn’t want to play nice.

  Wait, I’ll have to be back. Something is wrong.

 

 

[The following isn’t a part of Sam’s journal, as much of the original material was shredded when discovered by the Sunburn Police Department. Instead, the following excerpt was derived from a written transcript of a conversation following the events unfolding of Sam’s last entry into his shoulder. The men listed in the transcript have no names and are addressed by their clothing. The dates were written by an unidentified reporter who has no ties to the people identified as Sam and Mandy, a disgruntled couple]

   

“Increase the volume of the prepared screams,” A man dressed in a cloak told a group of scientists. “Do it now!” he ordered. The scientists followed his order and turned a hand crank to increase a valve labeled ‘screams.’ Another man dressed in casual clothes laughed as he watched Mandy pacing in front of Sam’s room with a kitchen knife. After a while, she returned to her room. Sam continued to write in his notebook about his perspective of the situation.

 

Days two saw Mandy descending into madness, her anger at Sam for cheating, and symptoms of a mental illness rising. Sam, on the other hand, found a notebook and scribbled the details of day one through his perspective. He wasted most of the second day writing in the notebook and procrastination compared to Mandy who fortified the house and prepared weapons to use. If it was for the zombies or Sam was unclear.

 

Day three saw the arrival of a type II zombie, a zombie that was significantly stronger than the zombies that Mandy and Sam were used to. The Type II zombies charged at the door and nearly broke in. Sam, who was taking a nap for the fifth time that day, dashed to find the attic’s opening, which was in Mandy’s room. Mandy grabbed her weapons and fought against the zombies, reigning supreme. After an hour of fighting the zombies back, she found Sam hiding in the attic like a cowardly man. 

She shouted at Sam about his cowardly tactics which fell to deaf ears. She kicked him out of the room and locked the door behind her. Sam, arrogantly, tried to establish a hierarchy with him on top. A small flame was growing stronger within Mandy.

 

Day four started with an argument between a bored and lonesome Sam and an angry and tired Mandy. Mandy shouted in Sam’s face and threatened him with a knife. Sam backed up and scurried away to the room he chose, which used to be Mandy’s brother's room, and scribbled his twisted view on her in his notebook.

Inside Mandy's room, she fantasized about slicing Sam’s throat with the knife but calmed herself down. She then left her room and headed over to Sam’s room, informing him about guard duty. Sam pouted as Mandy toppled him with work including guard duty, fortifying the house, and cleaning up the house; all duties that were burdened onto Mandy. Sam agreed to her “sick” demands, not listening to her, as the two kept their distance for the rest of the day. Sam continued to write in his notebook instead of doing his duties while Mandy had to pick up the slack. The day ended with Sam being on guard duty and Mandy taking a well-needed rest.

 

On the fifth day, zombies broke into the house through the front door. Sam, who was on guard duty, fell asleep and wasn’t watching when the zombies pounded and tore at the front door and barricades. Sam woke up to zombies pouring into the room. Sam jumped at the sight and rushed to Mandy’s room. Unknowingly, Mandy was prepping how to achieve her revenge on Sam. However, she couldn’t act on her revenge yet as Sam barged into her room and threw himself at her. Mandy sprung up and slammed the door shut, barricading it with her drawers. “

What the hell is wrong with you!” She shouted. “How did you let them in?”

Sam opened his mouth, but he couldn’t answer her. She walked up to him and slapped him. The slap left a large red mark on his left cheek. “Do you have your knife?” She asked. He shook his head. She gritted her teeth and shouted. She revealed her knife and started ranting, yelling at him for his cowardly actions. “You are worthless! Not only did you cheat on me, someone that gave up everything she had for you, but you have the audacity to rely on me. You’re a man! You should have been paying attention, not crying and running with your tail between your legs to force me to help you.”

“I-I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” She said. She pointed the knife at him. “I’m breaking up with you,” she declared before she plunged her knife into his gut. Sam wheezed from the sudden blow and fell onto the bed. Mandy got on top of him and took the knife out of his gut. She laughed creepily before plunging her knife back into his gut. She repeated the process until the door broke down and the zombies flooded the room. They tore Mandy apart, bit by bit. Sam laid lifelessly as his body was eaten by the undead.

The guy dressed in cloak shared a laugh with the guy dressed in casual clothes. “End the experiment. I’ll prepare the second experiment.” He told the second guy, who was dressed casually. The second guy nodded and grabbed a beer from a server. He gulped the beer down and laughed again, this one seeming menacing. 

“There’s a spy, find him.” The first guy remarked, looking around.

 

Subject #392 and #487 have been eliminated. Experiment 01 has been executed. Commencing the second experiment immediately. Initiating Experiment 02.

Element: Origin

Max Saint returned home from another stressful day at school. He approached the front door, hesitating to turn the doorknob. He didn’t want to see what was on the other side.

He entered the house, glancing at his left. His father---cozily resting in his recliner---remained in the living room. An opened beer and a few random snacks laid on a table next to him. He cheered, grabbing the beer and raising it into the air, as a player on-screen kicked a soccer ball into the goal.

Max scoffed as he walked past the living room entrance---there was no door, only an empty door frame---and headed into the kitchen. The kitchen was a straight shot from the front door with the living room on his left and the stairs to the upstairs on his right.

In the kitchen, attached to the refrigerator’s door, was a post-it note. He approached the note, picking it off the door and skimming through it.

“I’ll be working until 5 AM. Leftovers are in the refrigerator. Pick up your sister from after-school at 6 PM.” He read out loud. He flipped the note for any other clues but found nothing. It was a simple note, after all.

“I have a few hours to myself then.” He thought out loud, turning around. He headed towards the stairs, about to reach them when his father began shouting. It was evident that the team he had money on, were losing. Because of that, he threw a fit, throwing objects including his table around. He tried to throw the recliner, but he wasn't able to. He was way past his prime.

Max slinked into the kitchen, avoiding his father’s sudden temper tantrum. Instead, he