[Here comes part two of our Rogue Survivor story - part one can be found here. If you're reading this and thinking 'eh?', then check out the game - it will all become clear soon.

Again, you can click on screenshots to see full size versions.]

The moon is out, and so are the beasts who wouldn't mind a chomp or two on my flesh and bones. I am Ulrich Jones, and yesterday I woke up in a train station with no recollection of how I got there. I know that I need to find my sweetheart Laura, and for some reason I believe the hospital will provide some answers. That's why I've traipsed through streets of the undead, dragged my soiled boots through the city's sewers and ended up in the park a few blocks away from the medical centre.

The ground is muddy as hell, and movement is awkward beyond belief. Amazingly, I managed to steer clear of danger, climb the park fence and land on the adjacent street.

Time to move.


I hear a growling bloody noise ahead, and shining my torchlight into the darkness, I come face-to-face with a dark-eyed zombie - the most hideous thing I've ever seen. There is blood and gore everywhere, and... oh hell, he's looking right at me.

I run for my life, into the next district and hopefully to safety. The creature is limping and can't keep up with me, but that doesn't make me feel any better about the situation. By now I'm far too tired to fight back, and promise myself that once I manage to escape, I'll find the nearest bed available.

No such luck. As I turn a corner, under the impression that the blood-thirsty zombie is far behind me, I nearly run straight into another undead minion... but this particular beast really knocks me for six. I look up into the face of Cheryl Brown, one of Laura's work-mates.

Except that it isn't Cheryl anymore. Cheryl's body is definitely in motion, but it's clear that Cheryl isn't the one in control - in fact, she hasn't been around for a while. This is the virus in effect, and all I can do is look on in horror as the once pleasant and relatively cute party girl lunges for my chest.


BOOM! I blast into her with my shotgun once, BOOM! another time. She lashes out and really tears into my skin. I take one last look into my deadened eyes, and deliver the final spray, taking her head clean off.

I don't think I need to eat anymore.

On my hands and knees, I notice that the clouds are looking a sort of light gray - still a murky, horrible sight, but at least the sun is finally coming up again. And yet the weather is getting even worse, and the rain just will not stop.


Onwards I march - I'm now in the right area, but I cannot for the life of me work out where this damn hospital is. People and zombies fill the streets, and before I know it, I'm completely surrounded by zombies. I quickly dive over a park fence and edge around, desperately trying to keep my distance.

The undead are now grasping at me through the fence, and I've barely got any energy left. I climb the fence again in a bid to escape, and in that instant, my glance falls on the hospital, sitting peacefully at the end of the street.

Or at least what is left of it. The entire building is rubble, with fire, death and destruction everywhere.

My last hope drifts off into the unknown, as I'm dragged down from the fence and into the street. As I feel teeth rip into my arms and smell the rotten dead organs of my pursuers, the rancid odor filling my nostrils enough to sedate a wild cat, I find that I feel nothing at all. Just as I had back when the car overturned and she fell out of my life.

Maybe I had been kidding myself, but it was just wonderful to have something to hold on to. I'm done with staying alive. Life is for suckers.



Ulrich Jones was a man and a civilian.
He didn't achieve anything notable. And then died.
He was killed by Carla Bent's zombiefied body. He was alone the entire time.

May his soul rest in peace.
For his body is now a meal for evil.
The End.

[And that's how not to play Rogue Survivor. Ulrich survived less than two days, but you can most likely do far better. Go give it a download and make up your own story.]