Atticus Jackson
speaker
1,217 appearances
8 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 20 Sep
Atticus Jackson’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Michael's helmet took the majority of the blow, but it was still sufficient to break his concentration.
He fell to his back, and the light faded, darkness swallowing all save for the small patch of dim light coming through the door.
I cut Abe's rifle from its sling as we raced the last few feet to the door.
By the time I'd pulled a grenade from his carrier and loaded it, we were halfway up the stairs and the sound of our pursuers' frenzied splashing had nearly reached the door.
I stepped aside, letting the rest of the team pass me by as I fixed my sights on the door.
I fired as the first sets of arms passed through, followed immediately by those horrible, milky eyes and maniacal grin.
The rounds struck low, detonating underneath the lower half of the creature's body, severing top from bottom.
Its upper section fell limp as it hit the floor, and I had just crossed the threshold at the top of the stairs when I heard the sounds of palms slapping on wood.
I turned to see what resembled a large, fleshy centipede barreling up the stairs towards me.
Its upper body was now propelling itself towards me on its many hands at a terrible speed, jaws snapping ravenously all the while.
I fell backwards into the lobby as I dropped the rifle, bringing my shotgun up as I hit the ground.
I fired wildly from my back,
it got into the advancing monstrosity, crippling two of its arms and all but destroying the upper left quadrant of its head.
I jammed my weapon into its jaws when it pounced, struggling against its sheer mass as it battered me with its remaining limbs.
It had nearly closed two of its hands around my throat when Michael reached the fire alarm.
Water poured down from the sprinklers, and the creature writhed in agony.
Everywhere the water touched its flesh, it seemed to burn.
Smoke pouring up from the wounds and the wails from its mouth.
Nearly half a minute passed before it finally died.
The rest of the pearl position that on a normal human body would have resembled the fetal position.
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