Lenny's Story

The soaked twerp stumbles out of the pond and flops down on the rocks beside you. He wipes the water from his face and tries to clean some of it off his glasses. He gives up with a sigh and returns the Coke-bottle thick lenses to his face.

"I came here about six months back as a tech," begins Lenny. "I ended up working on the jeeps for them. The pay was good and the food wasn't bad and, well, I heard about the hot...you know...beautiful women here, so I was happy. A lot to look at, no offense."

"Keep going," you say, stretching out your legs and using some leaves to wipe at the blood oozing from the wounds created by the vines.

"Like I said, everything was fine until a few weeks ago when people started disappearing. First it was some of the instructors. The women. They would go into the greenhouse and never come out. Then the guards and the guys in the tech labs. By the time I realized what was going on they were everywhere. Frankenstein's soldiers."

"Frankenstein is behind all this?" You are stunned. Frankenstein is one of the most celebrated scientists working with Paisley and the genius behind the Monster Island training program. The idea that he would turn on the academy is terrifying.

"Yeah, he's taking over. He used some sort of chemicals to turn all the men into soldiers and the instructors into these plant women...not like those girls back there, but like walking around and jumping on guys. I almost got taken out by one of them but I managed to escape into the jungle. I hoped I could reach the coast or something. Find a boat."

"How do I know I can trust you?" you demand.

Lenny smiles sheepishly. "If I was dangerous do you think I would have ended up...you know..."

"Getting jerked off by a predatory vegetable?"

"Yeah, that," he says, his cheeks going red. "Look, I think the coast is that way and...uh...that way is the city of myth, dangerous place...and...if we go that way there is some sort of swamp. Might be dangerous."

"We?"

He shrugs. You suppose he's right. His is the first friendly face you have seen and if what he said is true and Frankenstein has gone rogue, then you'll need all the help you can get.

"Alright," you say, giving the pudgy nerd a hand up from the rocks. "My name is Heather Finch. You can tag along with me, but stay out of my way in a fight. And keep your hands to yourself."

"Sure," he says, looking you up and down when he thinks you're not paying attention. He smiles like a little creep as he looks at your ass. You let it slide. You have more important things on your mind, like which direction to go.