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PreviouslyEdit

TBA

CharactersEdit

Cpl. Riley

Pvt. John

Sgt. Hawthorne

General Jackson

Pvt. Katie

Pvt. Teagen

PlotEdit

John: No! 

John raises his M1911 up at the insane man, and fires 6 times into his body. The man's body falls backwards, then slides off the platform, hitting its head on the ground, splitting it open on the pavement. John, the Medic, and a few other soldiers run over towards Sgt. Hawthorne.

Sgt. Hawthorne: Finish...the...mission. I'll...be fine.

John: You won't be, unless we treat you! Go with the medic, back to the humvee. We'll hurry and get what we need. 

Sgt. Hawthorne: I guess...fine...

The medic and Katie help up Sgt. Hawthorne, then help him towards the humvee. John pulls the list from his pocket and checks off cement bags. Next on the list was plywood. 

John: Alright! Let's get some plywood and get the hell out of here! We'll meet with the other group soon!

John and the rest of the soldiers run down the hardware depot to the other end of the store, where stacks of wood remained. The soldiers all grabbed sheets and ran back to the truck, then came back to grab more. They did this several times until all the plywood was gone, all under five minutes. Soon after, Lt. Powell's group returned with a large drill, and bundles of metal poles and stakes, along with large amounts of caging, for framing the wall. Lt. Powell and his group piled the stuff into the back, strapped it down, then jumped on the humvee. The driver slammed his foot onto the pedal, and the humvee took off from the parking lot. Inside the humvee, Sgt. Hawthorne was completely unconcious, and slowly bleeding out. The driver turned onto a dirt road, and slammed down the accelerator. Lt. Powell pounded on the humvee, indicating the driver to go faster. The driver grunted, then shifted the humvee into a lower gear, speeding the humvee up to 80 MPH. The Humvee commander pulled binoculars from his belt, looked down the road to see a group of people on the road, holding guns, and waiting for the humvee. 

HMV Commander: Katie! Get on that F-cking gun! Fire on my command!

Katie: Yes, Sarge!

Katie climbed up to the turret on the humvee, aimed down the road and waited for the Commander's word. When they were within fifty yards of the people, the driver slammed the brakes and drifted right up to the people. Katie aimed the cannon at the group. Lt. Powell jumped down from the trailer and walked twenty feet down to the group. 

Man: You can't pass this road! It's ours! 

Lt. Powell: Now hold on, you're talking to the United States Army-

The man and his group looked ragged and beaten. Thier clothes clung to thier body like rags. They're hair was torn and greasy, and thier weapons were rusted and dirty. Only the man talking wore shoes. 

Man: DO YOU THINK I GIVE A SHIT!? GET OUT OF THE VEHICLE! ALL OF YOU! NICE AND SLOW!

HMV Commander: Katie! Now!

The man fires a round from his hunting rifle right into Lt. Powell's chest, killing him instantly. Katie squeezes the trigger, and the cannon fires two rounds in an instant, ripping open the man. The driver gets out with his M1911, and shoots one of the bandits. John jumps from the truck, and fires his last M1911 rounds into another bandit. Katie squeezes th

e trigger again, and shoots another bandit, also ripping him in half. The final bandit stops shooting at the humvee, drops her gun, and runs off into the distance. The driver aims carefully, then fires at her. The bullet rushed right through her head, dropping her body with a thud, onto the hot desert soil. 

Driver: Bitches...let's keep going.

John, and the driver grab the body of Lt. Powell, and place him on the back of the trailer. John climbs back up the trailer, and the driver gets back in the driver seat. He slams his foot on the pedal, and the humvee takes off down the road. The driver looks out the window and turns down another road, sending them towards the foot of the Owyhee mountains. The HMV Commander picks up his radio piece.

HMV Commander: Starpath, this is Alpha 1-1. We need immediate MEDEVAC within 10 klicks of postistion Foxtrot Alpha Gamma! Repeat-

Suddenly, the front right tire pops, disconnecting the trailer from the HMV, sending it rolling into a rut. The HMV flips, sending Katie flying from the HMV. It flips, sending the HMV into the ditch on the opposite side of the road. it landed nose first into the ditch. The driver's head was slammed into the HMV, and the Commander's radio disconnected from the dashboard. The driver climbed out, noticing Katie's unconcicious body on the dirt road. He looked inside the HMV, noticing the Commander's helmet split open on the radio, with his brains half hanging out. John was grunting in pain, trying to get his seatbelt open. The three concious soldiers walked over to the HMV. A soldier pointed towards the nose of the HMV, where Lt. Powell's body was at the front of the trailer, crushed at the waist into the trench. The driver opened John's door, cut his belt open with his utility knife, then pulled him from the HMV.

Driver: Alright...now we gotta get the radio from Sgt. McMurren's brain. Sounds fun, right?

John sighs, then walks around to the side of the HMV. The radio piece is in Sgt. McMurren's helmet. John squirms, then pulls his helmet from the corpse. John speaks into the headset. 

John: Starpath, this is Alpha 1-1. We have 2 Casaulties. We need MEDEVAC-

Driver: Never Mind that! Look!

The driver points at a large group of over five-hundred walkers stumbling towards the wreck, only fifty yards away. 

John: Starpath, Negative on that! Alpha 1-1 requests Immediate CAS mission! Ordanance...URGENT! 

Radio: Roger that! ETA 2 Minutes. Hang tight, Alpha 1-1.

John drops the radio, and climbs ontop of the HMV. The driver runs down the road and grabs Katie's body, and places her in the HMV. The other four soldiers bring the unconcious bodies of the others into the HMV, while the concious other six climb onto the HMV, attempting to make a stand. The undead horde approaches, ten yards away, then John opens fire on the undead with the cannon. The driver fires his M1911, killing two. The other soldiers continue to fire, slowly killing them as they get closer. A half a minute later, John points to the sky, where a gunship flies over. John cheers, then continues to fire. A soldier jumps from the HMV, then marches towards the undead, firing his M4. Another Soldiers throws a grenade high, dead into the horde, knocking over twenty. The gunship flies close, twenty feet from the ground, where the two gunners open fire on the herd with the miniguns. The undead continues to shamble towards the HMV, where they attempt to climb onto the HMV. The driver pulls his knife, and begins to stab at them. He fires his last M1911 round, then begins to kick them off the HMV. The gunship flies over the HMV, and the gunners shoot at the undead. The bodies begin to pile up, then a third gunner on the HMV begins to spray Napalm down on the corpses. 

Pfc. Poe: I'm Pfc. Poe, by the way. 

John: I don't think that info's really helpful right now! 


Back at the Base...Edit

General Jackson sits at Will's old desk, talking to several officers. 

Jackson: Alright, Now time to move onto phase Bravo!

Officer: Yes Sir. We've already spotted a cluster of mobile homes ready for airlifting; We'll send in a team on your request sir-

Jackson: What the hell? Let's do it now! And while you're out there, find me a case of beer?

Officer: Uh...yes, sir.



Soldier: This is FCNR 88.1, Fort Cessna, Idaho. Ran by the United States Army. Today is Thursday, Feburary 21st, 2013, the weather is a sunny 56 degrees, and we're here to warm up your hearts with a little song that'll set you, In The Mood.

The soldier drops a record into the record player, flips a master switch and the record, In the Mood, by the Glenn Miller Orchestra (C. 1943), plays onto the radio. The soldier takes off his headset, then takes a drink of coffee from his cup, then sets it back on the table. He picks up his cigarette from his ashtray, and inhales deeply, and placed it back in his ashtray. For two minutes, he spins around on his swivell chair, shooting a paper basketball into a trashcan. When the song ends, he takes the record from the player, and turns the headset back on again.

Soldier: I'm glad to be a part of this station, fort, and refugee camp in the sea of broken homes, hearts, hopes, and dreams. And I'm proud to be a part of the first radio broadcast in over a year-

Suddenly, a soldier opens the door, and gives him a piece of paper. The soldier opens it, then screams with glee.

Soldier: Hoorah! I'm pleased to say, we have forty two housing stations open for refugees by March 1st. Please, If you need any help, please contact us on March 1st, or just march right into the fort, we don't care! If you'd request a pick up, you must be within the Idaho border, and be on radio frequency 1500kHz. Hoorah, I have another song to play, In case you're wondering, 1940's songs are all we got so...yeah.

DeathsEdit

Lt. Powell

Sgt. McMurren

Unnamed Man

Next And BeforeEdit

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