User:MachinaeSupr3macy
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The beginning...
I remember the days before I was put in the middle of this hell. I was a private in the military. They told me that I would be airdropped into Malton; that forces were needed to contain riots. That was the story told on the news, that riots had broken out in the city. I was to stop the looting and evactuate citizens that couldn't get out themselves. They said it would be nothing, the evacuations were only precautions incase it got out of hand and that I would be back home in a couple weeks. Funny how it's been over a month with no contact from the outside world. Had it spread or were we forgotten about? I can only wonder about what has happened to my family and friends.
My chopper got hit on the way down. I now know that we were travelling over an area controlled by a group that would later label themselves as DARIS. Jerks clipped us with a RPG, the pilots couldn't do a thing because their controls locked up. We hit the ground hard. I was part of the few lucky ones, able to crawl out, surviving with only a sprained ankle and some cuts and bruises. Three people made it out alive: Diggs, PartyParrot and I, MachinaeSupr3macy. Of course these were only our code names, tags given to us before we shipped out. I guess they grew on us. Diggs and I had been in seperate units of the military before we were brought in. PartyParrot was a cop, a civilian who had special permission to come into the city. He patched us up after the crash.
They were after us. We could see members of DARIS over the hill which blocked our view of the rest of the world. The shadow of guns extended from their arms. There were at least thirty. We took off, running the stretch of the grassy field that surrounded us. Made it to the forest and got seperated. I found myself in a suburb called Heytown. This is where the shit hit the fan.
I walked the deserted streets, looking for anyone; looking for the source of the constant gunshots which pierced my ears from a distance. I found a group of people who stood, staring at nothing. They swayed back and forth slightly. I called out to them. No answer. I emptied single pistol bullet into the air and simultainiously they all turned and began walking towards me. Again, I called to them. I told them to stop and threatened to shoot. They didn't listen. Two bullets passed through their bodies. The rest missed. The group didn't stop. I reloaded. Three more bullets passed through their bodies, two missed. The final hit one in the head and he fell. I backed up. They were slow. My ears rang as bullets passed me from behind. Seven bangs, seven bodies fell. He took me back to a police station. It had been barricaded up and was filled with survivors. He told me what had happened. I would have been skeptical but the show that happened earlier made my mind side with him. I was given a place to sleep and I found a shotgun, a few shotguns shells and a couple mags of pistol ammo. I walked over to my bed and noticed how tired I was, closing my eyes.
I could hear gunshots and the sounds of people yelling in my dream.
I awoke to the sound of a moan. I had always been a light sleeper. Blood everywhere. No one left. Three of those things walking towards me. I could see more in other rooms. Bastards must have broke in. I pulled myself up and felt better than I had before I fell asleep. I decided to save ammo, I smashed a window and climbed out. At least fifteen zombies stood outside the building. I ran into an abandoned warehouse. They couldn't catch me, they were too slow. I felt grief. I was screwed; trapped here with no shelter food or water. I didn't even know if any humans still lived.
Static filled my ears. I had forgotten about our walkie-talkies and cursed myself for it. All of us in the military had them. I quickly pulled it from a pouch attached to my pant leg. Static. Then a voice. It was Diggs. I couldn't make out much. I heared something about Roftwood and the Grim something Police Dept. Something about PartyParrot. Couldn't understand whether he was dead or alive. Then static, then nothing. Where the hell was Roftwood? An old map hanging from the wall answered my question. I noticed the Grimshaw Police Dept. Boy was I lucky.
Days later, after dodging zombies and using force when necessary, I found myself in the suburb of Roftwood. There were some close calls on the way. A couple times they got a little to friendly and I had to shove an axe that I found into their heads. I was getting better with my weapons. I was a new recruit back at home. I was shipped off before I was trained well. Now, with my pistol I could hit a bit more than half the shots I took. Still not that great but I would improve even more with time. Of course there was a certain amount of luck involved but there always is in war.
I made it. I met up with Diggs and PartyParrot. They had both survived ok. Little did we know that soon Roftwood would be overrun by a massive amount of zombies. We would fall back to Stanbury which would also eventually get hit hard.
There we would form the RAF.
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