User:Marcus Lobonsky

Before The Plunge

Long before the outbreak, I was a soldier stationed at Fort Creedy, assigned as a security specialist for natural disasters and other urban catastrophes. I received my discharge when it seemed that I would finally be able to move on to a quiet job as a security officer for Clapton Stadium, where I'd grown up as a kid watching the Malton Crash play. For a time, it looked like I was finally going to live out my childhood dream in peace.

A Creeping Plague

During a routine practice session of the Crash, there came a report through the main securinet channels that a large number of military vehicles moving down the streets between the stadium and nearby Pole Mall. Sensing no problems down on the turf I left my partner to manage things while I went up into the nosebleed sections to have a look. Whole rows of people, what looked like hundreds of thousands, were being hoarded onto flatbeds and supply trucks, with soldiers everywhere. Radioing this to my superiors, I was then informed that there was to be a major evacuation of West Grayside. That was all that was known at the time.

The entire stadium was cleared out in just under two hours, with the players, non-security staff and their families given top priority for shuttle buses which routinely ferried spectators to and from the Mall before and after the matches. Just as me and my colleagues were preparing to lock down the stadium, though, was my first experience with the rotting legions, the first embrace of 'death'.

Somehow, they'd gotten in through one of the service gates; nearly a hundred of them swarming onto the turf as I was sent to double-check for any lost personal effects. With nowhere else to go, it took little time before the hordes had overcome me. Suddenly, there was darkness.

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