User:Solarius/Reclamation

Reclamation

I am in the office of Colonel Michael Howard, who commands all military forces posted around Malton. It is his ultimate responsibility to not allow anything unauthorized to leave the city, alive or otherwise. The forty-seven year old man's expression is tired, and he looks out the window as our interview begins:

Five years. It's been five goddamn years since this hell of a mess began. Believe me, when I received my orders, I thought High Command was pulling my leg. A breakout of an infection which can turn the living into undead zombies...sounded something straight out of some damn science fiction story, like the ones that my nephew reads. At least now the worst is behind us, all that's left now is sort out the mess left behind. So I guess you want to hear it, don't you? How we were able to finally solve the Malton crisis?

Yes. Only a few scant details are known, but I'm hoping to get the full story from you.

Well son, you came to the right place. For the few years, my job has been to know exactly what goes on inside that city, (He points to the great quarantine wall) to provide external tactical support, and to brief my superiors on any changes on the situation. Now, let's start at the beginning of the end, shall we? After the 5th Siege of Caiger Mall...

The what?

Oh, right. Well, ever since the outbreak, the people of Malton divided themselves into numerous groups. You wouldn't believe how much of a pain it's been trying to keep track of all these groups, their locations, and their activities, along side with keeping track of the zombies themselves! I swear, its ridiculous. These groups range from military-like outfits to death cults. I know, I know...Death cults. God, you have no idea how many times I've been tempted to order a bombing run on certain buildings. A well-aimed missile here and BOOM! A death cult calling themselves The Burger King Death Squad would be erased from history!

Umm...

Yeah, I know, what the hell is wrong with these people. Trust me, you don't to know. Heck, I don't want to know.

Can we get back to...

Yeah, sure, sorry. Anyways, since the beginning of the Outbreak, Caiger Mall, a four-block mall between the suburbs of Chudleyton and Darvall Heights had stood as THE primary symbol of human resistance against the zombie hordes, and as such, was defended by several different groups. That was, of course, until the third siege, when the mall fell into zombie hands. Since then, the mall just exchanged ownders every few months. Anyway, after the 5th "Great Siege",