{Delta}Team-The Apocalyptic Diary
By: delta08margawt



Status: 100% done
The diary of a Delta Team durring a bio terrorism attack that causes a rage virus to break out in central USA.
Rated PG13 for Major violence and Language.

Time & Date :
August 18th, 22:00 hrs
Location:
Milwaukee, WI (Central USA)
Southern Sector, District 12...Rooftop of a Fire Dept. Facility.

2200 hrs: For all intents and purposes this diary was to never have been written as per military policy in an active combat zone...I have taken the anonymity of calling myself 08. I'm the team's sniper and a Sergeant. For my teammates, I have assigned them numbers as well in case this diary be confiscated by a higher ranked officer. My team leader and captain, we will call him Advisor, then there is 50, a sergeant, a rifleman and technician and lastly is 37, a sergeant, a rifleman and our medic....06 and 53 were sergeants and were also attached to our team when we deployed to this area of the quarantined zone....we are a six man team...holding an area of one square
city block...

National guard and regular army units have been stationed in the surrounding neighborhood to the west and east of us, to the east is open terrain that the government owns and is fenced off with barbed wire for a good mile or two running north to south, beyond the barbed fence is a raised hill about 100 yds from the fence. Atop the raised hill is a railroad track also running north to south. The fire station we were holed up in was quite nice actually, it had accurate maps of the surrounding neighborhood and the city itself. It also had a limited
food supply and good sleeping quarters. Its late at night and its my turn to sleep but I'm writing in this diary to any who may read this if I do not make it out...

The Government issued a bio-threat alert to all military bases in-country and abroad of this pending attack three days ago...So my unit went to active status, we were stationed at Fort McCoy in Wisconsin...we found out two days later it was for real and the virus had broken out in many major cities around Central USA...It was terribly real and like something out of that movie called 28 weeks later....The Government is calling it the 1MD Rage virus (or One minute death)...its said that once bitten it takes one minute to change from normal to a rage zombie...and there is no going back to normal again...



The first day we arrived in this district assigned to our unit we had to find the best place to set up an OP (out post), it was the fire station at the top of a gradual hill along a road called 13th street...when we arrived the fire engines were all gone...no one but the cook was left behind to operate the switchboard and receive 911 calls. His name is Jacob Foyle. He said the fire engines were dispatched to the downtown area where the 911 calls for help originated from...its also where he lost contact with each of the three engines assigned this station...he has not had contact with any of the other fire stations around the city either....Jacob left with the other civi's (civilians) when it came time to leave later the next day.

We were checking civi's as they came to our check point and made sure they were not infected...we hold them for at least a minute to see if they change...its weird but what can you do...orders are orders. We all took turns making the civi's wait a minute each until they could pass...it was a long process that got worse by the minute as more and more people wanted to get through to safety. After about eight hours of this, an order came across the radio that we are to shut down the check point. We must turn people away and tell them to go back to their houses and stay there until the curfew is lifted and to listen to announcements that will be broad casted on a radio station the government will air on. This was painful to some civi's but what can you do...

The infection is spreading, this is what Advisor told our team over dinner last evening. We have orders to shoot on sight anyone attempting to breach our AO (Area of Operation)...this was very tough for me because how can you tell who is infected and who is not....we listened to the military radio broadcast from the army units that entered the hot zone of downtown Milwaukee and got over run by the horde of raging zombies...you could hear the gun fire over the air, a soldier talking in the hand set and then it all stops....then you know they were snuffed...



We had our Striker parked in the space where the now vacant fire engines used to be. I loved the striker, it is a good vehicle to have...it is now the 18th of August and we have begun our defense of this district...a group of civi's approached our check point barricade and we warned them to go back to their houses or they would be shot....all of them went away but one guy got bold and tried to jump the barricade wall, he got over two walls before
I dropped him with a round from my MK11 Mod 0 to the head from the top of the roof of the fire station. We had a nice vantage point from the top of the station to overlook the surrounding area...most of our targets would be down hill from us...

Our defense line stretched across a street called Edgerton Avenue...we had barricades all up the street for miles to the west. To the east it stopped due to the barbed fence and government property there...beyond the railroad track was more open ground and another barbed fence that also stretched out north to south...beyond that to the east was the airport called Mitchell Field. Our job was to watch from the fire station to the raised hill and slightly beyond
it. The vision from the scope of my rifle had a blind spot on the opposite slope of the raised hill to the east where the railroad track was. National guard units were stationed near the airport over there and should be ok...

August 19th, 0130 hrs: It was my turn to go on watch along with 50, we had a system of two men on and four men off for every two hours of the night shift, so eventually you would get a four hour sleep. I stopped by the kitchen on my way to the top to get a bite to eat, we were saving our MRE's (Meals ready to eat) for when the food ran out of the fire department stores. I was eating an apple and watching the small television set they had on the very large kitchen counter top when another news flash came across the screen.

The news was on and there was a tall Caucasian man in a suit telling everyone to remain calm until this crisis can be resolved...etc.etc. I turned the channel and saw much of the same until I finally caught a live news feed of a camera crew reporting within downtown from the local television network. I watched them get overrun by a group of three to five infected persons...as the infected people literally jumped the camera crew and beat the living crap
out of them with their bare fists pounding and teeth biting pieces of flesh from the crew, all the while the camera was running albeit on the ground side ways...I watched in a stunned silence for a minute until the Network went to another broadcast about staying indoors...but that was real...very real....I stopped one more time to glance at the tele and saw it go out..the screen went blank...

When I got to the top of the roof, I saw 50 sitting behind the sand bags we put up there to provide cover and a spot where I could rest my sniper rifle with tri-pod extended on. We could hear sporadic gun fire in the distance (to the North) near the cemetery about eight to ten blocks away...I told 50 what I seen on the tele and he was shocked too....

A line of bright fire sprung up in the cemetery and within moments of that happening we could see burning infected coming out of it...they were running about in the dark confines of the cold stone monuments. Flashes and reports from small arms fire could also be seen there. The flames began to die off and so did the resolve of the defenders that decided the cemetery would be a safe haven from the 1MD virus. We could see that the defenders were being chased down within the fenced in grounds because the flashes from their guns were getting farther apart from where they once stood together. It was over within five minutes....Five minutes of horror...we looked north on the scene in the grave yard and counted at least twenty two burning bodies scattered about the yard...I figured, after their brains turned to liquid from being burned alive they just collapsed on the spot and cooked off...

It was dark, and an hour into my watch when we heard two automobile engines start up a block away in an ally, we could see the head lights of the two cars as they drove away from our AO towards the North and into downtown, we never seen them again....

The utility power was still on in the city but Advisor says that the military is going to cut it soon, so then it will not interfere with our night vision equipment...right now it was working good but the street lights were starting to mess with my peripheral vision, playing tricks on me like someone's there and they are not. 50 wanted to shoot the light bulbs out in the lamps in our area and I thought it a good idea too but did not want to wake the boss up to do it. I said we would wait until he gets up for the next watch and ask him for the go ahead for shooting the bulbs out...

0315 hrs: My watch was almost over when the utility power was cut and it was nice and dark around our area for a good distance in either direction. I could still see the city was on fire and many buildings were burning in all directions except the airport...Planes were still taking off from it but none have landed on my whole shift. The Airport had emergency lighting and it came on from private generators on site that fed the necessary power to light the port up...So we could still see light from that direction (east).

I was spotting through my night vision goggles for targets that pose a threat to breaching our barricade which was 100 yrds down hill from us by a stop and goal light, any one who went past the first barricade at the stop and goal light would be a live target and susceptible to our kill on sight orders. So far we had only one incident, and that I took care of...now came the second encounter...



From an alley a half block away from the intersection where the stop and goal light was came a group of targets numbering around ten to twelve....They moved at a walking pace, a shambling fast walking pace towards our barricade...This is when I told 50 to lock and load it brother, we got company. The Hatch to the roof top was always open and my brothers in arms always slept in the level below where the firemen used to sleep. I could hear 50
shouting down the hatch that we had company...

Just as 50 got back to the sandbags, was when I was beginning to squeeze off my first round. As the mob attempted to leap, crawl and jump over the barricade. My scope zeroed in on a easy target, one of the infected was attempting to tear down the barricade with her bare hands, a young female in her early twenties with blood on her clothes and face, her eyes is what did it for me...those eyes were a horrible looking reddish hue and she stood there just pounding on the wood of the barricade when I pulled the trigger. I then watched her feet buckle at the knees as her lower body slipped forward and her upper torso fell backwards as the round entered and exited her left eye socket, taking a piece of her skull along for the ride into the cement behind her, she fell back on the pavement and did not move again....My scope moved and found another target....then another....by now 37 and Advisor along with 06 and 53 came up top and laid down some fire on the group of them who were now attempting to breach a house on the inside of the
first barricade but before the second barricade, two infected managed to break inside...there must be people in there because, four minutes later, out came five infected targets...they just started moving off towards the north and into our view, we dropped all five with precision shooting....

0405 hrs: Our whole team is topside (roof top) and we are listening to our military radio...we took it out with us from the Striker to the roof top for easy access in case we needed to get air-lifted out or to call in support....the pieces of flesh and the bodies of the infected we gunned down earlier between the first barricade, the intervening ground and the house were starting to cool off, then it all disappeared from our night vision, it was like an eraser to pencil marks on paper, until the daylight came and revealed the victims of our late night shooting...

We had our "little sister" with us on this trip and what I mean by our little sister is our squad's M82 Barrett rifle...we had it resting on a few sandbags with its barrel facing north towards a main intersection four city blocks away. We had orders to use it on vehicles to stop anyone attempting to breach our district with them...the Barrett used a .50 cal round when she talked and it had a speed of 2,700 feet per second with a ten round clip which could
be fired completely off in under ten seconds with accuracy...



0545 hrs: 37 and 53 went on watch right after the earlier incident, while the rest of us went down stairs for some sleep...Sometime later all of us were awakened by the sound of a loud horn in the distance, then it sounded again a moment later, it was getting closer to us...by the time we heard the sound of the second horn blast, I was already armed and heading for the roof top...37 had the Barrett zeroed in towards the sound as it approached from the north while 53 was shouting down the hatch that we have company up the street....

As I reached the roof top and took my position along the sandbags and brought my scope into focus, I could hear Advisor giving orders to all of us to kill any infected outside our barricade if clearly identified as infected...I saw 50's grin widen as the order was given...I turned my attention back towards the north and the noise of a semi-truck as it turned onto 13th Street from a main street running East to West four blocks from the first barricade...

It plowed right through the main street intersection, knocking over and aside three automobiles that were abandoned there from an accident earlier yesterday evening or so....The problem was evident in the fact that a large group of infected were chasing the semi-truck...the group of infected got larger as the driver pounded the horn in his truck to warn them away from the front of his vehicle (didn't he know those were infected targets and should just be ran over...duh). The infected came out of nearby houses and side streets to the sound of the horn...through the scope of my Mk11 Mod 0, I could see the infected that got close enough to the truck to begin pounding on it with their bare fists, some even tried to grab onto any piece of the truck they could hold onto and were taken for a ride...a few got
themselves crushed by the eighteen wheeler....

The truck, once it turned completely onto 13th Street, began to pick up speed as the driver saw our three barricades and was thinking to ram it through like he did to the cars previously...he was dead wrong...the truck was one block away from our first barricade when Advisor gave 37 the go ahead to take the truck out...The truck was going up hill and about a half a block from the first barricade when it stopped dead as little sister's .50 cal rounds entered the engine block of the semi and put it out. The driver was trapped in his cab as the infected began to climb all over the stopped semi-truck, I could see the side window shatter from the blows the infected landed on it, gun shots rang out from the truck and then stopped, we could hear the screams of the raging infected as they ripped at their latest victim, the screams could be heard echoing up the street to our positions...

Some of the infected started moving towards the barricade while others moved off in various directions from the site where the semi-truck stopped in the middle of the street...that all stopped when we heard gun fire to the west of our positions...which also got the attention of all the infected in the area and they started moving off in that direction...some skirted our barricade on their way to the west and paid the price for their efforts...this firing also attracted a group of them to start moving towards us...their numbers were too few and they were scattered...they were easily picked off by our accurate fire, three of them actually got twenty feet past the third barricade before we dinged them...

Gun fire could be heard up the street from our positions where the regular army had men positioned behind three barricades like our own....Advisor told us that another Delta Team was stationed on the bridge/Hwy that leads into and out of downtown about a mile west of our position. We had radio contact with them on a separate channel...They told us they had a big fire fight with infected as a they came down the free way from down town...they tell us that the free way is littered with hundreds upon hundreds of vehicles that stalled from lack of gas from waiting to get out...

1000 hrs: We wait....and we wait, the fire department has a small work out area and a hand ball room where we get our exercise.
06 started up the Striker for a minute to hear the engine and check for any problems...he was also a mechanic and a rifleman. The
Striker was running fine....

1200 hrs: We just got a report from higher ups that the Airport at Mitchell Field is now closed...No more planes are to leave or land there....

1220 hrs: Sporadic gun fire can also be heard coming from the North end of the airfield, this lasted for about twenty minutes then stopped...
Advisor attempted to reach the National Guard Hq unit stationed there but no one was answering the call...



1300 hrs: We heard the sound of Helicopters coming from the west and heading east, all of us went up to the roof to see what was going on.
We saw a squadron of AH-64D Apache Attack Helicopters fly over head on their way to the north end of the Air field whereupon they unleashed
fire power on some targets there, then disappeared off to the North east...

1400 hrs: We heard some noise coming from the house where we shot up the infected that tried to get in there yesterday...sounded like
someone else was still alive in there because the sound we heard a pounding sound of metal on wood. The noise was attracting some of the
infected from the residential area around by the first barricade...a small group of infected came out from a side street behind the Quick-Mart on
the North west corner of the intersection...as they came out they started to figure out where the noise was coming from and made for the first
barricade which was forty or so feet from where they were coming out...

At first they began shambling out, then they started to run towards our barricade and the pounding sound coming from just beyond it...It was me
and 50 up on the roof top when this happened...I warned our teammates below that we had company, we did this every time, no matter how small
or large the threat level was to our safety. It was just a precaution we took, we all wanted to get out of this alive...

The infected that ran towards the house numbered seven in all, six were adult males, the seventh was a young boy about the age of twelve who was
the last to be taken out...by me. It took a few extra seconds for me to pull the trigger on that one, 50 just could not do it, I think, he said he did not have
a good shot and I should take it...I did. Needless to say none of the seven infected made it to the house where the boarding up process was going on.
Advisor said we should go down there and see who was alive in our district, get them out of there and in the firehouse with us for their safety and ours.

Advisor picked out 37, 53 and myself to go with him to the house near the first barricade while 50 and 06 covered us from the firehouse rooftop. We picked
our gear we would take with us from the striker and headed out on foot. It was about 120 yards from where we were at...We used cover from nearby
houses as we leap frogged from cover to cover, all the while trying not to make any noise doing it. We passed three infected bodies from the group that
advanced the closest to us,they were ripe, the smell of them rotting in the sun of an August heat almost made me gag, flies and gnats buzzed around
the bloated and blood stained corpses as we passed them by...

1430 hrs: As we neared the house where the noise was coming from...I could hear a sobbing sound coming from inside, along with the hammering. I
heard the crack of a rifle going off in the near distance, then again....I looked back up the hill at the fire station and could see the muzzle flashes from
50 and 06's rifles blinking at us...I then looked towards the barricade and saw infected climbing over the wooden barrier to get at us. It looked like a few
more arrived to investigate the pounding sound, which by now had just stopped at the sound of our semi-auto's going off right outside. We all used the
M416a assault rifles in close combat and sniper rifles for long range engagements....



We were set upon by a group of infected numbering around seven to twelve, they were staggered out, not grouped together...Advisor and 37
opened fire on the first three at less then forty feet away. Those zombies didn't have a chance...they fell fast to the ground, zipped up pretty good.
Their zombie blood pumping out onto the street and running down into the sewer drain next to the curb. My teammates dropped to the knee position
as I came around the corner of the house. I saw two infected rushing at me from the corner of my right eye. As I turned to fire on them, 53 already
had them dead in his sights, he cut them down with a short burst from his rifle. I could see the rounds ripping into them and taking pieces of
flesh with them from vital wounds they would never recover from, their bodies began falling away from my sight to hit the warm pavement. I took aim
on new targets to my front, I could see three of them just clearing the wooden barricade...two men and a woman in their fifties staggered over the
barricade, torn clothing, dried blood stained all around their mouths and neck, they screamed at us with hate as they rushed forward towards
our team. It took a half clip from my rifle to take them down....they bled out on the sidewalk leading up to the house....

We could see more moving in the streets beyond the barricade, they were coming out from all the noise we were making...I could hear the rest
of the team firing their weapons in earnest at targets farther down range of the barricade...I heard Advisor tell us to pull back to the fire station
by two's...we had accurate cover fire from 06 and 50 as we made it back to the station with no losses...Advisor was able to make contact with a
survivor inside the house while we laid down cover fire. We found out there was a young girl of the age of ten, alone by herself in there now. Her
name is Claire, her parents and other sister were attacked and turned into zombies, they left the house as she hid in the closet...we asked her to
be as quiet as possible for three hours, then we would come back for her later when it got darker outside...

1530 hrs: We are waiting for it to get dark to make a rescue attempt for Claire and I can't help but write something in my diary...Advisor had made
contact with the National Guard unit at Mitchell Field ten minutes ago..they got hit badly over there by a few hundred infected that came from the
suburban area around the north end of the airfield...they gathered up quickly at an alarming rate along the fence line when aircraft took off and finally
broke through onto the airstrip grounds where they overran the radio station the National Guard had there. The National Guard just recaptured the
airfield...the line has been held again...

1630 hrs: The sky is darkening, we are getting a lot of radio chatter on the frequency the other Delta team was using at the bridge to the west...
seems more zombies were coming down the free way in larger numbers from down town and the surrounding on/off ramps...gunfire could be
heard from over there more frequently for the last hour or so...

I just finished cleaning my rifle and sharpened my combat knife for the second time in two hours, my team has seen combat before this and we all
know what that's like. This situation is starting to get to me, the walking dead, people eating people and turning into those things out there is just...
just very unnerving is all...I'm trying to make sense of all of this, as are my teammates...it's just an hour at a time man, an hour at a time...I tell myself
this to help me keep it together...I have to stay frosty...

1830 hrs: It was dark outside, we had our rescue plan in place...same four were going in as before, but this time I brought along my gerber
entrenching tool, its very sharp and can be used to pry at things, dig and be used in self defense...the plan was to go quietly down to the house, get
Claire's attention and get her out through a window on the left side of the house while we had cover from the rooftop from 06 and 50 with their night
vision scopes on their sniper rifles...We moved out quickly and quietly down to the house, Advisor rapped his hand lightly on the window of the left
side of the house real quietly, nothing, then again a little louder, we waited for a minute, nothing...I watched our twelve, I could see movement on 13th
street by the semi-truck, heat images were picked up, they were walking towards our district, there were many of them too, where the hell did they
come from...



Just then, Claire came to the window, Advisor told her to be quiet as he pointed and made gestures to open the window up. The girl tried to do it
but was not strong enough or the window was stuck...Advisor told me to open it with my gerber, Advisor took my position as I went to the window.
Pulling out my gerber, I set it to pry up, I looked at the young girl, she was sacred ******** and was starting to make me sacred as I failed to get it
on the first attempt...I motioned to her to pull up when I tried it again...I heard a zip, then another zzip, it was 06 and 50 sending out death to the
zombies moving about near our barricade...I heard Advisor say to hurry up, infected are getting closer and moving around the barricade...the
window flew up on the next attempt with Claire helping, it made a god awful loud enough noise to attract the attention of four infected who started
to run towards us, clearing the first barricade with ease...I grabbed a hold of Claire and put her down on the street, I told Advisor and the team
I got her out. I looked towards the advancing infected and one by one they fell quickly from 06 and 50's shots. I could hear the rounds going off from
their rifles as they zipped past over head to end some zombie's life, if you want to call it a life...

There were at least a few dozen infected running towards our barricade with more coming behind them, we were half way back to the fire station
when 53 got tackled by an infected person coming out from behind a house, it shadowed our movements, then leaped at 53 tripping him up. 53
kicked at it, was able to move it to the side where Advisor took a shot at it. He hit it in the left shoulder thus moving the zombie forward and on top
of 53 whereupon it bit 53 in the lower left side of his neck. The bite drew flesh and blood, as it rose its face up to take another bite, Advisor shot it in the
head sending zombie brain matter across the pavement, the infected person fell aside as 53 stood up and grabbed at his wounded neck...

I followed the glowing trail of pieces of brain matter in my night vision goggles up to the dead zombie, then I looked at 53 as he tried to stop blood from
coming out of his neck. He began to stagger forward dropping his rifle, then he emitted a guttural scream from his wounded neck as the rage virus
spread throughout his body. He lunged towards Claire because she was the closest to him, I moved in front of her and tried to stop my friend, not
wanting to hurt 53 but hoping he could fight it off if I gave him a few seconds...the few seconds never came as 37 shot him dead with two shots to
the upper chest and face. I was stunned for a second as I just realized we lost a friend, tears ran down my face as we ran towards the station...

We made it to the front door of the fire station, it was made of reinforced metal bars and thick glass. We left it open as we would be using it to get
back through on the return trip. We all filed through, 37 was the last to get in though he never made it...he was dragged out into the street as he
turned to step inside...I saw him grab to fire his rifle but he was being pummeled to death, he got off a few rounds before losing conciseness. I
stepped out and fired on them as they stood over his body, there were just too many of them and more were running up the street towards us...
they were kicking and pounding on 37, screaming of madness as the virus worked them to do those vicious things to my helpless friend...more
infected came at me now, I had to close the door or they would have dragged me out as well...we used the sofa in the living area to help seal the
front door thus blocking the view outside and us from looking at them...

After securing the bottom level we went up to the roof to see how 06 and 50 were doing...they were still shooting infected as they were coming
towards our position...there were at least two dozen of them out there, some were gathering around by the front door where we went in but once
they saw us up top, they started getting incensed, they began to try to pound at the brick wall below us...we quickly searched the roof top to make
sure there was no way they could come up after us. The roof had a upper area (the north half of the roof) and a lower area (the south half of the
roof). There was only one spot they could get onto the roof from, it was on the south portion of the building, where a very large air condition unit was, someone could jump up on the metal air conditioner then grab the edge of the lower roof, lift up to get up to the lower rooftop, run across it, jump up
three feet to land on the upper roof and get us in the back or go down the hatch. The roof hatch was located on the northern portion of the roof as
were our sandbags and sniper rifles.



2100 hrs: We were surrounded by the living dead, gun fire could be heard all up and down the defensive barricade we set up running the length I
described earlier in this diary. The regular army was having grave problems to our west, we could not hear them any more, no shots or any com
chat on the radio either...to our east at the airfield we heard a loud explosion, fire has lit up the eastern night sky. More then a few large buildings
were on fire within the compound of Mitchell Field. We also lost contact with the Delta team on the bridge...It is looking very grim...
Our batteries for our night vision equipment were beginning to run dry...I have a back up set ill have to replace for tomorrow night then I'm out...

2110 hrs: We regained radio contact with the Delta team on the bridge to the west, it was garbled at best. Their leader was a good man who I
know well and I will call him 09. They were hurt bad and on the run...they said they were heading in our direction to save themselves...Advisor had
us shoot up a green flare into the night sky to help them find their way to us...we told them the army units between us and them have either
abandoned their positions or been taken out by infected. It was a long distance to travel at night with zombies all over the damn neighborhood.

It was quiet for about twenty minutes, then we heard the first rifle shot coming from the direction 09's team was approaching...as you now
have guessed, gun shots or loud noises attract infected. We were hoping to NOT hear the approach of the other Delta team until they got close to
us...so much for that. Advisor estimated that the team was two blocks away and moving towards us...firing began to increase as more infected
turned away from our station to attack them. We dared not shoot them and we stayed hidden so as to make ourselves invisible to the infected
still outside our station. We gathered up downstairs in the kitchen and quietly got into the Striker. We were going to take it out for a ride, pick up
09's team, get back to the station and call it a night.

2145 hrs:209 was on the radio requesting help, they (09 and two members of his team that were left) were trapped in a house about a block and
a half away from us. It was time to leave the safe confines of the fire station. We had to leave one man back with Claire and to open and close the
bay door to the station, 50 was that man. With 06 driving, Advisor was up top on the .50 cal machine gun mount and I waited in the back to open
the rear hatch when 06 gave the word. We were game man! 06 started the engine of the Striker as 50 opened the bay door, this attracted the
attention of the few remaining zombies outside the station. The zombie's were not sure what that metal object was coming out of the bay, they
did not close in on it until they saw or smelled Advisor standing in the cupola operating the .50 MG. This gave 50 the time he needed to close the
bay door after the Striker exited...it would not be like that on the way back!

2200 hrs: We are following the sound of the gunfire emitting from the house where 09's team was...Advisor is the only one who can hear it and is
directing 06 through the streets to get there. I can hear Advisor on the headset telling us that the infected are coming out from every street we turn
onto. We arrive at the house where 09 and his men are holed up at...every few seconds that goes by I see a shell casing from the .50 MG dropping
into the crew compartment below him. The constant firing Advisor is putting out seemed to attract more infected then he took down. It was a living
nightmare here, now I know how those survivors thought when they got run down in that cemetery just hours before...

We saw 09 now, he stood in the ruined doorway to the house, his men were no where to be seen and he looked like he had more then his own
blood on him, he was bitten and torn up something bad. He just looked at us with sad eyes, then a smile crept onto his face, he stood amongst
the dead and somehow knew he would become one of them soon...a second wave of infected were coming at us now, many more of them.
I heard Advisor shouting to 09 to get the hell in the Striker...I stood at the opening of the rear hatch, gunning down infected that came too close.
I looked at Advisor then to 09...I saw 09 had his pistol in his hand...he put it to his head and said "GO"...he fired once and fell amongst the dead
around him...he and his team were gone...

2215 hrs: Advisor told me to close the hatch and for 06 to drive us quickly back to the fire station...On our way back we got an incoming
transmission on the Striker's radio, it said: "Attention, Attention: All Military personnel in the quarantine zone, Hammer Down Order - Condition
Yellow, Repeat, Hammer Down Order is Condition Yellow". The Hammer Down Order is for when and if the infection gets out of control,
the city will be nuked, all personnel that can hear the siren are in the blast area and should take cover....cover from a nuke...unlikely. Well
if the order comes across as a Hammer Down, Condition Red, a time will be issued with it for immediate pull out...Hell, it's damn close to
that right now if you ask me....

We make it back to the fire station with a horde of raging zombies at our back. They chased us from the house where 09's team bought the
farm...Just as we pulled into the station and 50 pushed the button to close the bay door did two infected get inside...50 shot both of them in the
head. We carried the bodies up to the roof and tossed them over the side...

2230 hrs: My teammates and I listened to the radio, finding out that the National Guard units at the airfield have been wiped out by waves of infected
as they overran their positions twenty minutes ago...we could hear the volume of rifle fire decrease steadily as their numbers dwindled and they either
joined the growing army of living dead or were consumed by them...who ever was up on watch was to try to make contact with anyone on the radio.
We needed to call in a air lift to get us out...no one was answering...

We went to shifts of four hours on and four hours off for teams of two, we told Claire she could have run of the station but to never go near the doors
without one of us with her...I could not help myself, but whenever I looked at Claire I wondered if she was worth the lives of my two teammates...I also
wondered why Advisor ordered us to go down there to see who was in that house making noise, we could have left the infected to take Claire out...but
that would mean the infected would have breached our first barricade and that was not in our doctrine to give up ground...

2345 hrs: Our food supplies are still very good, the back-up generator is making noise is what is keeping the living dead around our fire station, as it
hummed when in operation it echoed in the engine bay...I was looking through my night vision scope on my MK11 Mod 0 and could see many infected
moving around in all the districts around us, just wondering between buildings and streets, looking for living people like us, we could shoot them at leisure
but the more we shoot the more of them come around...The back up generator runs on gasoline, which we do not have a lot of...maybe enough for two
more days...Our batteries for our night vision equipment were beginning to run dry...I have a back up set ill have to replace for tomorrow night then I'm out.
We can still flush the toilet and get water from the sink. We are conserving ammo, we only shoot them when we have to now...



August 20th, 0100 hrs: The change of the watch just happened, Advisor and 06 are on for the next four hours...we try not to stand up near the edge
because then some of the zombies can see you or smell you or whatever they do and just get excited, swarming below, slamming their bloody fists
on the brick wall of the station...we also try to avoid the engine bay with the Striker in it when we can because the bay door is similar to a garage door
when it opens up to let the fire engines in or out, it is made of wood and metal, with four windows on it, the windows have thin glass but those windows
are not big enough for someone to fit through but they see us moving in there and it gets them to come over and pound on door and glass, two windows
are broken already...you can hear them grunting, moaning, vomiting, screaming and bleeding as they sometimes fight each other if the rage virus is
stronger in some then others it infects...

0500 hrs: I've finally had a chance to sleep for awhile, the sun is getting ready to come up shortly as the sky is lighting in the east...We still can not get
a hold of anyone on the radio...I asked Advisor about what we are going to do. Do we take the Striker and go south to see if there is another line of
defense set up or what else...He has decided to stay here for today and move out tonight if we do not get orders by then. We all agree. Me and 50 are
on watch for the next four hours then we are all on from 0900 - we leave time after dinner.

0900 hrs: The Zombies are moving in from the from the airfield towards us now, I looked to the barbed fence line and it was lined with infected persons
at least three to four deep at some points...we could see them walking along the rail road and the ground between both fences, we used "little sister" a few
times to see how many infected we could kill with one .50 cal round and the count was up to four at the best angle we had...this game went on for some
time and I never got bored doing it...we had to stop when we had ten .50 cal rounds left, just incase we needed them for something else. There is a breach
in the fence east of the railroad where a another semi-truck lies on its side there. There were many banquet halls by the airport where the newly weds
have their receptions, it seemed like the wrong day for a wedding on the day of an outbreak of 1MD...we saw the bride and groom along with their whole
wedding party by the fence line, just watching us on the rooftop, 50 pointed out the groom, fired his rifle, hit him dead in the forehead giving him a third eye,
dropping him by the fence. The shot that 50 fired must have incensed them, they all began climbing the fence to get at us, we fired them up, we left some of
them hanging limply from the barbed wire where they got tangled and died in...



Other infected cleared the fence sustaining additional wounds left from grabbing barbed wire on the way down to our side of the fence. They did not
care about pain, they just wanted us...there must be hundreds of them out there now...I hear screaming downstairs...Claire was crying below,
I tell Advisor, 06 and 50 I'm going to see what's going on...

This Document, titled #1245C, was recovered in the Fire department facility upon this soldier when clean up teams eventually got the 1MD virus under control nine months later. His squad never made it out alive or survived. This is a post-holocaust document and will be archived in one of many museum's studying this part of U.S history.