written by cipher234
(sorry if I am missing W's throughout the story, my W key isn't working right)

I am Cpl. John Davis of the 102nd airborne division. For the past week there have been reports of people miraculously rising from the dead and attacking anyone they can find. I know this sounds absurd but I believe they are some sort of zombie. They don't seem to die unless they are hit directly in the head. About two days ago I managed to lock myself in this office in a building on chestnut boulevard. I have gathered two members from my squad at a military base not far from here. our plan is to work our way back to the base gather a small force and try to transport uninfected civilians to the city airport.

Phase 1:
8:47 PM
we were finally ready to start the first stage of the plan...to work our way back to the base. We packed up the food and drinks we could scrounge from the vending machines and made use of some of the objects we could find around the building as weapons (we may have been in the military but we were off duty). We opened the door to the building cautiously. We could only spot one or two hostiles in the area but we stayed on are toes. By the time we had made it about half way down the block there ere easily 10 zombies already stumbling towards us we tightened our formation and readied our weapons. Before they could surround us, we darted through an opening in the surrounding zombies and kept running several blocks. The base was still several miles from our position. We needed a means of faster transportation. All the cars nearby were trashed and unusable we searched for several minutes for a potentially working car. We spotted a red truck in a moderately good condition about half a block away and immediately ran towards it. It was locked. Realizing we had no time to open this conventionally, we smashed open the window with a fire extinguisher we took from the office building. I reached in to unlock the truck. As my fingers ceased hold of the lock, I felt the cold, dead flesh of a hand wrap around my hand. I saw the silhouette of a man in the truck but I knew he was no longer a man but a zombie. I yelled for my teammates to help and they quickly came and smashed in the skull of the thing. My heart pounding I inspected the engine as one of my teammates hot-wired the truck. I closed the hood and told them the truck was fine within the next minute the truck was up and running. I jumped in the driver seat and sped toward the base. We were about 100 yards from the base when a zombie latched on to the front of the truck. He flailed mindlessly at the front of the truck managing to knock out the engine. We had to sprint the rest of the way. I took my improvised weapon, a simple board with a nail in it, and ran toward the base swinging it frantically at the zombies in front of me. I finally stopped at the gate of the base yelling for the guard to let me in. 30 or 40 zombies were approaching our position. He yelled down asking if any of us had been bitten. "WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!!" I yelled at him quickly he opened the gate letting us in. right there I dropped to the ground panting as he closed the gate behind us. Although it had only been 30 or 40 minutes it had seemed to be hours we were trying to get here. I took a deep breath and got to my feet still bewildered at how we had survived.

PHASE 2 PREPARATIONS:
8:00 AM
After several hours of restless sleep I awoke to the sound of gun shots. I picked up my makeshift weapon and cautiously opened the door to the barracks me and some of the surviving soldiers slept only 80 0f the 150 soldiers stationed here had survived the first week of the invasion. I could see several zombies shuffling across middle of the base. Several sharpshooters were picking them off from the watch towers. A voice on the intercom was telling us to stay in our barracks. I was not so compliant I was anxious to begin phase 2 of the plan. We had gotten permission to use 2 Bradly APCs for transporting the civilians and ourselves. We had also managed to to recruit 4 more soldiers for our group. I darted across the open space to gather weapons for my party. I don't know why I did it, it was an amazingly stupid idea. I managed to make it across without being shot or mauled. When I got to the armory I realized that I couldn't make the same trip across with the added pounds of the guns. It would take hours for them to repair the barricade and I had only a roughly only a day before all the civilians still stuck out in the town were dead. I grabbed enough guns and ammo for my team and took a couple flares to signal to the sharpshooters I wasn't a zombie. I exited the armory and lit the flares. I sprinted across the middle of the base shooting down the zombies as I went. I was midway across when I was grabbed by one of the zombies who managed to grab loose cloth on my uniform. I struggled to break its grip but in stead I brought myself and the zombie down. I tried to regain my bearings. The zombie was now crawling toward me and many were stumbling closer as well. I shot the zombie who was slowly crawling closer. I switched my MP7 to semi-automatic and immediately started picking off zombies until there was a small hole in the zombies numbers. careful not to repeat my first mistake I took off my uniform's jacket and sprinted through the hole. I ran toward the Vehicle Depot and jumped in one of the Bradly's guns and fired into the zombies. I was able too take out enough of them so the workers could rebuild the barricade. I remained with them to be sure it was done right so no zombies could get in. our plan was for team one to escort the civilians currently into the base to the airport, while my team swept for survivors. 3 of my teammates loaded into the back of my Bradley and the other three plus the civilians they were escorting got in the other. We were now ready to split up and roll out.

PHASE 2 part 1:
1:24 AM
It's been a little over half day after our team split up. We lost contact with team 1 about three hours ago. This mission has gone totally awire. On top of losing contact with team one our APC just broke down and team 1 has lost 1 of our team members and 6 civilians. we have managed to save 8 civilians; that's the only thing that has gone right. we currently have 5 civilians in the APC right now 2 are minors. We can feel the APC rock from the zombies trying to get in. It looks like this is the end. Stuck in here. no food and little water. One of my teammates is fiddling with the radio trying to get it to work; Fat chance.

3:56 AM
I waited for well over 3 hours. my teammate had given up on the radio long before. I decided to give it a try to keep busy. I fiddled with it for about an hour, when I heard the faint sound of some once voice coming over the radio. IT WAS TEAM 1!! I scrambled for to pick up the mouth piece. "HELLO" I yelled into the it. the voice came back louder "Team 2 is that you?" the voice said. " yes nice to see you" I replied. He told me that him and several civilians had been able to barricade themselves in a nearby house and that another one of our teammates had died. Without a working APC we would never be able to help them. one of us would have to go out and fix it but that would never be possible with the zombies out there. So for now we're stuck.

5:43 AM
We were able to siphon some oil from the APC and we've collected it in a canteen. We're gonna use it to set the zombies on fire. I volunteered to drop it in to the crowd. I opened the hatch only inches and chucked the canteen and a flare into the zombies and they lit on fire like a bundle of sticks soaked in kerosene. We waited for a few minutes for the zombies to die. we all cautiously got onto the roof of the of the Bradley. There was only 10 or 11 of the zombies left. We all raised our guns and began shooting down the zombies. After killing all of them we secured a perimeter and one of my teammates started repairing the APC.


PHASE 2 part 2:
5:52 AM
"HURRY UP!!!" I yelled to my teammate who was repairing. It had only been 5 minutes and roughly 100 zombies were now surrounding us. I reloaded my gun hastily. "GOT IT!!!" yelled my teammate who was repairing the Bradley. me and my teammates sprinted to the APC. I hopped into the gun and began firing at the zombies. We were now headed for team 1's position. They said the zombies had already broken through the first floor barricades and they were now in a second story bed room. We left the zombies in the dust. we had arrived a block from the house and already we could pick out the exact one. It was swarmed by nearly 200 zombies. We handed a gun to the father of the family inside the APC. and told him to wait inside while we went out to help team 1. I threw a flare to signal to team 1 we were here. We set up behind an old broken down car and began to open fire the zombies began to shuffle towards us. I began to fire more hastily. they began to close in around us when shots from the Bradley went of from behind. The man in the Bradley had gotten in the the gun and began to fire upon the zombies. I looked back at him and gave a silent nod of appreciation and continued to fire at the zombies. After an hour or two of this we finally managed to create a gap large enough to get in the building. As we opened the door we saw no zombies and the barricades were still in place. it was not the right house. We searched the building for survivors none the less. we hopped the barricades and looked around we heard frightened voices from the basement. I opened the door and started down the steps. no sooner had I made three steps down when I had a gun on my head. "drop the guns and leave" I heard a shaken voice say "We don't need any more trouble". "It's okay" I said "I'm here to help you". I turned to face the man. "Stop!" He yelled "YOUR NOT GONNA INFECT ME!!". He started to squeeze the trigger. quickly I moved my head and grabbed the gun. I twisted his arm and dismantled his gun. His family were much more compliant we had to tie him up just to get him in the Bradley. we heard gunshots down the street and we new that was team 1. we pulled the Bradley up to the house and after another half hour skirmish we were able to get in the house. there were several zombies inside the house that we took care of easily. when we got up stairs we saw the barricades had been broken. the bodies of civilians and our teammates lay on the ground the only survivors were a man and his little girl. "Thank god" said the man his daughter asleep next to him. I knelt beside him to look for a bite mark there were none on him but there was one on his daughter. One of my teammates escorted the man to the Bradly. "What about my daughter?" asked the man. I told him we would send her separately later after we treat her wound and fever. I had to make the hardest decision of my life right then I still don't know if I made he right decision. After her father was in the Bradly I said a quick prayer for the little girl. My teammates drove off with the passengers to the airport. I agreed I would find my way back to the base somehow. I prayed to god that he would forgive me and squeezed the trigger. The girl was dead. I decided I would tell her father she had died of disease in her sleep. I prayed again and sat there for a minute to think.