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Hi, I'm a new member to this glorious collection of Zombie survival and well i have a story I've be working on

12/29/10
Camp O'Hara, CA U.S
USMC Cpl. Mark Johnson

Mark sat back down on his cot and field stripped his M16A4 and began the daily task of oiling it's parts and cleaning every nook and cranny of the weapon. The Zombie War was nearing the eleventh year mark and the entire world was still plunged in chaos. The Japanese with their small island nation had had the best and the worst of the war. Being so isolated from land the native zombies were nonexistent. But it was the zombies from other countries notably China and Korea during the mass exodus from many countries infected civilians continued to pour into other "Safe Zones". Japan of course decided to cut off four sections of their own country to be selectively nuked by the United States. this caused the Zombie population to be wiped out but leaving Most of japan a nuclear wasteland. California where Mark was now sitting was a last ditch effort to retake the Great Parries and push the Zombie Hordes back to the Eastern Seaboard where the infection started. The Rocky Mountains provided a natural buffer zone around The West Coast which the US military took to full advantage and started to build defence bases at 150 mile intervals. Each base consisted of 2 divisions a fighter and bomber aircraft squadron and assorted vehicles of war.
"Hey Mark" a voice from outside called
"Yeah?" Mark replied
Were movin' out tonight and we're starting operation: Zombie Overdrive."

"Alright John, let me get my shit together and I'll be out in five"

Mark reassembled his weapon and pulled his flak jacket and web gear on. Mark slapped his extra mags home and then taped several side by side for easier reloading. then Mark tested his laser dot sight, surefire flashlight, and his crucifix and stepped out into the sunlight and then looked into the ash covered sky and readied up and ran to his Osprey transport and cycled in that's as much as i have so far more to come soon leave comments also i didn't really know where to put this so well here it is




Chapter 2

Mark sat in the matte black U.S.M.C. Osprey with the red glow of the cabin lights. The rear door of the Osprey was left open and the rear gunner took potshots at Zeds. The Browning 50.cal machine gun lit up the cabin and rounds fell to the ground. Mark looked out the door and saw what he was used to seeing. Burned out cities and towns. Cars clogged up the highways. Just to be cleared out by bulldozers as people reclaimed lost territory. Humanity was starting to take back what was once theirs. Mark's Osprey fell into formation with eight others, just as they closed in to the remains of Carson City. The area around the capital building had been reclaimed by survivors over the course of the war. If you could call this cluster fuck a war. Command had established contact with the survivors and had brokered a deal,to allow the Ospreys to land. In exchange for the landing zone. Ammunition,food,and medicine was flown in the night before via seven C-130's.

Mark's Osprey touched down and the Marines filed out. Mark took a deep breath and exhaled. The stench of death hung low and thick. And the moans of Zeds could be heard just as the Ospreys engines died down. The Zeds were mobilizing. The survivors ran to the ten foot tall wall that surrounded their camp. The Zeds began to pound on the steel and concrete wall. The survivors took out their weapons and bean to fire. The Marines joined in and took up positions along the fence and began firing.

Mark slipped the safety off of his M16A4 and clicked it to single shot. He looked down the sights and led a Zed at a hundred yards and fired. The round zipped downrange and slammed through the former football player's skull.

"Nice shot."

Mark turned to see the Navy Corpsman draw her Colt.45 and plugged a Zed trying to climb the wall.

Mark replied "Not to bad yourself. Never knew the Navy liked dirt."

She holstered her sidearm and introduced herself.

"Sup,Midshipmen Clarks"

"Corporal Mark Johnson, First Marine Recon. Kinda pointless now."

She didn't reply but sat down behind the raised section of the wall. She lit a cigarette and took a long drag. And exhaled. Seeing her features through the smoke and war paint. Gave Mark just a small reprieve from the horrors he'd seen. She had to be just 5 foot 6 maybe 110 pounds soaking wet. But hell. She was the best looking Corpsman Mark ever saw. Mark sat and joined her just as the shooting died down and the last few Zeds were put down. The survivors gave the children cans of gasoline and sent them around to pour the gas on the bodies and burn them. A good way of dealing with the bodies. Mark took out his own pack of Marlboro Reds and lit one with his only working Zippo, and took a long drag. A camera-man from Time was embedded with Mark and his unit and was always looking for his next big shot. What was better then two battle weary soldiers taking a breather. And they were from different services. He came from nowhere and took the shot. Mark had his cigarette hanging loosely out of his mouth and Clarks was just sitting there with it in her fingers. The mixture of smoke and ash made it the shot of the decade. That a lot of people might not live to see.

End chapter 2 Chapter 3 in the works