Undead 2
The Zombie Nightmare


Chapter 1: Setting Up Base
January 12, 2013, 0800 hours,
Survivor’s Journal,
Now that we know that the safe zone has been infiltrated we will have to find an area to hole up and think this over, we are in northern Montana, so there is a lot of hunting cabins and farmhouses to chose from.
Jack pulled himself out from under what he called the Gun Truck. It was a 1995 Chevy K3500 dually four-door long bed diesel. The windshield and all the windows had been replaced with bulletproof glass, and Jack had welded lightweight carbon armor on to it. In the bed, Jack had bolted a steel pole with a M-60 machine gun mounted on it. If they got stuck in a horde, the back window rolled down so the gunner could get in. Run flat tires and a brush guard welded out of Army cage armor completed the modifications. It still needed the oil changed though.The rest of the group was packing up camp and getting ready to go when the farmer walked into camp.
In an instant, Jack, Paul, and Tom all had their guns trained on him. He put his hands up a gesture of surrender, and set down his rifle. “Easy, easy.” He said. “I’m not a zombie.” “Stand down.” Jack said. The farmer retrieved his rifle and looked at Jamie, who was starting to show. “Is she the only one pregnant?” He asked. “Yes, I am.” Jamie said. “Well, you guys look like you could use some sleep. Come on.” He said. “Wait a minute.” Jack said. “What makes you think we’re going to come with you?” He asked. “My son said to bring any survivors I found back to the house. He’s an Ranger.” He said. “Okay,” Jack said. “Climb in the truck.” He said. Jack climbed in and put the truck in gear. Before he drove off he looked at the farmer. “You know that if this is a trap I will kill you, right?” He asked. “Yeah, no trap. Got it.” He said.

January 12, 2013, 1100 hours,
Jack pulled into the farmer’s (whose name was Fred) yard and was surprised at the collection of vehicles. There was a 2008 Dodge Dakota four door off-road version with a FN M-240 pintle- mounted machine gun in the bed. Parked next to it was a 2008 Dodge Ram 3500 four-door with a M2 Browning mounted on it. Beside that were two M925 5 ton cargo trucks and a Humvee.
A man in a Ranger uniform stepped out of the house and walked up to the truck. “My son, Richard.” Fred said. “Lt. Rick Jones, sir.” Rick said, shaking Jack’s hand. “I’m not a sir, I’m a lieutenant too.” Jack said. “Oh. Well let me show you around the base.” Rick said. “Over there is the barn/barracks were all the men sleep. Before you ask, I have twenty four men under my, uh your command.” Rick said. “Anyway, we have two vehicles, which you have seen, the trucks have been modified with carbon plating. The men are fully equipped, their primary weapon is the SIG 556, secondary is the Remington 870 Tactical Shotgun, side arm is the Colt 1911 .45, and they all have a twenty-four inch machete and a KA-BAR.” Rick said. “Also, I have formed hunter/forager groups out of other survivors. The line up now is one hunter to four foragers. The hunter has a Remington 700 and a Thompson sub-machine gun and the foragers carry a Marlin .22 982VS rifle and a 1911. The hunter has firearm training and my father taught the foragers how to recognize edible plants.” Rick said. “You have this all planned out.” Jack said. “So what‘s your story?” He asked. “As a kid I watched Dawn of the Dead, then I read the Max Brooks Zombie Survival Guide and was shocked at how real it was. I joined the army for the training, and when I got out I discovered I had a real knack for computers. I invented a very popular piece of programming. I put my money into this unit and manned it with men who agreed that this could happen.” Rick answered. “We are planning on putting a fence around the area, but the zeds just tear through chain link, and I don’t think fence boards would do much better.” He said. “Logs.” Jack said. “What?” Rick asked. “Put a log stockade around the area you want sealed off.” Jack explained. “Hey, that’s a good idea! Get logs about 18 inches thick and stagger them in two rows. Great! Let’s see, we’ll need some concrete, and a chainsaw or two. I’ll send some men in to town to get it.” Rick said. “My team will provide security.” Jack said. “Okay, let’s do it!” Rick said, walking out the door.
Chapter 2: In Town
January 13, 2013, 1400 hours,
Jack stopped the Chevy and stepped out. He looked at the team and gave them their instructions. “Tom, Paul, and Rick and their team will take the east side, and Amanda, Jamie, and I will take our team and cover the west side.” “OK.” Rick said and set off. “Amanda, Jamie, we’re going to see if there is anything left in the gun store.” He said. They walked in the door and were pleasantly surprised. The gun store hadn’t been touched.
“Move through, put all the ammo you can find in these duffel's.” Jack said. He walked up to the counter and looked behind it. There was a dead cat, but nothing useful. Jack jumped when he heard the crash in the back room. “Careful.” He warned. “Move towards it.” He threw the door open and was shocked to see a bunch of kids. The oldest one, who couldn’t have been more than ten years old, stepped in front of the rest, like he was protecting them. Oh he was, it broke Jack’s heart. “Easy, easy.” He said. “I won’t hurt you.” The kids slowly stepped towards him, but the older one looked at him with mistrust in his eyes. “Amanda, go get Rick and his team from the store, and bring the kids some candy bars.” Amanda nodded and walked out. We need to talk about this. Jack said to himself.
January 13, 2013, 1600 hours,
"What's up?" Rick asked. Jack turned so that Rick could see the kids. "Oh. Yeah, that could be a problem." Rick said. "We have to take them with us." Jack said. "Have they been bitten?" Rick asked. "No, I checked." Jack said. "OK, bring'em." Rick said. "After all, your are the one in charge." Rick said. "Don't worry Rick, they will do their part." Jack said. "Now let's finish this so we can get back to base before dark." Jack said with a shudder. "Trust me, you don't want to be out at night." He added. They finished in the gun store, and drove back to base.

Chapter 3: Preparing the Defense
January 14, 2013, 0400 hours,
Jack was up before the sun and walked out to the yard were the men were gathering. "Are we ready?" Jack asked around a yawn. "Yeah," Rick replied. "Okay, we're going for oaks, not more than twenty inches thick. you have chainsaws, so it shouldn't take to long." Jack said. "Now Rick and I picked up a couple of six packs and they're in the river cooling, so we'll have cold beer with lunch." He added. The men's face's brightened at that news and they set off in the woods. For the next two hours, the sound of chainsaws filled the woods.
Then Jack heard the scream.
He ran towards it, and found two zeds bent over one of Rick's men. He pulled out his 1911 Colt and shot them, and looked at the man.
He was covered in bites.
Jack prayed to God that He would forgive him. As the man pleaded with him not to, Jack pulled the trigger.
The gun went off, and the young man, not more than twenty-five, was dead.
Rick came running up. "What's going on?" He asked. "One of your men was bitten, I had to shoot him." Jack said. "You had to what?" Rick blew up. "I had to shoot him." Jack replied. "What gives you the right to shoot one of my men?" Rick demanded. "You're the one that said I was in charge." Jack said. "So if you get bitten I'm supposed to kill you?" Rick asked. "Yes." Jack said. "Well of all the ..." "Wait, I'm not done." Jack interrupted. "If you are not going to be able to do what it takes, you're not going to be alive very long." Jack said. "Now you better get your head out of your butt, or I'm going to be shooting you soon." Jack said. "I'm sorry." Jack said after a moment. "That was out of line." "No I was out of line." Rick said. "Friends?" Jack asked. "Friends." Rick said.

Chapter 4: Abandoning The Base
January 20, 2013, 1600 hours,
Survivor's Journal,
We have the wall finished, it's twelve feet tall and three feet wide.
I would LOVE to see the zeds get through that.
Still, I get the felling that something is wrong.

Jack walked into the town's police station to look for extra weapons. He grabbed all the boxes of .45 ammo he could find, and a couple Remington 870 shotguns and walked out to the Jeep. "That's it?" Tom asked. "Yeah, this town has been pretty well picked over." Jack said, trying to shake the feeling of dread. Paul opened the gate when they got back to base, and Amanda walked up to the Jeep. "We have a problem." Amanda said, trying not to scream. "What's wrong?" Jack asked. "Follow me." She said. Jack was led to a room where two of Rick's men were tieing a man up. "This dipshit's brother was bitten, and instead of reporting it, decided to keep him tied up here." Amanda said. "He got away about ten hours ago. we estimate three quarters of the men have been bitten." Amanda said. "We've been getting the Dakota and the Gun Truck ready, Our team, Rick, and three other are uninfected." She said. "That's it?" Jack asked in disbelief. "That's it." Amanda said. "Fine, okay, let's get out of here." Jack said, heading for the door.
They locked the gate on the way out, as the first people were starting to turn. The people inside started pleading with Jack to take them with him, but he couldn't, no matter how much it hurt, he just couldn't.
"Now where do we go?" Amanda asked as they drove off. "I'm tired of running from these bastards." Jack said. "From now on, we're taking the fight to them."