Chapter 1: Dressing for Success
February 1, 2013, Kill Count:00
Survivor's Journal,
Can't talk, busy killing zombies
Jack looked at his tattered jacket, and decided that now that they were in a colder climate, it was time to upgrade his wardrobe. "Come on guys, we're going to town." He said. They climbed into the Jeep and drove off.
Now in town, Jack walked into the local department store. He picked out a functional light jacket with plenty of pockets to keep ammo in. He grabbed a couple pair of thick denim-jeans and a utility belt. Two good shirts and a new watch completed Jack's new wardrobe. He looked over his shoulder and saw Jamie and Amanda drooling over the latest styles.
Well, they were the latest styles.
"Come on you two," Jack said. "Hey! You got new clothes, we should to." Jamie said. "Okay, okay." Jack backed down. "Just hurry up." He said, walking out. "Damn, that woman is getting cranky." Jack said as Paul handed him the canteen. "Yeah, women are like that when they're pregnant." Paul said as Jack took a swig of water. "Hey go easy on that, that canteen is all the water we have." Paul said. "Okay, we'll look for more water when our women are done." Jack said. Jack looked up at the dust cloud gathering at the edge of town and grabbed his new Zombie Killer, a M-1 Garand. "Zeds?" Paul asked. "I don't think so, it looks more like....vehicles." Jack said. Two jeeps came into view. and Jack set his gun down and walked towards them. "Now!" The driver on the first Jeep yelled. Jack dove behind the nearest building as the gunner opened up with his M-240. Jack pulled his 1911 and returned fire. The passengers jumped out and ran towards Jack's jeep and the rest of the team. Jack tackled one of them and slit his throat, as another one leveled his M-16 at him. The man pulled the trigger, and Jack prepared to die.
Click...Click...Click
The man threw his jammed M-16 on the ground and came at Jack with a wicked looking Bowie knife. He went to stab into Jack's stomach, but Jack grabbed his wrists in a X-block and used his opponents momentum against him, shoving the knife into the man's stomach. Jack fired his M-1, and the gunner fell, as Jack sighted on the driver. Six shots, and three raiders later, his M-1 ejected the empty clip with the characteristic pinging noise and everyone and his uncle knew Jack was empty. He reloaded and fired again and again, downing three more raider's, and it was over. "Everyone okay?" Jack asked. Everyone answered, and Jack relaxed. "Okay, get what you can off the bodies, we have to bury them, or the zeds will pick up the smell." Jack said. "To late!" Tom said, pointing. Jack looked to see a large group of zeds shambling towards them. "Good I've been waiting to find you guys." Jack said, firing his M-1.
Chapter 2: On the Move
February 3, 2013, Kill Count: 35
Jack was walking down main street, Grand Forks, North Dakota, killing the occasional zed that came across his path, when the bullet hit the ground by his feet. "Hold it right there." A voice commanded. "We have you surrounded." Jack whistled, and Jake put a round on the wall of the building the shot had come from. "No you stand down, Mr. Raider." Jack said. "I'm not a raider, I'm a SWAT sniper." The voice said. "Come out slowly, the whole team." Jack said. Four SWAT officers stepped out of the buildings around Jack and put their weapons down. "Lt. Jack Russel." Jack said to the SWAT Sergeant. "Sgt Steven Jones." The man replied. "Sorry about that, I thought you were raiders." He added. "No problem," Jack said. "So, Steve, what were you doing in that building?" Jack asked. "We are the advanced warning for the police barricade a few blocks up. We have a small section of the city sealed off, we're planning on moving, but we don't have the supplies right now." Steve said. "There are stores all over this town." Jack said. "I know, but our Captain won't let us leave the safe zone." Steve said. "Well that's stupid." Amanda said. "Hey, I don't make the rules, I just follow them." Steve said. "Sometimes you have to break the rules." Jack said, picking dirt out from under his nails. "Yeah, but we need to hold on to our decency, or we will have lost." Steve said. "Funny, I always thought we would win by killing these bastards." Jack said, pointing at one of the zeds. "Okay, anyway, the sniper is Nick, you know me, and the other two are William and Rain. Will and Rain are married, Nick and I are still single." Steve said. "We might as well bring to meet the Captain." Nick said, putting his Remington M-24 over his shoulder. "Nice sniper." Jake said. "I can get you one if you want, we have plenty." Nick said. "Sweet! I like those a lot better than the M-40s we use." Jake replied. "You know we're never going to get them apart. Right?" Jack asked Steve. "No we aren't." Steve replied.
February 3, 2013, Kill Count: 40
The police barricade was a simple concrete wall flanked by two apartment buildings. "We have snipers and marksmen up in the apartments, and the rest of the hundred officers are on and behind the wall." Steve said. He walked over to the base of the wall and lifted a steel trapdoor with a grunt. It led to a tunnel under the wall. When they got to the other side, it was like they entered a campsite. Tents were set up on the road, and fires were burning in between them. "There is a couple empty tents over there." Steve said. "You can get some sleep, but I have to go report in." He added. "I'm going with you, I want to meet this Captain of yours." Jack said. Jack and Steve walked into one of the apartment buildings and into the office. There were several police officers coordinating the various scout and resource gathering teams, and dealing with problems with the survivors camping outside. "Jack, this is Captain John Hardy." Steve said. "Captain," Jack said, shaking the man's hand. "Do you have any police officers or military personnel in your group?" John asked. "Yes, I am a Ranger, Jake is a sniper, and Paul has military training, but no actual combat." Jack replied. "Good, I could use the extra help." John said. "If I may sir, I think my team would be more useful out gathering supplies." Jack said. "It's suicide to go out there!" John said. "I'm not afraid of a few zeds." Jack said. "Well, we do need the supplies." John said thoughtfully. "Okay, go ahead. But if you die, it's not my fault." John said. "Yes sir." Jack said, grinning. "Oh, my team is almost out of ammo, can you spare some?" Jack asked. "Yeah, armory is at the end of the hallway." John said. "Thanks." Jack said.

Chapter 3: Kicking Butt, Taking Names
February 5, 2013, Kill Count 50.
Jack peered around the building in front of him, and signaled that it was clear. He poked the barrel of the FN SCAR that he traded his SIG 556 for, in the doorway, and signaled that that was clear to. Paul and Tom brushed past him and did a more thorough search while he covered them, just like he taught them. The caution was reassuring, but unnecessary, the Walmart was empty. Jack and his team moved through the selves, piling canned food and bottled water into the duffel bags they brought with. Jack was about to put a can of peas in his bag when he heard the thump. He moved toward the sound and found out it was coming from the managers office. He threw the door open and saw a bunch of kids hiding from the zed that was tearing up the room. Jack downed the zed and started taking kids down when Rick walked in. "Oh no, not again." Rick said. "Remember what happened to the last kids you brought home?" He asked. "Hands up!" Rick and Jack turned around to the sight of four teenagers pointing hunting rifles at them. "Put my brother down." The oldest, Jack put him at fifteen, said. "Okay." Jack said, obeying. "Now leave, we're heading fore the police barricade, and they won't take kindly to a bunch of raiders." The boy said. "We just came from there." Jack said. "Why should I believe you?" The kid asked. "Oh I like him." Rick said, smiling. "Shut up you!" The kid said, pointing the rifle at him. Jack grabbed the barrel and twisted it out of the boy's hands. With the rifle now pointed elsewhere, Jack was a little more comfortable. "Now what is your name?" Jack asked the teen. "Joe, but my friends call me Joey." He replied, a little sore about losing his gun. "The others are Craig and Stephanie. Stephanie's my girlfriend." "Ah, ain't that sweet?" Rick said. "Shut up." Jack said. "I'm trying to make friends here." "Now," He said, turning to Joey. "You and your friends are going to come with me and my friends back to the police barricade, and we're all going to be friends." Jack said. "Okay," Joey said. "Just one thing." He said. "Yeah?" Jack asked. "Is the food any good?" Joey grinned mischievously. "Oh hell no." Jack said. "Okay, can't blame a guy for trying." Joey said.
February 5, 2013, Kill Count: 50
"How much did you get?" John asked Jack as he sipped some coffee. "Enough for the whole group to travel for ten days, or a hundred miles, what ever happens first." Jack replied, offing his glass of scotch. Jack pulled a pack of cigarettes and held them out to John, who declined. Jack lit one and puffed out it a couple times before continuing. "There is a great deal of zed activity in the area. I think they discovered us." "It doesn't matter, nothing can get to us, we're invincible." John replied. "Never underestimate your enemy, it will bite you in the ass every time." Jack said. "Fine, what would you do?" John asked. "I'd get the hell out of this town, and I like to find large groups of these guys, more to kill." Jack said. "There are more than a hundred people out there! We can't just up and leave!" John exclaimed. "Why not?" Jack asked. "Tell the civies to get their asses in gear! God, if we're going to win this thing we can't quit every time it gets hard." He added. "Paul and I will hold them back, you have around three hours to get out of town, depending on how many there are." Jack said. "What about you two?" John asked. "That's what body bags are for." Jack said, with a grin.
Chapter 4: Stemming the Tide
February 6, 2013, Kill Count: 75
"Here they come again!" Paul yelled. Jack brought his SCAR up and started taking head shots, the rifle was in the marksman configuration, and very accurate. Behind him the sound of police sirens filled the air. Jack grabbed the police radio on his shoulder and screamed into it. "Turn those goddamn sirens off, dumb-ass! Every motherf---ing zed in the city is going to down on top of us!" The sirens stopped abruptly and Paul shook his head. "What? They were pissing me off!" Jack said. A crawler grabbed Jack's ankle. Jack was about to shoot it when it's head blew up. Jack looked up at one of the apartment balconies, where Jake was cocking his M-24. "I thought I told you to get out of here." Jack said. "When have I ever obeyed your orders?" Jake asked. "Fine, but don't get stuck up there." Jack said. "Will do." Jake said, dropping another zed. Night started to fall as more and more zeds approached. "Paul! Use the six-liter special!" The six-liter special was simply three two-liter pop bottles filled with C4 and shrapnel duct taped around a standard detonator. Paul started detonating them and the horde started thinning out. "We're ten miles out of town, get out of there!" A voice from Jack's radio said. "You heard the man! Move out." Jack yelled. Paul set off the rest of the explosives and than ran under the wall to the jeep. Jack distracted the horde while Jake ran to the jeep, than headed under the wall himself.
"Now what?" Jake asked as they drove off. "We have to catch up with the rest of the group, then there is a bunch off small farming communities in this state. We can clear the zeds out of one of them and make ourselves at home." Jack said.
February 10, 2013, Kill Count: ?(I lost track)
Jack grabbed an MRE of the pile and sat down. "Yum, chicken loaf." He said, as he dug in. A twig snapped in the woods and he trained his gun on it. "Come out slowly." He said. A soldier in a black bodysuit and a face mask under a riot helmet stepped into the clearing. "Who are you?" Jack asked, lowering his weapon. "Private Adam Meyers, ZDF." The soldier replied. "ZDF?" Jack asked. "Zombie Defense Force." Adam explained. "Where did you come from?" Jack asked. "An underground nuclear fallout bunker, apparently they work well for zombie apocalypses too." Adam said. "Well the Government thought they would." "What do you mean?" Jack asked. "We got orders from the President himself to allow all government officials and their families to enter the bunker. One of the officials was infected. We maneged to seal off the lower levels, but it was too late. The bottom four levels of our five level bunkers are inaccessible." Adam said. "They are full of at least three-hundred zombies." He added. "The bad news is that the armory is on level two." "Well that sucks." Jack commented. "Well, we have about a hundred Police officers and My team of seven, plus a hundred and fifty civilians." Jack said. "Well, to fit that many people we'll have to clear out at least two levels." Adam said. "Okay, let's see what we can do." Jack said, following Adam back to the bunker.
Chapter 5: In the Dark
February 10, 2013,
"Are you ready?" Jack asked the assembled ZDF troops. There was a collective yes and Jack continued. "Now this is going to be a rough mission, it will be dark, smelly, and dangerous. Be sure to bring night-vision goggles, and riot helmets. Our mission is to clear out the level right below us, basically that means go down there, kill all the zeds, and bring their carcasses up to the surface and burn them. You will be using XM8 and FN SCAR assault rifles, be sure to keep them on semi-auto, anything else and you're just wasting ammo. The zombies are attracted to noise, so use silencers." Jack looked at the thirty troops that made up the strike force. "Any questions?" He asked. There weren't any, so the unit moved out towards the elevator. Amanda grabbed Jack's arm as he walked towards the elevator. "I love you." She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she walked of.
What was that? Jack asked himself.Focus Jack, you have a job to do. You can make out with Amanda later. He told himself, as the elevator doors opened.Well, here goes nothing. Jack thought as he stepped in. The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Jack swore the zed was surprised.
Not as surprised as he was when his head blew up.
More zeds, attracted by the ding, came into view, and the soldiers opened fire. Little by little, the soldiers started making headway, the zeds that were falling weren't being replaced by new ones as fast. Finally, all the zeds in the room were dead, and Jack was hearing Clears from the men checking the various rooms. "Okay, fresh mags, and get a drink." Jack said. The men obeyed and Jack pointed at the door at the end of the hallway. "Open it." He said. Paul opened it and the men behind him took out the zeds in the room. "There aren't very many here." Jack said in his radio. "This is the armory level, most of the people are down a level." Adam answered. "The level is clear, sir." A soldier said as the troops broke into cheers. "Okay, start hauling bodies up." Jack said.
That killed the cheers.
The men spent the next three hours finishing the gruesome task. Now showered, Jack was sitting next to Amanda discussing the kiss when Adam came up. "Good job, now that we can access the armory we have a lot of ammo and supplies." He said. "Good," Jack said. "Now what are all those sheds for?" He asked. "They contain the bunkers vehicles." Adam said. "What kind of vehicles?" Jack asked. "We have five M-1A2 Abrams Main Battle Tanks, fifteen M-35 2 1/2 Ton Cargo trucks, and ten Humvees." Adam replied. Jack's jaw dropped at the news. "The base also has it's own pump system with ten thousand gallons of gasoline and fifty thousand gallons of diesel." Adam continued. "We are replacing the chain link fence with a concrete wall, it will be ten feet tall, and five feet thick. The inside will be slopped with stairs cut into it so you can fight from the top. The top will have a four foot tall layer on top of the wall to provide protection from small arms fire. Guard towers with M2 Brownings and MK-19 Grenade launcher will provide extra defense." Adam said. "You really have this all planned out don't you?" Jack asked. "Yeah except for the fact that we need more concrete to finish it." Adam said. "Give me three soldiers and we'll get it for you." Jack offered. "Deal." Adam said.
Chapter 6: Building the Wall
February 25, 2013,
Jack unloaded the last bag of concrete from the semi trailer. He got the semi, a Volvo 880, from the local truck stop. Adam and his men were making good progress, especially since one of the civilians from Grand Forks was an engineer. "That's it." Jack said to Rick, who was taking inventory. "Adam wants you in the armory." Rick said, never looking up from his clipboard.
Jack stepped out of the elevator a few minutes later and stepped into the armory, where Adam was like a little kid in a candy store. Joey was sitting on a crate of ammo practicing stripping and reassembling a M-4. "Jack this is awesome!" Adam said. "What?" Jack asked. "We have every gun known to man!" Adam exclaimed. "Look at this, AK-47s G36s, HK 416s, and others." He said. "We could fight a war with this much weaponry." He added. "I like the FN SCAR." Jack said. "Good looks and firepower all in one package." He added. "Just like the AA-12, which I also like a lot." "We have plenty of those." Adam assured him. "Good," Jack said. "How is the wall coming?" Adam asked. "Good, it's almost done, you'll never believe what we're going to use for the gate." Jack said. "Cast iron?" Adam asked. "No better! Cage armor!" Jack exclaimed. "Nothings going to get through that." Adam said, going back to his guns. "I'll leave you alone, than." Jack said, walking to the elevator. He walked to his apartment, dropped his keys, swore, and walked in. He pulled his fatigue shirt off as Amanda walked in. "How did you get in here?" He asked. "Paul gave me the keys." She said, a bit mischievously. "You said you wanted to talk to me." She said innocently." Uh Huh, you wanted to talk. Right." He said, as she shoved him on the bed. "Actions speak louder than words." She said, pulling her shirt off.
Wow, life is finally going right. Jack thought.