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Day 1, 0600 Hours.
A man was walking towards a military compound in the middle of nowhere. He was around 6' 2" and looked to be in his mid twenties. He was dressed in light weight combat gear from head to toe. He was walking at a brisk pace towards the front of the building. He nodded towards the stationed guards and passed in between them and into the double doors. He was led through the lobby toward the receptionists desk and flashed a security card for her to see, then moved into the next room. In that second room was a bunch of equipment lockers and another door, this door led to the meeting room where the man was supposed to go. He entered the room and sat at one of the chairs, listening in to the already commencing operations briefing. The man at the front of the room now spoke.
"Ah, number 13, I'm glad you made it, now that you are here we may continue the briefing on this outbreak."
"As most of you know, this city is over run by the infected. It is your jobs to go in, kill any of the reanimated corpses, and rescue any non-infected civilians. If they are infected.......well you know what to do. Suit up, pack up, and head out, your 'copter heads out at 0630."
With those words, the man, codenamed Z13 for his operating group. Z for Zeta class (The elite class of its kind) and 13 for the operating number that he runs by. He headed to the equipment locker and looked for number 0013. He used his combination 013734, and opened the locker. Inside were a variety of weapons. 1 high powered assault rifle, which he grabbed and slung over his back. Two semi-automatic pistols, which he grabbed and put into their holsters. 5 multi-purpose combat knives, which he stashed away. And various boxes of shells, which he put in his travel bag. He had around 1,000 rounds of ammunition between all of his weapons. Plenty for the infection, especially with so much tactical support and friendlies to fall back on. Also Z37 was going to be holding around 15,000 rounds of ammunition for distribution between the troops. So ammunition wouldn't be a problem. He turned away from his locker, closed it behind him, and walked out into the lobby.
Z13 ran through the lobby, out the doors, and around the side of the building to the 'copter. At this time it was around 0627, so the 'copter was about to leave. He jumped on board and looked around. He saw several other Z-class members on board. Z6 and Z3 were across from him, they were extremely elite with their skills. The lower the number, the more advanced the troop was. The Z-class went through the numbers, all the way to 150. All 150 members were distributed across 'copters throughout the building. The Y-class and the X-class troops were also in 'copters around the state somewhere in secret locations preparing for arrival at the city. The 'copter lifted off and they were on their was to fight the infection.
Day 1, 0800 hours.
The 'copter made it to the city in around 1 and a half hours. Everyone piled out and lined up on the outside edge of the city. Z13 was standing next to Z14 and Z12. Both good men. Their operating commander Z0 was standing in front of the Z-class troops. He was looking towards the city and was looking for the infected. He held up his hand and all of the Z-class troops held their weapons at the ready. He then lowered his hand and all of the troops, including the Y-class and the X-class troops, ran into the city at different places, trying to storm the place. Z13 wasn't stupid, so the first chance he got, he ran into a building and headed for the roof. He made it there with no opposition and ran into two other men from his class. Z68 and Z148. Both lowly ranked troops that never really proved themselves. But they obviously must be smart if they ran on a roof. Gunshots and screams of death and terror could be heard all around the area. "The fools" he thought as they screamed at their own deaths.
He then looked towards the other Z-class troops and started conversation with them.
"I knew they were stupid, but I didn't know the Z-class troops could have gotten killed so quickly."
Z68 then spoke, "What do you mean, their all taking out the infection."
Z13 said, "Ha, don't be so foolish. Their all dead now, all of your friends, dead. Its just us and an army of the infected. And those resourceful enough to survive. I guarantee the Y and X class troops are dead now. And anyone above Z20 is dead."
Z148 pointed out, "But me and 68 are still here, that means some of us lower class troops might still be alive."
Z13 crushed his morale by saying, "Don't count on it kid, most, if not all of them are dead now. We have to stick together to survive or we will all die."
Z68 and Z148 both nodded silently and started looking off the edge of the building for the infected to hopefully avenge their lost brethren. They then saw a massive number of infected walking around aimlessly in the city, mostly covered in blood. They were wide eyed when they saw dozens of troops, covered in blood running from the infected. Z4 could be seen firing blindly towards the infected before he ran into another of the infected and he bit his face off. Z13 looked in disgust at the lack of ability from one of the highly trained Z members. He knew he wouldn't do the same as this pitiful man. He leaned back away from the edge of the building and walked towards the door leading towards the building, he ran down the stairs and grabbed random bits of board and blocked the main door, and all of the first level windows. He then turned a light on and found out what kind of place they were in.
A gun store. This was perfect, he could stock up on weapons, ammo, and hold out here for a day or so until the infected calmed down a bit. He then ran back to the top to find the men both shooting blindly into the crowd of ever growing infected. Z13 yelled for them to stop, but found it a bad idea, for they were killing hundreds of infected. So he stood there and watched. Once both of their weapons ran dry for the last time and they had no more ammo, did he finally talk.
"Ready for some good news gentlemen?"
Z68 said, "Of course we are."
"We are on the roof of a gun store, there is plenty of ammo for various weapons, there is also some food in the back room for resupply. We will camp here for a day or so before moving on and looking for survivors. This will be a rough night, so enjoy it while it lasts."
Z13 then turned around and walked down the stairs, found a nice corner and organized their supply's as the other men worked to kill hundreds of the infected. Once the day was done, he curled up and slept in a corner of the store.
End of Day 1. Days 2 and 3 are coming soon.
Day 2, 0700 Hours
Operative Z13 awoke to gunshots ringing across the city. He woke up with a start and started heading upstairs to find the source of the turmoil. Z68 and Z148 were up on the roof watching down below, watching the cause of the firing. But they were not the ones firing, they had their guns at their sides, they were just watching. Z13 ran up to them and leaned over the edge to see what it was. There were at least 15 troops running from the infected. "I thought they were all dead," Z13 thought to himself. He tried to see the operating numbers but couldn't at this height. He looked on the side of the gun store and saw a ladder. The troops were running for it. "NO! Not more distractions, I don't need their "Help". This complicates things." He watched as the first two made it to the ladder and started climbing. One of the men in the back turned around and started firing wildly into the crowd until he was overwhelmed and was eaten.
Out of the original 15, only 8 had survived the run and the climb, they then pushed the ladder over on top of the infected and ran inside for safety. The operatives were surprising. Z14 (Z13's personal friend), Z1, Z2, Z0, Y0, Y19, X0, and X98 were the only ones who lived. They all gathered in the building with Z68 and Z148. Z13 nodded to Z14 and stood by him. Then Z0 stood and spoke.
"We were running from the infected yesterday, found shelter in a mall with a good portion of the X-class troops, around 50 strong all together. The infected broke in, only us 15 survived. 7 of us were killed running here when we saw your troops waving for us. Good men, Z3, Z5, Z7, Z12, Y2, Y7, and X149."
At the mention of Z12's name, Z13 winced, Z12 was Z13's best friend, he had been through so much with him, and now he was gone forever. He turned and spoke then.
"What are your orders now sir?"
Z0 looked at Z13 intently, this wasn't new because Z13 had been known for almost "evil" tactics in combat. He looked for any possible edge he could have, fair or not. He was a brilliant combatant, better then most of the Z-class, the only few better then him were the elite 5. The reason he wasn't Z6 was because they didn't trust him enough because of his ambitions. But he would show them, he could beat the elite 5 in this infection, this was his playground, the infected were his brothers, he could toy with them and the living. He was in complete control
"My orders Z13 are that we hole up here till our supplies dwindle, then we head for the supermarket."
Z1 looked at Z13 and spoke, "Any problems Z13?"
Something about the way he said his own name, Z13 vowed not to let this man live. He quickly said, "Yes, I'm not staying with you fools" Then turned out the door and walked up to the roof to prepare for his departure. Z14 followed him and said to him, "Your not going to leave me here are you?"
"Of course not, your my friend."
Z13 turned to him, smiled, then pulled out his combat knife and stabbed his "friend" in the chest. "Sleep now friend." He said as Z14 died. He ran back into the building, grabbed a shotgun, plenty of ammo, and found more ammo for his assault rifle and his pistols. He then ran out the front door and vowed to kill any remaining troops that he saw. He smiled sadistically as his sanity was slipping away with his glee. He was in control, he ruled their lives, he would kill everything he saw. He saw an infected to the right of him, he pulled out a knife and stabbed it in the face, then moved on towards a building.
Day 2, 1200 hours
Z13 made it to the supermarket and started preparing his trap. He knew they would be able to survive with those supplies for about a day, so tomorrow they would come. He would be ready. Z13 grabbed his knife, "Soon". He laughed to himself and prepared his trap.
Day 2, 2000 hours
Z13 smiled at the next days plans, excited for all of their individual deaths that would bring him so much happiness. He found a nice cot to lay down in, he found a pillow from toilet paper and found a blanket. He slept like a king that night as he dreamt of their deaths. Tomorrow would be a good day
Day 3, 0900 hours.
"Shit im late." Z13 thought as he first woke up and saw the clock which said 9:00. He ran to the front of the store, and looked in horror at what he saw. The troops were heading towards the store. He didn't have time to finish the traps to completely kill them all, he would only be able to seperate them until the infected made it to them. He shrugged knowing that it was the only way. Z13 was actually working for a higher cooperation then the Z-class troops. He was working for the head of the military branch, and this was just a test for their skills. He had access to all of the technology that the city had to offer. This was his playground, the markets secret defence system was his to command. He chuckled to himself as he ran back to the control center and prepared to release the separation walls and the prototype infected creatures, codenamed: G7S, Nicknamed: Obliteratiors.
As the troops entered the building and fanned out, Z13 hit the control button for the trap. The floor raised off of the ground in different places in between the troops, separating them into groups of two, three, and one. He frowned when he saw that Z0, X0, and Y0 were all still in the same area together. They would work well together and maybe even survive. Z1 and Z2 were also together, he would enjoy their death. Y19 and X98 were alone. Also the two Z-class troops that he was with in the beginning were together. Z68 and Z148. They wouldn't survive, he was sure of it. Z13 then pressed another button and the Obliterators, and thousands of the infected were released into the market. He laughed and sat back to watch the blood bath before he would leave.
Day 3, 0930 hours.
Z0, Y0, and X0 were together in this strange place, they just saw the floors separate them from the rest of their team. They quickly fanned out and scanned their weapons around the area before they heard a sliding door and a deep defining roar. They all gulped when they saw a huge creature walking towards them. It has claws and was massive, its head was horribly contorted in strange positions, its arms were brutishly strong and its legs were huge. The muscles on it were enhanced and it started running towards them when it saw them. They all opened fire as the monster just brushed the fire aside and came for them. It bit into Y0 and ripped him in half in about a second. It then turned and clawed X0 in half in another second. Z0 turned and ran away from the huge monster, but it caught him in the back and lifted him in the air, it then shoved its arms inside of his back and ripped his body in two pieces. It then sat down and started eating on the three dead bodies.
Z13 was watching the whole thing as he laughed at how easily the "Leaders" had just been killed. He knew he could have stopped an obliteratior on his own. But the three best troops in the entire army couldn't take down one all together. He saw that Z1, and Z2 met the same fate, same with Z68 and Z148. But the other two were still alive Y19 and X98. He saw as thousands of the infected surrounded them and waited till their guns were dry before attacking and killing them both. He smiled and decided it was time to go before they sensed his presence and turned to kill him. He turned for the back door only to find that it was wedged stuck. "NO!" He screamed inside his own mind. The obliterators would find him in a matter of minuets. He didn't have the fire power to stop all 5.
Z13 grabbed his remaining ammo and ran out into the market. Firing like a madman in the faces of hundreds of infected, he saw it; one of the obliterators, directly above him, coming from the alcove behind him, he only had time to see its massive body mass before it landed right in front of him and he had no time to stop it before its claws found their way into his chest and ripped his body in half. "I guess I deserved it, the lives of men aren't mine to control." Z13 died there along with the rest of his troops in that market.
The obliterators then turned their attention to the infected around the city and started feasting, killing them all. Then their focus was more food, until they sensed more, lots more, in a city called new york. Thus begins the epic fight against the obliterators and infected vs humans.
(I typed this story rather quickly cause im lazy, so its poor quality and isnt that original. But what the hell, I tryed lol)
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|woody100||great story||0||Aug 26 2008, 6:05 AM EDT by woody100|
|Shadow4437||I'm going to give you advice and give you constructive critcism.||0||Apr 23 2008, 10:44 PM EDT by Shadow4437|
Thread started: Apr 23 2008, 10:44 PM EDT Watch
Hi,I liked your story,but there were many flaws,1000 rounds in general is alot of ammunition to carry,weighing more than 20 pounds,and 15,000 rounds would be an noneffective way to move in combat,with that much ammunition.Secondly,I seriously can't believe how you exaggerated numbers.Its nearly impossible to take down hundreds of zombies with 1000 rounds with fully automatic weapons.Then theres the fact that he somehow prepared this trap.It would take atleast 3 days to prepare,for wiring/soldering and to get it set.
|whtwlf||Minor Error||0||Apr 19 2008, 10:28 PM EDT by whtwlf|
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The story states that "Zeta class" is "The elite class of its kind." However, Z13 states that Z68 and Z148 are both "lowly ranked troops that never really proved themselves." If they are poor in combat, then why not just label them X or Y class?
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