Reygi,
Kandahar, Afghanistan
Secronom
Research Facility
April
21, 2001
1900
Local Time
“Timmins, get the defenses back online.”
Williams rushed into the Control Room with Green.
“On it.” Timmins ran into a room with a computer that
was online.
“They are going to get in any minute
now. Hurry!” Williams readied his M16.
“Sentry guns back online in five
minutes. Systems are rebooting.” Timmins
hollered.
“Green, take position next to the
doors.” Williams commanded as he saw the elevator numbers descending.
“We’ve got to hold this area. If we
lose it, we put the rest of the team below at risk.” Williams aimed his gun at
the elevator doors.
The elevator dinged and the door
slid open. Three marines stood inside the elevator with sweat dripping off
their faces.
“Don’t shoot!” Reid called out.
“We’re UNSC!” Morgan added.
Williams glanced at the marines and
lowered his gun.
“I thought you guys were…” Williams
exclaimed.
“Dead? Captured? We managed to sneak
out in time.” Reid interrupted.
“Yeah.” Williams nodded.
“Turrets online!” Timmins rushed out of his room to tell
Williams.
“You got the sentry guns back
online…?” Morgan asked as he looked at Reid with a concerned face.
“Yeah, the Russians won’t be coming
in now.” Timmins
replied proudly.
“That’s good.” Reid said while
thinking about the Russians getting slaughtered by the guns.
“Get some rest marines. We’ll need
it.” Williams replied.
“Where are the defense controls? I
want to see what other defenses this facility has.” Reid spoke to Timmins with the thought
of shutting down the system.
“There.” Timmins pointed at a computer inside the
Control Room.
“Okay, thanks.” Reid thanked with a
gentle smile as he walked to the computer.
“Green, take a look at the ground
floor and tell me the progress of the Russians.” Williams ordered.
Green hurried out of the room whilst
Morgan and Mendoza sat down on a table and looked at the servers around them.
Williams looked at a vent shaft above him and heard chatters and rumbles.
“I think they are coming through
this way.” Williams pointed at the vent with his gun.
“Really?” Reid typed on the computer
and stood up.
“Staff Sergeant, something’s not
right. The sentry guns are going back underground.” Green reported on the
RaidComm.
“What?” Williams shouted back.
“Defenses are offline. The Russians
and the militia are advancing!” Green replied in horror.
“Get out of there now!” Williams
ordered.
“There’s too many of them. Argh!”
Green shouted as gunshots rang in the background.
“Green, come in. Green!” Williams
rushed to the computer for the defenses.
Williams looked at the computer and saw
the message “Defenses offline by manual controls”.
“What did you do Reid?” Williams
turned to look at Reid with a Lock 17 in his hand.
Before Williams could react, Reid
fired a round into Williams’ chest and took him down.
“What the hell?” Timmins
raised his M16 at Reid, but was taken out by Morgan as he fired three rounds
into Timmins’
back.
Timmins
collapsed to the ground with a thud and Mendoza
nudged the body with his boot.
“Thanks.” Reid thanked.
“I can’t believe we killed the
marines.” Mendoza
looked a bit shocked.
“We did what we had to do.” Reid
reasoned.
Out of the corner of Reid’s eyes,
Williams reached for a nearby Washington
870 he had put aside. Williams crawled to the shotgun and grabbed it. Reid saw
the body of Williams moving and turned.
“Die traitor!” Williams pressed the
trigger and a barrage of pellets flung Reid a couple meters into the air.
Mendoza quickly fired five rounds of his M16
at Williams based on instinct. Morgan rushed to the fallen Reid and noticed
that most of the shotgun’s pellets had torn through Reid’s flak jacket.
“Reid! Can you hear me?” Morgan
waved his hand over Reid’s face.
“Oh…my chest.” Reid coughed blood as
he clutched his injured chest.
“Hold on.” Morgan reached into his
backpack for medication.
“Take this Sergeant. You are in
command now.” Reid handed his radio to Morgan.
“LT.” Mendoza knelt beside his commanding officer.
“Guess I won’t have my revenge.”
Reid closed his eyes and passed out.
Morgan took out a morphine needle
and injected into Reid’s arm. Mendoza
grabbed the radio from Morgan and turned it on.
“We are clear.” Mendoza spoke on the radio in a solemn voice.
“Good.” Dimitri replied.
“We need a medic.” Mendoza requested.
“Got it. We’ll be there in one
minute.” Dimitri replied.
Morgan threw the used needle aside
and took out a pack of bandages and wrapped it around Reid’s chest tightly.
Suddenly, a group of soldiers rushed into the room and Dimitri walked from
behind. Mendoza
stood up to greet the Russians.
“Medic here!” Mendoza shouted.
“Thank you Mendoza.” Dimitri pulled out his Luger and
shot Mendoza in
the face.
Morgan realized the act of betrayal
and quickly spun around to shoot Dimitri, but was intercepted by Nikolai as he
had already trained his AK47 at his head. Nikolai fired two rounds and struck
Morgan in the neck and face. Blood spattered across the room and painted the
servers with a hint of red. Morgan’s eyes were wide open as he collapsed to the
ground. The gun clattered on the ground and Morgan fell on top of Reid.
“What about the Lieutenant?” Nikolai
pointed at the unconscious marine with his AK47.
“Leave him be. We’ll let him bleed
out.” Dimitri smiled in triumph.
“What’s next sir?” Nikolai asked.
“Let’s go underground and claim
what’s rightfully ours.” Dimitri pointed at the room beside him.
“Got it.” Nikolai nodded and waved a
squad of militia to follow him.
“Take as many men as you need to get
the job done Sergeant. I’ll be waiting up here.” Dimitri walked out with
Nikolai to the room adjacent to them.
The soldiers walked into the room
and noticed a section of the wall had slid open revealing a small room.
“There.” Dimitri pointed with his
Luger.
Nikolai walked into the room with
two squads following him. He looked at the elevator and pressed the button. After
a few minutes, the hum of the elevator could be heard as it moved up the shaft.
“Get ready.” Nikolai commanded as he
trained his AK47 at the elevator doors.
The doors slowly slid open and
revealed nothing. Nikolai walked inside and the soldiers all squeezed in.
Dimitri walked in front of the elevator and saluted Nikolai.
“Sir.” Nikolai saluted back and
pressed the elevator button down.
The doors slid down and the elevator
descended. Dimitri looked at some soldiers beside him and pointed at the room for
them to guard.
“Yes sir.” one soldier nodded and
stood his ground beside the elevator doors.
Reygi,
Kandahar, Afghanistan
Secronom
Research Facility
April
21, 2001
2045
Local Time
Zyrok dodged to the side as the
multi-limbed zombie flew at him. A couple of limbs hit the door frame and
snapped loudly. Schmidt and Nevarez unleashed a torrent of bullets into the
zombie. The zombie attempted to snatch at Zyrok, but Zyrok was more agile. He
jumped on top of the zombie and fired two rounds into the back of its head. As
the marines finished the zombie, guns firing down the dark hallways echoed
towards them.
“Let’s go!” Zyrok commanded as he
pointed at the dark halls with his flashlight.
A figure ran past Zyrok’s flashlight
and Zyrok fired one shot in the general direction.
“Zyrok, this is 2-3. We have a man
down. We’re holed up with Forester’s team in Room 5503.” May reported on the
RaidComm with some frustration.
Zyrok looked at a door beside him
and saw a “Room 5530” sign on the wall beside the access panel.
“Shit.” Schmidt looked at the sign.
“We’re at least twenty rooms away.”
Nevarez groaned.
“Leg it!” Zyrok hustled.
The three marines continued down the
hallways when they came across a mob of zombies in the middle of the hall.
Schmidt’s flashlight got a glimpse of the mob as he halted to a stop. The mob
consisted of scientist and security guard zombies, but at the back on the
ceiling were at least five multi-limbed zombies.
“Run!” Zyrok turned around as he
noticed the zombies growling at them.
The marines turned around and ran
back as fast as they could. They could hear the thundering of footsteps running
behind them.
“There!” Zyrok pointed at a small
corridor to their left.
Zyrok and his marines made a mad
dash left and noticed the corridor they ran in was some sort of service
corridor. Various pipes hung from the ceiling snaking room to room. Some were
so rusted that water was leaking onto the ground creating small puddles.
“Keep running down.” Zyrok pointed
down the hallway as he splashed water onto the walls when he stepped on the
puddles.
* * *
“We have to make a run for the
stairs. They are approximately three to four rooms left of here.” May suggested
as she fired her M16 at some zombies entering the room.
“Not like this. We have to carry
Casey out of here.” Forester looked at Casey with a gash to his chest.
“I’ll take care of Sarge.” Taylor knelt beside Casey
and applied bandages to his wound.
“I’m going to turn into one of them
aren’t I?” Casey coughed.
“Casey, I’ve got the nanite
technology back at Base. We’ll get you the help.” Forester assured.
“Alright marines, get ready to book
it out of here.” May shouted as she reloaded her gun.
“Ready Private?” Robertson smiled as
he picked up Casey’s Sega-20.
“You bet.” Christopher nodded.
“Okay, on the count of three, we go.
Forester, you and Taylor take Casey out as Robertson clears the way.
Christopher and I will get your back.” May briefed.
“Where’s Frederick’s team?” Christopher asked.
“No time to ask. Let’s move in
three…two…one…go!” May shouted.
Robertson charged out of the room
and pumped two shotgun rounds into a zombie. Forester bashed a zombie with
Robertson’s M16 and waved at Taylor.
Taylor carried
Casey on his back and moved slowly out of the room.
“Cover!” May shouted as she laid a
heavy suppressive fire for Taylor’s
retreat.
Robertson continued blasting away
any zombies blocking his path with his shotgun firing only when needed. May and
Christopher continued shooting at many multi-limbed zombies headed their way.
Forester fired a couple rounds to take out zombies beside Robertson and turned
occasionally to assist with May and Christopher as she fired a few bursts at
the crowd. Once Robertson reached the stairwell, he pushed the doors open and
waved at the remaining marines making their way to him.
“Come on!” Robertson hollered while
quickly reloading his shotgun.
Forester ran into the stairwell and
got into position. As Taylor
slowly made his way to the stairwell with Casey on his back, May and
Christopher were having difficulties holding the line. Robertson looked at his
shotgun and then looked at May and Christopher struggling to get back to the
stairwell quickly. Robertson knew he had to take one for the team and divert
the zombies. He rushed out the stairwell with the Sega-20 and tapped May on the
back.
“Run to the stairwell! All of you!”
Robertson hollered.
May nodded in appreciation and
turned back. Robertson fired a barrage of pellets into the horde and knew he
had to buy his team the time.
“Go Christopher.” Robertson shouted.
“Get back to us quickly.”
Christopher replied as he ran back.
Robertson looked at the mob of
zombies and fired two rounds. He quickly turned around and ran towards the
stairwell.
“The stairwell doors won’t hold.”
Robertson thought as he approached the doors.
“Get in!” May fired a couple of
shots.
“No, the door won’t hold. I’m going
to buy you some time. It was an honor!” Robertson replied with a saluted as he
forcefully pushed the marines into the stairwell and closed the door shut as he
walked out. Seeing his shotgun was out of ammo, he wedged it against the door
handle and turned to meet the zombies.
“Come and get me!” Robertson yelled
on top of his lungs as he pulled out his Lock 17 sidearm.
Robertson quickly dashed to the left
continuing down the hall only firing a couple of shots behind him. As he
expected, all of the zombies turned to chase him and was no longer going for
the stairwell. One multi-limbed zombie flung itself from the ceiling at
Robertson and knocked the marine down.
“Eat lead!” Robertson punched the
zombie’s head and fired four rounds into its face.
The zombie collapsed to the ground
and Robertson quickly got onto his feet.
“Robertson, you copy?” Forester
spoke on the RaidComm.
Robertson ran into an open room and
slammed the door shut. He panted and reloaded his pistol. Just as he was about
to respond back on the RaidComm, he heard a deep growl behind him. His
carelessness made him forget to check the room. As he turned slowly in horror,
a multi-limbed zombie jumped on him and tore his armor off.
“Argh! Ah!” Robertson screamed on
the RaidComm as the zombie bit his chest and ripped out his internals.
A pool of blood formed around
Robertson’s body as the zombie munched on the marine. Robertson’s cracked
helmet was a couple meters away from him covered in blood.
“Roberson! Come in Robertson!”
Forester’s voice came out of the helmet.
The zombie turned its head to the
helmet and growled.
“Do you copy? Robertson?” Forester
spoke on the RaidComm.
The zombie smashed two limbs at the
helmet thinking it was a prey. The helmet caved in and pieces flew everywhere.
The zombie found no flesh and returned to feast on Robertson.
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