Bankstown, New
South Wales, Australia
UNSC Relief
Center
August
1, 1999
1010
Local Time
“Here, try the Lock 17.” Taylor showed Sarah a
pistol from a briefcase.
Sarah took the pistol and a full
clip of magazine from the case. She slid the magazine into the gun and cocked
it.
“Take two extra clips in case.” Taylor
pointed at two full magazines sitting in the case.
“I’m not that bad of a shot.” Sarah
laughed.
“No, we’re going outside the center.
Always bring more ammo if you can. You’ll never know what we’ll encounter.” Taylor pulled out his
Lock 17 sidearm and checked the ammo.
“Outside?” Sarah laughed nervously.
“Yeah, pistol is short range. The
best training is to get up close in the environment.” Taylor pointed outside.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.”
Sarah slid the pistol into her belt.
Taylor took out a Zylon vest from his
backpack and handed it over to Sarah.
“Take this, a girl can never have
enough protection.” Taylor
joked.
Sarah laughed and accepted the
armor. She fitted the armor onto her chest and tightened the straps. Taylor approached her and
adjusted the straps on her back.
“You got to make sure it’s a good
fit so you’ll have mobility plus protection.” Taylor examined the armor firmly snug on
Sarah.
“It is.” Sarah patted her chest.
“Well, let’s get going.” Taylor headed towards the
gates.
Sarah picked up her pace and quickly
followed Taylor
out through the gates. Taylor
led Sarah into the surrounding communities and quietly avoided zombies until they
reached a small park. Taylor
set his backpack on a park bench and took out his water bottle. Sarah watched
as Taylor drank
a gulp and decided to have a drink as well.
“You ready?” Taylor pulled out his sidearm.
“Yup!” Sarah nodded and took out her
pistol.
“There, one o’clock.” Taylor pointed at a zombie
in front of them.
Sarah held the pistol firmly with
both hands and pointed at the zombie’s head. She pulled the trigger and heard a
mediocre bang as an empty casing spewed out of the gun. The zombie in front of
them collapsed to the ground and remained motionless.
“Not bad.” Taylor complimented.
“I can shoot you know…” Sarah
smirked.
“Two zombies, five o’clock.” Taylor pointed behind her
with his pistol.
Sarah spun around and fired at one
zombie. The shot was successful and made the zombie drop dead, but it attracted
the zombie beside and made it run towards Sarah. Sarah panicked by the sudden
sprinting zombie and quickly pulled off a shot. She missed and fired again, but
only got its shoulder. Taylor
watched as the zombie got closer and lifted his pistol to the zombie’s head in
a graceful manner. Sarah watched as Taylor
coolly fired a round and brought the zombie down.
“Don’t lose your composure. A
sprinter is no different than a walker.” Taylor
lowered his gun and turned to look at Sarah.
“I didn’t expect it would run at me
with this much speed.” Sarah took a breath of relief.
“Well, this is field training. You
got to be in the zone to actually learn better.” Taylor looked around for nearby zombies.
“Huh.” Sarah exclaimed.
“Look Sarah, I don’t doubt your
ability to shoot or your mark marksmanship. The world is constantly changing by
bringing new variables to each shot you make. Only practice will make perfect
as you gain all sorts of experience.” Taylor
explained.
“Thanks?” Sarah laughed nervously.
“There, three zombies down beside
the park bench.” Taylor
pointed at three zombies clumped over a dead corpse.
Sarah nodded and the aimed her
pistol at the closest zombie. She fired one round and took the zombie down. The
other two zombies turned their heads to her and ran. Sarah took a deep breath
and focused at the closest zombie and fired. A clean headshot made the zombie
fly forward face first into the ground. Sarah paced her breath and fired at the
last zombie. The zombie got shot in the eye and cart wheeled into a nearby
bush.
“See? You’ll get the hang of it.” Taylor encouraged.
“Thanks.” Sarah smiled.
“More zombies inbound.” Taylor pointed behind
Sarah as two zombies walked towards them.
Sarah aimed quickly and fired at the
zombies. The zombies were taken out swiftly and Sarah reloaded her gun with a
fresh magazine.
“I think we have a problem.” Sarah
pointed beside Taylor
as she saw a crowd of zombies entering the park.
“It must have been too much noise.” Taylor picked up his
backpack.
“I don’t think so. The pistol is
pretty quiet.” Sarah studied the gun.
“Or by sheer luck that we were next
to a horde.” Taylor
watched as more zombies entered the park.
“Run?” Sarah watched with fear.
“Good idea. We should find shelter
to hide.” Taylor
turned around and began to run.
“Why not head back to the center
directly?” Sarah asked as she ran beside Taylor.
“Too far. Plus we can’t outrun a
horde.” Taylor
pointed at a building outside the park exit.
“So we hide?” Sarah asked.
“Like a storm, we wait till it
passes unless we’ve got superior firepower to take them all out.” Taylor ran up to the
building door and pushed the doors open.
“Not with these.” Sarah held her
pistol and laughed.
Taylor closed the door as Sarah got in and
got a glimpse of the horde scattering all over the park. Taylor grabbed a table and a few chairs and
wedged the door shut as a makeshift barricade.
“Can’t we call for help?” Sarah
wondered.
“I don’t have any radio. Only the
UNSC has them.” Taylor
said with disappointment.
“Taylor and Sarah sat on the ground
as the moans and groans got louder as the zombies approached the door. A few
knocks and scratches on the door, but it seemed the zombies haven’t seen them.
Suddenly, Sarah screamed. Taylor
spun around to see a zombie in a janitor’s uniform tackle Sarah to the ground. Taylor ran up to the
zombie and pried the zombie off and snapped its neck.
“You alright? Did you get bit?” Taylor lifted Sarah to
her feet.
“I’m alright.” Sarah dusted herself.
“It’s my fault, I should have made
sure the area was clear.” Taylor
apologized.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m worrying
about getting out now…” Sarah watched as the barricaded door shook violently as
the zombies outside pounded and bashed.
“Shit! They must have heard us.” Taylor stomped the ground
in frustration.
* * *
Cookson left his room to look for
Sarah. Although he had not been fully healed, he decided to lightly jog around
the center to catch a glimpse of Sarah training with Taylor. Cookson approached the training
grounds where Sarah and Taylor usually trained, but saw no one. He saw a marine
patrolling the area and decided to ask.
“Excuse me!” Cookson called out.
The marine turned to look at Cookson
and immediately identified him.
“Cookson! How’s it going?” the
marine greeted.
“Johnson?” Cookson was shocked.
“Yeah, that’s me. We finished out
task last night and I got shipped back. Sydney
is one hell of a mess.” the marine took off his helmet.
“Any word of Az?” Cookson asked.
“I’m sorry, but we’ve got nothing.”
Johnson shook his head.
“That’s ok. By the way, have you
seen Sarah and Taylor?” Cookson asked.
“You mean a police officer with a
girl around the same age as you?” Johnson replied with a question.
“Yeah, them. Where are they at?”
Cookson nodded.
“Oh, they left the center about
twenty minutes ago.” Johnson looked at his watch.
“Know where?” Cookson asked.
“Check with the gate guards. They
might know more than I do.” Johnson pointed at the gate.
“Alright, thanks.” Cookson expressed
his gratitude.
“No worries. I’ll be at the radar
tower if you need me.” Johnson replied and walked off.
Cookson quickly walked to the gate
and approached a marine sergeant sitting in an office.
“What can I do for you Corporal?”
the sergeant asked and stood up.
“I would like to know if you got
info about a Sarah and a Taylor leaving the center, sir.” Cookson asked
politely.
“Give me a second.” the sergeant
walked to his computer and typed.
Cookson stood patiently as the
sergeant typed and stared at his monitor.
“A Sarah Parks and a Taylor White
left the center half an hour ago to do some firearms training.” the sergeant
spoke sitting down.
“Whereabouts did they go, sir?”
Cookson asked.
“Let me check…somewhere near the
Bankstown Memorial Park.” the sergeant studied the computer.
“Thank you, sir.” Cookson replied.
“You going out?” the sergeant asked.
“Not right now sir. I’ve got to get
prepped.” Cookson replied.
“I’ll see you in a bit then.” the
sergeant smiled as Cookson walked off.
Cookson decided to go find Johnson
at the radar tower to get Intel about the surrounding areas near the park. He
approached the tower and swiped his UNSC ID badge on the door. He saw a flight of
stairs and groaned. After a few minutes of climbing the stairs, he reached the
top and saw a couple of marines sitting in front of their work stations looking
at the radar.
“Cookson!” Johnson patted Cookson on
the back as he approached behind him.
“There you are. I was wondering if
you got info about the Bankstown
Memorial Park. I want to
meet up with Sarah and Taylor, but I figured to check ahead for nearby
hostiles.” Cookson requested.
“Sure, no problem. I think the
Memorial Park is in Sector Lima Three.” Johnson looked at a map on the wall.
Johnson studied the map for a minute
and pointed at it to show Cookson.
“Lima Four, my bad.” Johnson
laughed.
“That’s somewhat far.” Cookson
looked at where Johnson pointed.
“Let’s head to my computer.” Johnson
pointed at an empty workstation.
Johnson logged in the computer and
typed “Lima 4”
into the radar program. Cookson watched as the computer began its scan and
watched as hundreds of blips popped on the screen.
“What’s that?” Cookson pointed at a
blip.
“On no…not good.” Johnson exclaimed.
“What’s wrong? Are those zombies?”
Cookson was worried.
“That’s a horde you got there.
Question, did you say Sarah and Taylor were over there?” Johnson stood up from
his seat.
“Yeah…” Cookson muttered
“I’m going to let my sergeant know
bout his.’ Johnson printed the radar chart and walked off.
Cookson stared at the computer
screen watching the blips move on each scan. Johnson ran up beside him and
grabbed his jacket.
“Sarge knows about it, but all our
assets are in Sydney.
There’s nothing we can do for them.” Johnson said solemnly.
“God damn it! That’s two civilians
out there.” Cookson replied with frustration and pounded the table.
“What’s the noise?” a bald man in
his late twenties with stripes of a sergeant approached Johnson and Cookson.
“Sir!” Cookson saluted.
“Look Corporal, I’ve told Johnson
already that all our assets are down in Sydney.
We can’t do a search and rescue.” the sergeant looked at the radar refresh on
Johnson’s computer.
“They are civilians. Isn’t it our
duty to protect them?” Cookson asked.
“You’d be willing to risk your life
for them?” the sergeant questioned.
“Rather than sitting here and watching
a monitor and doing nothing at all.” Cookson replied briskly.
“I’m game as well. I don’t want to
be responsible for someone’s death which I knew I could have done something to
save them.” Johnson backed Cookson up.
“Very well. If you insist on going,
I’ll let you folks talk a Warthog and rescue them.” the sergeant replied with a
sigh.
“Thank you sir.” Cookson smiled.
“Just letting you know, if you call
for backup, there will be none.” the sergeant took a set of keys and handed
them to Johnson.
“I understand the risks.” Cookson
watched as Johnson placed the keys on his belt.
“Good luck marines. I just wish
there would be more good soldiers like you.” the sergeant wished.
Bankstown, New
South Wales, Australia
Bankstown Memorial Park
August
1, 1999
1430
Local Time
Sarah and Taylor watched from the
second floor window as the zombies crowded below the building. Sarah took out
her water bottle and glanced at the remaining water.
“We’re never getting out of here are
we?” Sarah sighed.
“Don’t worry. Sooner or later
someone will realize that we’re missing and come looking for us.” Taylor replied with
optimism.
Suddenly, a Warthog sped to the
intersection and began to drive into the park. Sarah and Taylor watched as one
marine drove the Warthog while another fired the turret.
“Is that Cookson?” Taylor looked closely at the marine on the
turret with uncertainty.
“Oh my gosh, it’s Cookson!” Sarah
jumped up with excitement.
The horde of zombies turned towards
the marines and began to run at them. Cookson gracefully laid down a heavy
cover fire and slowly took out a lot of zombies row by row. Taylor bashed the window and fired a shot in
the air in hopes of getting the marines’ attention.
“Over here!” Sarah shouted.
Cookson seemed to catch a glimpse of
Sarah shouting from a building and waved at her. Sarah watched as the Warthog
turned towards them and accelerated towards the building. The Warthog sped into
the horde of zombies splattering the first few zombies before halting to a
stop. Taylor and Sarah watched in horror as the driver got pulled out of his
seat and get ripped to pieces. Cookson turned the turret and gunned down the
nearby zombies next to the vehicle before jumping off the turret. Cookson took
out his M16 and fired a few rounds before entering the driver’s seat. He
reversed the Warthog and ran a zombie over with the back wheel. He quickly
turned the wheels and drove through some bushes and broke through a metal fence
before rolling to a stop outside the building Sarah and Taylor was in.
“Get on!” Cookson shouted as he
quickly jumped onto the turret.
Sarah and Taylor quickly ran down to
the ground level and removed the barricade. They opened the door and saw
Cookson fire furiously at the horde.
“It’s overheating!” Cookson reduced
the rate of fire.
“Cookson!” Sarah exclaimed.
“Taylor,
man the wheels. Sarah, get on the passenger seat.” Cookson spoke as sweat
dripped from his face.
Taylor
hopped into the driver’s seat and watched as Sarah got on. He stomped on the
gas pedal and drove the Warthog away from the incoming horde. Cookson reduced
firing as the zombies grew more distant. Suddenly, a zombie pulled himself up
from the front bumper and climbed on the hood. Sarah pulled out her Lock 17 and
fired a shot. The zombie slid off the hood and got trampled by the wheels.
“We’re safe…we’re safe now.” Taylor
took a deep breath as the UNSC
Relief Center
came into view.
Bankstown, New
South Wales, Australia
UNSC Relief
Center
August
1, 1999
2145
Local Time
Sarah stepped out of her shower and put on a white fuzzy
robe. She wiped the foggy mirror and looked at herself. She smiled and began to
brush her long silky blonde hair. After a few minutes of straightening her
hair, she took a hair dryer and dried her hair. She exited the bathroom and
heard two knocks on her door. She looked out the peephole and saw Cookson
standing outside her door. She opened the door and smiled.
“Woah Sarah, you look stunning.” Cookson gasped.
“Thanks.” Sarah played with her hair.
“If you are busy, I’ll come back later.” Cookson looked at
Sarah’s robe.
“Nope.” Sarah pulled Cookson’s shirt and closed the door.
“You know, I was really worried about you out there today.”
Cookson sat down on a chair.
“I know. I thought we weren’t going to be rescued, but you
came fore me.” Sarah smiled happily.
“Well that’s because I…” Cookson
blushed.
“Shh…I love you.” Sarah placed her
index finger on Cookson’s lips.
Sarah pulled Cookson up from his
seat and kissed his lips. Cookson breathed lightly and kissed Sarah on her
cheek. Sarah unbuttoned Cookson’s uniform and removed his outer jacket and
tossed it to the ground. Cookson closed his eyes as he kissed Sarah
passionately and ran his hand over her face. Sarah pushed Cookson gently onto
her bed and took off her robe. Sarah was bare of any clothes and was striding
towards Cookson lying on the bed.
“You are so beautiful.” Cookson
looked at a naked Sarah.
“I am yours.” Sarah hopped on the
bed beside Cookson.
Cookson quickly took off his shirt
and unbuttoned his pants. Sarah touched Cookson’s chest and then kissed him on
the neck. Cookson smiled as he slid his hand across her back and came down on
her cure buttocks. Sarah got on top of Cookson and grabbed Cookson’s dreamy
face with both hands.
“I love you.” Cookson grabbed
Sarah’s face over and kissed passionately as he slid his manhood inside her.
“I love you too.” Sarah’s face
turned red when Cookson began to push inside her gently.
Cookson reached his hand out and
massaged Sarah’s breast while Sarah slowly rocked back and forth on top of Cookson.
Cookson moaned as he felt Sarah intensifying with each thrust. Sarah smiled and
gently scratched Cookson’s back as she felt a sense of pleasure she hadn’t
experienced before. It was a magical night for the both of them. A night which
they will remember and cherish in their lives.
