Post by johnandrews on Jul 4, 2011 16:01:13 GMT -5
WARNING! WARNING! INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!
”Shut up! God damn it! Nobody is going to hear your fucking automated voice!” John yelled at the siren that made sure that anyone who was unauthorized was caught and killed. He had just hacked into the files of the military computer and had deleted all files corresponding to him or his platoon. He had only printed out his personnel file so he could hold onto something else other than his weapons. His M-1 Tanker was slung over his shoulder and his .40 cal Beretta was stuck in his waist belt in the small of his back. They were his personal weapons and had never been shot at a living thing unless it was trying to rob him.
He resumed running through the facility and finally emerged outside in the daylight. He could make out some undead on their way here, but they were moving slowly enough to let him escape. He ran up the street and took a left to where his apartment was. It wasn’t his apartment anymore though. The undead had taken up residence in the complex and everyone there had either become one of them or had escaped at the beginning. He was with the latter group, having escaped the complex before they had gotten in.
The ruin of the building came up and he turned down a side street. The manhole cover was still closed when he got there and he moved up to it very slowly. He began to hear a shuffling noise behind him and turned quickly, Beretta 92 drawn to find…
Nothing.
There was nothing behind him on the street. John lowered his weapon and was turning around when some movement caught his eye. It was directly to his eight o’clock and he brought his handgun up as he turned, shoving the barrel of his gun into the mouth of a zombie and pulling the trigger. A 40 caliber slug ripped through the zombie’s head and exited along with a splatter of brain matter. He pulled the gun barrel out of the thing’s mouth and wiped it on his shirt before moving the manhole away from the opening to reveal the sewer and another tunnel that was an offshoot of the original that had since been closed off.
He dropped down into the manhole and closed the cover over him. John approached the closed section and removed a panel that he had managed loose and squeezed in, closing it behind him. There was electricity in this section which aided him in getting around in the area which had become his home base. His food, sleeping area, extra ammo, and other miscellaneous stuff were all there. He lay down on the cot he had gotten and looked at the ceiling. The time was perfect for being a gun loving Marine like him. I wonder if any of my buddies survived. he thought as his eyelids drooped and eventually closed.