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So re-reading WWZ for the millionth time today I made it to the Alpha Teams part and it struck my imagination on kind of elaborating on them in different missions they could have done leading up to the collapse. I’ll see where it goes from here. Let me know how you like it guys, thanks.

An Eventful Start

                “Hey Captain! Yo! Captain Summers! Wake up man!” I snapped awake and pulled the USP from beneath my pillow and leveled it at the Private as he put his arms up in surrender. “What?” I snarled at the poor grunt. “You’re requested in the Colonel’s office sir, All SOCOM commanders are required soonest.” I dismissed the guy and got dressed, things for me hadn’t been the same since returning from Afghanistan 3 months prior and I wondered if the Colonel would be able to smell the Jack on my breath that I now used to get a night of sleep without nightmares.  15 minutes later I was walking through 7th Special Forces Brigade HQ and up the stairs to the boss’s office. Everyone else had beaten me there; I knew most of them by name if not by face.

                “OK gentlemen, let’s get to it. Effective immediately all SOCOM units are now placed under direct control of Department of Homeland Security until further notice, this comes direct from the highest possible authority and we’re shipping out soonest. Get your people squared away and geared up by 0700 and right back here for transport.” The colonel took no questions after that, he dismissed us with no flare whatsoever, I pulled my cell phone out and placed the call to 1SG Anderson to get the troops ready. 4 hours later they were assembled and waiting for me to brief them and I did. My team is comprised of 5 men not including myself. There is Top Anderson, SFC Rodriguez, SGT Marks, Doc Martin, and SGT Black.

                Each man had his unique skills as required in a SpecOps team, Top is the weapons specialist, Rodriguez is the communication specialist, Marks is the medic and assistant to the Doc and Black is the designated marksmen. I had deployed with these men and trusted each one of them with my life and vice versa. We headed down to Brigade HQ for transport to our mystery location and about an hour later the brigade was on a C-130 on our way to somewhere in the Midwest, that’s all we were told before we took off. We landed about 2 hours later somewhere in Kansas and were bussed to some assembly area full of SOCOM troopers, there must have been thousands of us. All different branches were represented and all we could do was sit and wait for further instructions so that’s what we did.

                A few hours later a civilian along with a military looking man in civilian clothes took the stage where a mic and sound system were set up and started yet another brief. We were informed of incidents around the world of corpses attacking and killing the living, of these victims rising themselves and doing the same. We were told of how this was not a single incident but a global phenomenon and  how eventually it would show up here in the US and affect us as it did these other countries. We were told of a secret directive establishing “Alpha-Teams” to quell small-scale outbreaks in the US while the rest of the armed forces were prepped for deployment. We were given instructions on how and when to engage these “zombies” and how to deal with local law enforcement on the ground. We were issued special ID that could be shown to local police and give us complete control of the situation and we were told that the first missions were available for any teams to volunteer for.

                I looked at Top and the rest of the team and they nodded almost in unison. I raised my hand along with a few other team leaders and we were called up for our specific mission briefs. I was pulled over to a separate room with my team by a civilian and told how there was a “small” outbreak of no more than 50 “re-animates” in a small town in Wyoming. The population of this town was 300 and it was extremely isolated so there was no real danger of it spreading outside the town.

                We were shown to a Blackhawk and took off into our first mission as a newly established Alpha-Team”.


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Scenic Wyoming

                Four hours later we were heading through a snow storm and the pilot had just informed me that we were 30 minutes out of the objective. We were going to rope in to the outskirts and proceed to the Sheriff’s office. Establish contact with the local authorities and get a read of where this outbreak was and destroy it. Contact the bird and have him exfil us; Back before dusk. I had the team run an equipment check and prep for the mission ahead.

                We had been issued plain black uniforms with nothing but an American flag on our right shoulders for identification. We wore Delta Force helmets with night vision and plain black, soft body armor with no trauma plates in them, not like zombies are gonna be shooting at us I thought. We carried standard combat loads of ammunition and we were told to wear gloves and gas masks at all times when in the hot-zone. Each person on the team carried different weapons depending on their specialties.

                I carried an M4 with 7 full mags and my USP .45 handgun on a thigh holster with 4 full mags. My M4 had your standard optics on it as well as a surefire; I kept my USP original to keep it easy access in a pinch. Top was a bear of a man, 6’5” and 300 lbs of muscle, he carried a 240B with about 600 rounds of 7.62mm linked ammo and a Colt 1911 with 3 full mags that he liked to cross-draw from his chest rig. Rodriguez carried a sat-com radio on his back and an M4 with a 203, he had the standard 7 mag load out with about 40-40mm grenades of different kinds. Marks carried a STOMP portable hospital on his back and carried a compact UMP-45 with 7- 30round mags on his chest and an M9 on his thigh with 2 mags. The Doc was an old soldier, older than anyone else on the team at 40 years old. He carried a P90 with 7-50 round mags. The marksman of the team was SGT Black, he carried a pack with a ghillie suit and other sniper goodies. He carried a silenced camo M-14 EBR with a 12 x scope and 7 mags and a silenced Glock 17 with 3 mags. 

                I got the “go” from Top on our equipment and checked on our ETA with the pilot again. “We’re 15 out Captain, I’m getting some fucked up transmissions from the town on civilian channels though. You might wanna listen in.” I switched channels on my headset and what I heard gave me a chill. It was some kind of distress signal from the Sheriff’s office, the voice said that the phone lines and electricity were down due to the storm and that there radio was almost dead. The dead had taken the town and the few survivors left were on the 2nd floor barricaded but they were running low on ammo. They estimated the numbers of undead at over 200. There were 30 scared people, some wounded, barricaded in the Sheriff’s office being protected by around 15 armed people.

                I had Rodriguez try to contact them on the ground but he couldn’t get them to respond. I told the pilot to change our infil location to the roof of the Sheriff’s Office and he obliged. We would fast rope in to the roof where Top and Black would lay down support fire along with the Blackhawk door guns on the zombies outside while the rest of us made it down to the second floor. “30 seconds out Captain” the pilot said and I put up 3 fingers to notify the rest of the team.

                The doors opened on the helo and we dropped the ropes and hooked up, seconds later we were on the roof and the Blackhawk started its strafing run along with Top and Black. The rest of the team and I breached the roof access door and ran down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs was another door that was unlocked. I opened and went left right into a group of 5 zombies. And I did something I had never done in my military career, I froze.

An outstretched, rotting arm almost had me by the throat when a burst of weapon fire tore through the owner’s head and he dropped. Doc said “you’re welcome, now kill something sir.” And I was back in the fight, the four of us engaging the ghouls as they came. Outside we could hear the M-134 mini guns on the Blackhawk laying down fire on the zombies. We made it to the top of a staircase and saw that there had been a number of busted through barricades and another 30 or 40 zombies in the lobby. We set up position at the top of the stairs and took them with well-aimed headshots as they fumbled up the stairs. Outside the fire from the helo and the roof was tapering off and there were no more tangos inside the building as we cleared it.

After it was secure we started calling out for survivors. No answer. We split up and searched room by room to no avail. Marks came over the net saying he had found something and we moved to his location. Running low on ammo and not wanting to be eaten alive by monsters the defenders had killed the people they were protecting and then themselves. The problem was that they hadn’t shot for the head and now 30 more ghouls were awakening. We took them out with little trouble and I called in the helo for exfil.

Five minutes later we were enroute back to Kansas for debrief and I was questioning my sanity. The morale of the team was as low as I had ever seen and there was nothing I could do.  

 


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Fast paced and intense! I love the way this is going, looking forward to reading more.


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I agree with Creeper.  This is some grade-A material for the 'net.

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                “Hey Top that one’s still movin’” I yelled over the rotor wash from the Blackhawk. Top finished what had once been a beautiful teenage girl with a .45 through the forehead. “Black, Marks get these people on the bird. Doc, Rodriguez, Top secure that entrance and designate targets for the flyboys.” I turned and sighted in a tango about 200 yards out and squeezed the trigger. His head snapped back and what would have been a red mist was a brown one. How did we get here I kept thinking in between sighting my targets and the sporadic gunfire from my team and the JDAMs being dropped by our air force comrades.  Just 7 hours ago we were safe in our barracks.

We had had time to rest from our first mission for maybe 3 hours before our number was drawn again. “What about the other fuckin’ teams? We barely finished cleaning our weapons boss.” Top said low enough for the rest of the team not to hear him questioning an order. “Been there Top, there are too few teams, too many outbreaks and the rest of the military is still ‘prepping’”. He was justified to be upset but the point was that we were needed or the shit was really gonna hit the fan. I notified the team to get prepped to go out again and I heard 0 complaints from them. 1 hour later we were wheels up enroute to a quarantined island off the coast of Georgia. I had heard of it but never been what better time than now I thought as the sound of the rotors sang me to sleep.

“Hey Captain Summers, we’re about an hour out of the objective, we got the Commander on the line for you.” I switched channels to talk to him. He had an updated brief for me, this island had a small population of around 400 and casualties were around 380, there were no law enforcement on the island and armed civilians were trapped in the community center surrounded by a mass of around 150 reanimates and the rest scattered throughout the rest of the island in ‘packs’ of 40 or 50. We would be dropped on the roof of the Center and secure the survivors then the building. We were granted FAR support on this mission given the isolated nature of the island and number of tangos present. And another bonus was that the survivors knew we were coming this time.

About an hour later we were fast roping out of the helo onto the roof of the besieged Community Center. Once again Top and Black provided fire from the roof and the Blackhawk’s door guns opened up on the horde outside. The rest of the team and I looked for access to the building as Rodriguez contacted the survivors inside the building. Where’s the fucking door I thought scanning the roof for any access to the building. Nothing. “Break out the lines people we’re roping in” I told my guys over Top and Black’s fire. We tied off and walked 6 feet down the wall to the top of the windows.

 I pushed off and released my grip on the line pulling my USP from its holster and fired through the plate glass then braced my legs for the impact. I broke through the glass with little resistance and landed on my feet with my USP ready, the others were right behind me as we cleared the room we were in. No ghouls in this room but there was something beating against the door. I asked if they were a survivor and got nothing in response so I fired through the door at it. The body fell through the door and behind it was another 20 or 30 zombies. We opened fire on them and about 45 seconds later it was over. Rod got back on the net and confirmed the survivors’ location. There were no more tangos in the building but the fire from outside was still going strong as we reached the barricaded door of the survivors’ room.

It took about 15 minutes for them to get the door open and we told them to stay in the back of the room and that there were still zombies out there. The door opened and 15 scared people greeted us. I assured them they would be okay but that we couldn’t move until the threat outside was neutralized. I got Top on the net and let him know we had secured the survivors and he reported back to me that they had taken out a bulk of the horde but the helo was out of ammo and they were about to start calling in airstrikes.

We moved the survivors into the basement and told them to stay down until it was over. I left Doc, Marks and Rod with them and told Top and Black to meet me at the main entrance and call in the airstrikes. The air force flight commander came on line with us and asked for attack direction, coordinates, friendly location and for us to pop smoke on our location.

I popped a red smoke grenade and threw it up on the roof and when the commander came on station and ID’d red smoke I knew he had the right location. We turned on our laser designators and started lasing the large group of 70 or so remaining ghouls about 500 meters out from our location and the 3 F-18s released their 500lb bombs from about 6000 feet. Ten seconds later they impacted the group and ended their advance.

Over the hill about 700 meters away came the next ‘wave’ of undead, about 150 of them. I called in for exfil and had Doc and Black prep the next air strike while I ordered the rest of the team bring up the survivors to the main lobby. The Blackhawk landed in the open field in front of the Community Center and took the first load across to the main land. In between explosions and small arms I could hear the disbelief in the survivors voices as they consoled each other.

The Blackhawk returned about 10 minutes later for the rest of the survivors and after that it was just us and them. We were all running low on ammo by now and the air force was all out of support  as the remaining 50 or so living corpses fumbled towards us. We held them off with well-aimed head shots until the Blackhawk made it back for us though. We boarded the helo and all sighed relief as we landed on the Georgia Coast.

The survivors ran up to us; lots of hugs, lots of kisses and lots of sincere thanks. It felt good to finally play the hero.


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You are right; they did gloss over this in the book. Really like where you were taking this. Any more to come? Forgive me if I'm wrong, but it's been a while since I read the book. Weren't the Alpha Teams a phase one for where a phase two was planned but never attempted? Would love to see you carry this through to that point or even more. We'll have to wait and see if Hollywood incorporates anything like this into the WW Z script.

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yeah the A-Teams were the extremely successful Phase One. Phase Two was supposed to be the entire military locking down the country and sweeping it inch by inch then securing the borders.
There is more to come but i'm in school right now and can't find too much time to write.
And I am definitely gonna take my team through to at least the huge military failure at Yonkers( if you recall that from the book ). Even though it wasn't mentioned that there were SpecOps there I am definitely gonna put them behind the scenes on securing the area for the military to come in. It should be good but I got another few 'chapters' to go before I hit that.

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Hurry up, bro.

And your sig is classic.  That's 101 (it's more now) Skippy Can't Do In The Military, right?

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Nice start.  Keep going, but let's also see more conversations between the team members and the survivors.  The reader must care about the characters, so we need to know them better.




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Doc- That's my weak point in writing. I hate making dialogue and in all actuality these SpecOps guys really wouldn't converse with the 'packages' anyways IMO. That's how SOCOM rolls in my experience. But i'll try.

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these SpecOps guys really wouldn't converse with the 'packages' anyways IMO.

That's why I didn't say anything.  Most of them don't really talk a lot, anyway.


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That's why we call our objectives 'packages' in the military. It's so you don't see them as human beings and it makes it easier to deal with them.


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The Times Are Changing

“Sir, you ok? SIR!!! You with me?” Doc was screaming at me. “The fuck you think doc, it’s a flesh wound, go take care of that SEAL over there!” I screamed over the explosions of small arms all around us. “Top get a damn line up and you tell those Delta boys to get that building cleared!”

            This had turned into a real good assignment to be volunteered for after all. Somewhere in the middle of a suburb in the outskirts of Jersey my squad and I along with a squad of Delta and SEALS were clearing this cordoned slice of Hell under a “toxic gas hazard” cover up only Uncle Sam is capable of. I was highest ranking and in operational command of the operation. The 3 Blackhawks carrying our combined force dropped us in under cover of darkness yesterday and we’d been in the shit ever since. The 3 blocks or so of suburbia was packed with about 200 reanimates and zero confirmed survivors. Our orders were to clear each of the 15 houses and 3 warehouses in the section eliminating all infection before the area was fire-bombed to insure total destruction of contamination. This explosion due to the “gas leak” of course.

            There was no air support, artillery or helicopter support authorized due to the proximity to population centers which equaled witnesses. This area had been isolated a week prior 3 miles out and was 100% infected we were told, anything standing was green to engage and as soon as we landed we got to exercise that kill order. Delta touched down first and their 6 men dismounted and engaged the closest targets as the SEALs landed and did the same. My team landed to a clear LZ for the first time since we were re-designated as an Alpha Team. It felt good to have back up.

            The first block went smooth with most activity occurring in the houses themselves and zero casualties on our side. My team and the SEAL’s formed a line around the house and Delta cleared it with no worry of outside threats; this worked great the first 2 blocks and we saw no more than 50 enemies in the first day of the mission. The end of day 1 we set up shop in the last house we cleared and waited for daylight to continue clearing the area. As the sun rose we could hear the dead groaning down the street and knew that there were another 150 or so targets out there to deal with.

            The first troop out the door was a SEAL operator and as he brought his weapon up to search for targets he caught a bullet in the abdomen that doubled him over the crack came after he was hit so it has to be a sniper I thought; I started to run to him when something hot hit my left arm and the wave of pain hit me. I took cover at the side of the next house and as I slid into position hit my head on the AC unit and blacked out; I woke to Doc screaming at me.

            Top formed a line of the remainder of the 3 squads and laid a suppressive fire down in the direction of the sniper’s fire while Doc pulled the casualty to my position. I repeated for the Delta guys to clear the building on the left side of the street as I finished applying the Quick-Clot to the deep gunshot wound in my left bicep, it burned like Hell. I got over the net and told Top to get back into cover and wait for Delta to clear the house on the left. No more sniper fire was present and no undead activity either; it was like the targets were being drawn to somewhere down the street where the fire came from.

            I called for Rodriguez to get command up and he handed me the mic when he reached them. “This is Eagle 6(HQ, actual), go ahead Stalker 6(my designation), over.” The civilian in charge said over the secure frequency. “We’re taking some sniper fire here Eagle 6; we got one casualty, urgent. Request Medevac soonest, over” I said to the unnamed “commander”. “Roger that Stalker 6, en route. Wait one, over.” I waited and Doc looked at me and shook his head, the SEAL wasn’t going to make it no matter how fast the Medevac got here. “Eagle 6, Stalker 6; cancel that medevac he’s a goner, over.” I growled into the mic. “Wilco Stalker 6. We can’t afford another casualty. Fall your men back to safe distance and await exfil, ETA 5 mikes, over.”

            That can’t be good, one casualty and their scrapping the whole mission! This must be getting bad for them to care this much about 1 KIA I thought as I relayed the orders to fall back to original LZ and dig in until the blackhawks came. “Roger Eagle 6, moving” I said to command, I was the last to move from the position. I let command know when we were at the LZ and 30 seconds later 2 JDAM’s fell on the last block of the cordoned area followed almost immediately by 6 loads of napalm.

            There goes keeping it quiet I thought as these explosions had to be visible for 20 miles at least and no one could explain away the deep gouges in the earth and the pot marks made by the small arms fire though they came up with some terrorist attack BS to keep Jane and Joe America from knowing that terrorism was the last thing they should have been worried about.

            The helos landed 3 mikes later and got us back en route to Kansas and hopefully a brighter tomorrow. As I stared out the door of the UH-60 I couldn’t help but wonder who shot at us and where the rest of the infected were. Though we would soon find out the answers to both questions.


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There! Finally back to writing. Although you'll probably have to re-read the whole thing to remember what the story is. My bad on that. I'll try to write a chapter or so a week from here on out.


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God and other mysteries of the Universe

A special briefing awaited us when we landed at our makeshift base in the middle of Kansas. The civilian “commander” took the stage and started telling our rag tag group of SOCOM troopers about the new threat attached to our Alpha Team Rules of Engagement. Apart from the infected monsters that were already terrible enough there was now intel suggesting that several teams, including my own, had come under fire from survivors we had been sent to save. He moved on by stating that despite our best efforts over the past few weeks the infection had not been slowed enough to allow the rest of the military to prepare for the major campaign ahead of them. We were losing the initiative and soon the public would know about the outbreaks here in the US.

                “At least we won’t have to worry about discretion much longer, right sir?” Top asked me after the brief. “Yeah but is that a good thing, Top?” I posed back at him. We glanced at the ground contemplating the utter chaos that would come with the news of open infection here in the US. The rest of the squad was asleep when the alarm sounded at around 2 in the morning. The team got up, got geared up and we ran to our post and awaited orders. Rodriguez couldn’t get anyone on the radio and the other teams around us had no luck either. I had that feeling deep in my gut that something really bad was about to happen when Rodriguez started listening on the handset. I was right.

                “Sir, the base freq is going crazy about an outbreak inside our perimeter…hold on…numbers in the 20’s….something about a SEAL getting bit and turning... base security is mopping up now”.  Then we finally got some info over the loud speaker, a frightened voice saying that everything was now under control and that all personnel had to report for med screenings to insure no more infected were present. We waited in line until well after noon to be seen by the medical tent and were all cleared after an exhaustive physical exam. Then we attended another brief where the “commander” stated that new SOP was to be cleared by medical personnel directly after each mission to avoid any other “incidents”. He closed with how precious a resource we were and that the US could not afford to lose any more of us.

                “Well that inspires confidence in our mighty military, huh guys?” I asked my assembled team. “We have a standing military of over half a million and they’re relying on the 5,000 or so of us to save the country? Well minus 20 now!” I said trying not to sound too jaded toward Uncle Sam; it was infectious in a unit.

                We hit the sack for about 4 hours, the first real sleep we had got in over 4 days, when a civilian with a sidearm on his hip woke me. He beckoned me to follow him and I did to a small conference room with the other leaders of the combined SOCOM squads, about 80 of us in all and yet another brief started. There were several “fires” burning and every one of our squads were needed to put them out. Major international hubs were getting reports of infection; New York, California, Atlanta and the border states with Mexico all had outbreaks of various sizes.

                We were separated into 40 teams of two squads each, I was paired up with another Green Beret 1st LT named Graham. I had never served with him and for good reason; he was fresh out of training along with most of his team. Just my fucking luck, let’s see how much trouble this West Pointer gets me into out there I thought as I shot back a salute and shook the young man’s hand with no trace of emotion on my face. He looked scared and if he was scared his team would be scared and that is never good. They had been pieced together quickly by a scared shitless government and sent straight into harm’s way. And now I was stuck with them.

                Right after meeting the LT we were given our assignment; get our teams up and ready, we were leaving to secure the Hartsfield International Airport in Atlanta, GA. An estimated 500 infected waited for us. The other teams were facing similarly stacked odds against them, we were losing control and we knew it. Sooner or later the people would find out.


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The Good, the Bad and the Undead

Disguised as Atlanta SWAT we arrived at Hartsfield International Airport under another government cover-up of a gas leak in the huge air hub. Awful lot of ‘gas leaks’ these days, huh Uncle Sam? I thought to myself in the back of the SWAT van en route to the airport. I used the 2 hour drive from Columbus, Fort Benning to be more specific, to get to know the new and mostly green squad mates I was now in command of.

                “LT, introduce your team for me” I said over the hum of the engine.  He stood up and introduced the team man for man as if he had been rehearsing for it. “Sir, this is MSG Brooks, senior NCO. SGT Mac, our communications sergeant. SGT Rogers is our squad gunner and SGT Williams is the Assistant Gunner, sir”. I nodded and asked MSG Brooks if he had seen any action in Afghanistan and he admitted that he had but not as a Green Beret. “I have seen you before MSG, you were with the 101st then but I heard good things about you. You got the Bronze Star with Valor” I told the old MSG. “Yes sir that was me” was all he responded with, sore subject I imagined. Well at least he has combat experience unlike the rest of these kids I thought which gave me a little better feeling about my new men.

                About 30 minutes out we ran an equipment check and my men reported all green on weapons and ammo. The ‘new’ squad checked their equipment too and I was impressed with their choice in gear: LT had a standard M4 and a M9 as a sidearm, MSG carried a Mossberg 590 and a S&W .357 Revolver, Mac had a MP-5 while Rogers opted for a M-249 SAW and his Assistant Gunner carried an M4 and 1200 extra rounds of linked 5.56 for Rogers’ SAW. Pretty good load out in my eyes and a good compliment to my guys’ gear.

                We pulled through the quarantine zone about a mile back from the airport and Rodriguez handed me the mic, it was a call from HQ. “Stalker 6, Eagle 6. Detailed brief to follow, over” the voice said through the handset. What followed was how a plane from S. America had to make an emergency landing as several of their passengers were very sick and had fallen into a coma. The medics rushed out and got the infected into the airport just as the victims started to reanimate and what had followed was a massacre inside the huge structure. DHS locked down the building, set up a communications black out inside the airport and set up quarantine 1 mile out and then called HQ less than a day ago. Cameras inside the air hub showed at least 500 infected and possible signs of survivors in a construction zone in one of the terminals that had been barricaded.

                Black took up position in the control tower and immediately started scanning for survivors through the massive windows of the airport. The rest of our 2 squads prepared to breach the bottom floor of the massive complex. A quick snake cam showed no immediate dangers but the breaching charge we had to use would attract a lot of unwanted attention. I set the charge and got the men into cover and blew it. Team 2 (LT Graham’s squad) rushed in and did an exceptional job of clearing the immediate area. My team came in after and relieved them as they broke down into 2 fire teams and cleared the rest of what looked like a maintenance area, we cleared the area in about 20 minutes with zero contacts but as we approached the barred metal doors it became apparent that we had attracted a large group of infected.

                There was only one door to take and it led straight through what could have been the entire force of the undead we had come here to eliminate for all I knew. Just then Black’s voice rang in my ear, “sir, this is Black, I have eyes on at least 6 survivors in the construction area approximately 300 meters from your current position. They have a group of around 100 tangos trying to breach their barricade, they are unarmed, over” our marksmen said in a frustrated voice of a man that wished he could do more. “Roger that Black, you are cleared to engage all targets, buy us some time” I said knowing that he only had 60 rounds for his M-14. I couldn’t hear the report of his silenced rifle but I knew as soon as I gave a green light he had started engaging. That was just how Black was.

                We prepared to enter into the belly of the beast and hopefully get to the survivors in time.


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The two pounds of C4 placed on the door obliterated the undead beating on the entrance into the main floor of Hartsfield International. I estimated about 15 were taken out by that terrible blast; The five claymores that had been set up by Team 2 were placed about 20 meters from the door and about 20 meters from our position at the door that we had initially breached. We were set up in one long line of firepower that should have stopped the bulk of the undead steadily encroaching on my men.  As soon as the first target entered the maintenance area I took the top of his head off.

                That was the first of about 150 that were in line to try and make a meal out of my Green Berets; the explosions of small arms fire in the horribly cramped hallway instantly deafened us even with our ear plugs in. As the ghouls got closer to our position I had the LT set off the first 2 claymores; thousands of metal ball bearings jetted into the rotting flesh of the infected ripping off arms, legs and heads. The group was decimated and yet more just crawled over their crippled allies as we continued to fire into them going for head shots.

                The LT set off another claymore about 2 minutes later and still they advanced. Top was reloading his M-240 B, the barrel was already becoming smoking hot. I was on mag number 4 and I could assume that the other men were equally as bad on ammo. I had about 90 rounds left and it was down to my sidearm. When Top’s fire started being missed Rogers’ SAW opened up just like it was supposed to when a machine gun went down. Top finished his reload and the rhythmic bursts of the SAW, and then the 240 continued on like clockwork. MSG’s shotgun was ripping through targets but at this distance the 00 buck just wasn’t accurate enough to get a head shot. I tapped his shoulder and drew a knife hand across my neck signaling him to cease fire until they got closer, God forbid.

                The last two claymores went off as the undead horde finally started to taper and thin and finally cleared enough for us to move out. Through the door Team 2 cleared left towards the main entrance of the airport and my team cleared right towards the survivors. I ordered LT and his squad to clear the 150 meters or so of structure then return and secure our breach point and await our return, hopefully with survivors in tow.

                In front of us were another 300 meters of ground to cover and probably 150 more monsters to deal with apart from the 100 zombies smashing themselves against the survivors’ barricade. We had just formed a line and started engaging targets when Black buzzed in my ear; “sir, it’s Black, I’m out of ammo for primary, I went 60 for 60 but they’re almost through and you’re not gonna make it” my marksmen hissed into my earpiece. “We’ll pick up the pace Black, don’t worry we—“ was all I managed to get out before he interrupted. “All respect sir but bull shit! I’ve got 4 mags for my pistol and I’m going to secure those survivors, you need move your ass sir” Black sounded calm as he finished his transmission, I looked out the plate glass and saw him move from the tower, it would take him probably five minutes to get to the construction zone, it would take us twenty.

                “Top we gotta get moving, Black is en route to those survivors with only a sidearm and 60 rounds” I screamed at Top with a little more than frustration in my voice. Top formed the line up and started a slow march in the direction of our objective. We cleared everything in our path and we were doing a fine job of it when I ran out of ammo for my rifle. I was down to my USP 45 and 3 mags plus the one in my weapon; 40 rounds of .45 ACP were all that stood between me and a fist fight with the undead. It had been ten minutes already and the men were running dry. Rodriguez called out empty and started popping 40 mm grenades into the infected ahead of us, Marks had 2 mags left for his UMP 45 and Doc was on his last mag for his P90. Top had already slung his 240 and pulled his 1911, he only had 3 mags for it; 24 rounds.

                Just then the LT came over the net; “sir, we are clear at our end and back at the breach point, over” he told me. “LT, what’s your ammo status, over?” I posed to him quickly. “Amber, sir” he answered.  “Better than us LT, get your ass up here and relieve my squad ASAP” I ordered the young officer and slung my rifle. “Top I’m going up there to help Black, you stay here until Team 2 relieves you then you and the squad secure our exit point” I told the towering man in front of me. He tried to say something but I was already running through the remaining 30 or so tangos. I dared not take a shot knowing that my men were attracting their attention away from me.

                I covered what would have taken our squad another 10 minutes to cover in about 45 seconds by myself and made it to the barricade in time to see Black executing the last 3 of the walking corpses with perfect headshots. I was impressed when he looked at me and said “40 for 40, sir” and shot me a smart ass Boy Scout salute. We called out for any survivors to announce themselves 3 times before someone answered; it was an old man in a TSA uniform with a name tag that read ‘Gary’. “Thank God SWAT’s finally here, it took you guys long enough!” he screamed at us looking at our Atlanta PD uniform disguises. We went along with it; “it was a unique situation, sir. We’re here now, get the others together and let’s go, now” I told the old man.

                “Well officers, a couple of them are injured and they just collapsed, do you guys have stretchers?” he asked not knowing what this meant for them. I nodded at Black and we followed him to the place they had been stuck since this happened; sure enough there were 2 men lying unconscious on the floor. One of the men had a woman crying at his side, a wife probably. “Ma’am move away right now! All of you back away!” I ordered the civilians. “Black, secure the barricade, make sure we don’t get snuck up on” I told the sniper. The woman wouldn’t budge so I told Gary to make her move or I would have to shoot her. He started to say something but thought better of it and grabbed the woman against her will.

                As soon as they were clear I told them to go to Black and wait there and after they left I walked over to the two unconscious, infected men. I leveled my pistol at the first man’s forehead and pulled the trigger; saving him from the curse. The gunshot snapped the other man to consciousness and he darted to his feet and against the wall. “Oh thank Go—“was all he could blurt out before I saw the bite wound on his arm and the black veins that webbed around it then pulled the trigger.  His head snapped back and he crumpled against the wall dead.

                Black and I escorted the survivors through the now safe airport and to the waiting vans. We were driven back to Fort Benning and they were taken by DHS for ‘debriefing’.  Every day brought me closer to insanity and this country closer to open infection, the clock was counting down on us.


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Beginning of the End

We landed at the private airstrip at HQ just outside Wichita, Kansas at around 0200 and immediately got a complete physical. “That dude’s fingers were like fuckin’ sausages, man!” Rodriguez said after we got back to the tent. “No kidding, bro. Why do they even need to check our asses? Think we let the infected finger us or something?” Rogers added to the joke. “All I know is nobody else got that in our exam…right LT?” Top posed to Graham; “I sure as Hell didn’t get it, you sir?” Graham asked me. “Not that I can remember LT, I might have blocked it out though” I told him and we all shared a genuine laugh for the first time since our reassignment. Maybe we were finally adapting to the messed up situation we were in.

                We debriefed with the civilian in charge and learned that most of the ‘fires’ burning had been extinguished and that they were just waiting for the last 4 teams to call in the green on their mission’s. It felt good to know that we were finally making a difference and doing what we were trained to do; protect Americans. The ‘commander’ said that as of now all inbound air traffic had been suspended but there was no way to stop all incoming personnel over our land borders from Mexico and S. America. There were even people coming over the old fashioned way by stowing away on boats. The main threat was under control but so many other ways were present to bring us into open infection.

                I sent the team to shower, clean their gear and get some much-needed sleep; I stuck around the HQ and made sure that all missions were complete and all personnel were on their way back to base before taking a shower and getting some shut eye. The next morning we got up at 0900 and got some chow, hot chow for the first time in a week or so; we had been out on mission almost constantly since this started and a real night’s sleep and some hot chow boosted our morale significantly. The two squads were getting friendly and Doc and the MSG were becoming fast friends; they were the oldest members of the team at 40 and 37 respectively, about 15 years older than most of us other guys.

                With our downtime and still reeling from the ammo issue that had almost crippled us at the Hartsfield International Airport I had the guys grab a sidearm each, standard Beretta M9 variety, and 3 more mags each per primary weapon. Top and Rogers didn’t need the extra ammo so they got lucky on that front but Rogers lamented the extra weight of the pistol and mags, Top was calling him a ‘pussy’ as I walked by. It was all in good fun.

                The rest of the day went by quickly; we listened to the radio, surfed the net, called family and worked out a little bit before having a squad on squad basketball game. LT’s squad won and the losers had to do 100 push-ups, good Army fun. That night we slept until the next morning at sunrise when an alert sounded that woke us all up. The loudspeaker screamed out its message that all teams were to assemble for an important message. We got dressed and made our way to the assembly area where we waited around for about 20 minutes before an actual military officer, a 2-star General no less, walked onto the stage and we snapped to attention.

                “Stand at ease, men” the gruff old war bird barked out and we did. “My name is Major General Howard and I have been placed in command of this outfit by the President himself. As of 0600 this morning the DHS is no longer in command and all orders will come from me or my team”. A communal gasp of relief went through the crowd, about fucking time I thought as the General continued his impromptu speech.

“The rest of our Armed Forces are still trying to get ready and there are reports that the infected are washing up on beaches and causing small outbreaks that, until now, have been easily dealt with by local law enforcement and National Guard/Reserve Units with little publicity. I say until now because the volume of these infected have increased 10 fold overnight and we are now in open battle with this infection; the public is about to be informed. Await further orders men, you’ll be needed more than ever while we mobilize the Armed Forces” the General finished and we went to attention as he walked from the stage; this was the beginning of the Great Panic that would be the longest year of our lives.


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Damn, what a way to see America go.  Keep it up, good work.


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That was great, thanks for the update! 
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