The Jeep sped off into the evening. We knew, it is time to get some cure and head on to a safe house, south of our country. But we were travelling north for the cure, or serums. We hurried ourselves as the night slowly falls in. It was about a two hour trip to a secured location, we hope we don't run into any trouble on the way, as we've seen mutated zombies in the city we left. It all looked hideous. And some of it smells, like very gross, disgusting smell. We do not know why but strangely these kind of zombies are much more aware of their situation compared to the others. So we tend to move quietly behind them, usually around them to avoid getting detected.
Finally we reached our destination, strangely the road was clear, the trouble is to find the exact location. We moved silently, one cover front, one cover back, one cover middle, while the girls move in the middle. I signaled them to hold, meaning squatting down and remain silent, but aware. I signaled them to hold position, signalling my hand gestures. They hold the position while I checked the perimeter. I moved closer towards the door. the darkness crept me in. It was enough creepy with the zombies around but the location makes it even worse. I approached the door and suddenly out of nowhere I heard a command, "Who's there?! Friend or foe?"
"FRIEND!" I screamed back, as fast as I could. Because you wouldn't know that if a fraction of a second they would fire on you.
"Company?"
"Squad." I replied.
"Battalion?"
"None." I answered.
"Guild?"
"Yes." I answered.
"Hold your fire. Opening doors, bring your squad in soldier."
"Roger mate, thanks."
I signaled my friends to join me as soon as possible. They quickly rushed to my side. Then the doors opened. I saw military personnel standing guard readying to fire. Once they saw us they went on ease. The door shut quickly.
"Welcome. I'm General Shep, Commanding orders from the
Government. What do you guys need here?"
"Finally some humans." muttered Cindy.
"We're here for the cure, a serum."
"Cure? Serum?" the General replied me puzzled. "What serum?"
"The cure to the T3T6 virus outbreak." I replied.
"Never heard of it here." he replied me.
"We read it, it was a classified file. And by the way, Government has abandoned their post. The place is empty, wrecked with blood stains and bullet holes and shells." I explained to him.
"Get me Corporal Jen." the General said to his assistant.
"Roger, sir." the assistant replied gesturing his hand to salute.
"Quickly." he replied short. "Now. Did it state where the serums were?" he continued.
"No sir, we have to find it."
He took out his walkie-talkie and said, "Attention all off duty soldiers, get your gear and prepare for Operation Search in t-minus five."
Instantly we heard the so called 'base' getting alive and noisy. Soldiers were getting their gears, equipping themselves with rifles and ammunition. In less than five minutes they were ready. The General then made an announcement and asked the soldiers to search for doors which are locked, sealed, on the floor, hidden, anything that may be a potential to store the serums.
"How long were you all here?" I asked the General.
"About two months before the accident." he replied. "We were supposed to guard the ammunition and weapons stored in the floors of this base." he continued after a pause.
"Whoa, in the meantime you guys are defending the serums too." I said. " Didn't they inform you about the serums?"
"Nope." came his reply. "I have three choppers and one Chinook, you guys want to follow us after we get everything here?"
"We need to get to south as we heard there is a safe house there, the entire island is a safe house, or so we heard." I explained to him.
"GOT IT SIR!" came a voice from the walkie-talkie, "Sect C, Room 111."
We rushed to the location and found a door sealed from the outside. There were CCTV cameras monitoring the door.
"Private, blast this door." the General gave his order.
"Roger sir."
"BOOM"
Inside was what the classified file wrote, there were huge crates written T3T6 Cure/Serum (i093;ca022).
"Sir, you called me?" came the Corporal.
"Yes Corporal. Did you intercept any messages from Base?"
"Negative sir."
"Okay son, now get troops here and move this crates to the choppers. We're out of here." the General said to the Corporal, giving him orders.
They loaded the helicopters with as many crates as they could. Then he commanded a squad, known as "The Expendables." The squad was a man of seven, with a Squad leader and an assistant for second in command. They were told to defend the crates until help arrives, within a twelve hour period.
We gathered on a helicopter meant for us, together with two pilots. They were supposed to drop us at the entrance of the safe house all the way at the south of our current location. We hopped into the chopper and that was where we all lift off for south. I was given an M4A1 Carbine with custom Holographic scope, all the guys. The girls were given sub machine guns.
The time it would take to arrive at the safe house was seven hours.
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Err, Cybernetics Research Corporation was a real UK company in the 1970s. Ran a time-sharing service on large Rank Xerox Sigma 7 and Sigma 9 computers. Not related...
ReplyDeleteLol. Whoa. I didn't know that, thanks for the info by the way. Will keep that in mind and probably change the title of the corporation name. :) Hehe. At least people are still reading. :P :D haha :D
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