Left 4 The Home Front
Chapter 1.1:
Victory at the Golden Gate
'Holy Fuck! We did it!' I heard someone yell as I looked over Corporal Thompson. "Sir?" He nodded. I grabbed my radio. "Air base Phoenix, Air base Phoenix, this is fire team Charlie." I said sitting down. The assault only took fifteen minutes but it felt like hours. 'Go ahead Charlie.' "Golden Gate is ours. I repeat Nork AAs are down. We have power of the skies." I sat my radio down and laid my head back against the red painted steel. 'Copy Fire Team Charlie, USAF Warthogs on station. Five mikes out. Take back San Francisco. Phoenix out.' Almost instantly a squadron of the massive war planes roared over head to start their gun runs on the Nork positions within the city.
I watched Corporal Thompson climb up on an ammo crate, "Men! Women! Soldiers of the USA! Today we take back the West coast! Tomorrow the plains! Then the East coast! Choppers will touch down in ten mikes, take that time to grab whatever ammo and supplies you can find, we're dropping into Downtown San Francisco. Those of you with urban combat experience will lead the charge. Let's get these chink eyed fucks!" The Platoon erupted in a combination of 'Fuck Yea!' 'Hoo-rah!' and 'Hoo-ah!'s. Checking my ammo and gear I was satisfied I was set so I ate an MRE while I waited for the Black Hawks instead.
Chapter 1.2:
Hell in San Francisco
As we reached the edge of San Francisco we started seeing fires and explosions everywhere. "Probably just aftermath from the bombing runs." The Corporal muttered, but he could see what we could all see. San Francisco was turning into hell on earth, but we couldn't see why. Suddenly the chopper swerved to the left. 'Norks firing on us from the rooftop!' The pilot yelled. I looked out, it was a distress flare? 'Light em up!' The Corporal yelled. "Wait! That was a distress flare!" I yelled. "Johnson, if we approach they could fire on us and bring this chopper down." He looked at me. "I know, sir. My gut is telling me they won't though. And it's never been wrong before." He shook his head before ordering the pilot, "Bring us in, close approach with the door gun out. I'm not taking any chances."
As we started our approach they lowered their rifles. They held up a flag. 'They're rebels!' Our grenadier hollered. We came in fast and held our rifles on them. One of the looked at me, "Friend-lies! My name is Special Agent Burke of the FBI. Or at least was." The Corporal looked at him. "Why are you all dressed in Nork gear?" The guy now known as Burke hung his head. "There are enough monsters in this city right now. We needed an ally to get out of the hot areas, and it looked like they were the only ones that could help." The sadness in his eyes was apparent. "What happened that you'd join with the Norks?" He handed me a pair of binoculars. "Over there." He said somberly pointing. "Corporal you need to see this." I said handing him the binoculars, "Holy fuck." He said lowering them. "There are people down there eating each other but they look dead! There's no way in hell…. They're supposed to be something Hollywood created!" One of the rebels in Nork gear stood up. "That's right, sir. Zombies. They've over run the city, from where or what we don't know. Hell I don't even remember when they first appeared. But the Armed Forces is here now! We're saved." The Corporal looked at him, "Son, this is just the beginning."
