NOTE: I reference characters from Left 4 Dead and Left 4 Dead 2. All other characters/ locations are my ideas and may not be used.
All I could hear was static from my radio and I reached up to try and fix it, but met the heavy white plastic and rubber of the Level A1 HAZMAT suit. The static cleared when my partner clicked his radio on, "vehicle is clear and occupants show no signs of infection" as he waved the loaded vehicle onto the bridge while off to the side a woman in a pink shirt was standing in front of a camera about fifty feet behind the barricade reporting the news. Turning around, I headed to the next vehicle in the line, and saw that it was loaded with baggage and possessions. I peered into the driver side window and asked the apprehensive driver to roll it down. Upon which, I asked him for his drivers license which he cautiously handed over. After inspecting it, I scanned it into my wrist computer. It popped up that he was recently treated for flu like symptoms a week before evacuations started.
Motioning over two more agents, I asked him to step out of the vehicle along with everyone else so I could ask them a few questions. He unlocked the door and stepped out, along with his wife and two kids. "Sir, you were treated for flu like symptoms before evacuations started. Have you come into contact with anyone exhibiting symptoms of green flu?" He fidgeted in his pockets "I was at work when one of my co-workers fell ill to the green flu and was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I was in the cubicle next to him and I had to clean his desk and such after he left. Is that a bad thing?" "Sir, we're going to have to escort you and your family to be cleared for evac. We can't take any chances" As I handed his license over to him and motioned everyone to step over to a sealed white tent where medical personnel would examine every occupant of the vehicle thoroughly, noticing his daughter had a smear of blood along her ear and was looking around erratically.
"Move that car to the side so the evacuees can move through" I ordered a green suited man who climbed into the car and pulled it off the crowded roadway next to a green and white CEDA trailer and returned to work. While I was in the process of inspecting the occupants of another vehicle one of the men inside the white tent stumbled out with blood across his white suit and fell to the ground. "Hey!" I yelled "you alright!" He jerked his head up and I could see the plexiglass face cover was broken and his eye had been gouged out. I was about to run up and help him when another occupant from the tent emerged, it was the little girl that belonged to the family, she was grasping in her hand a finger that had been torn off of somebody. Immediately, my brain went into action and I jumped over the car I was inspecting and leaned into the control booth of the bridge, hitting a red button on the side of one panel. Alarms began blaring, warning lights lit up, and the heavy steel gates were slowly locking into place. Then I drew my firearm from it's holster and began moving people away from the tent "MOVE, GET BACK...GET BACK!" I was screaming, the hermetically sealed suit muffling it significantly. The news people oblivious to the fact, I jumped over the barrier "Ma'am, you have to move, you too...turn that camera off; let's go..NOW". Dragging them behind a Humvee as several military personnel began to surround the now growing number of moaning, bleeding victims.
"Ma'am, this is not a good time to continue your news broadcast we need to get you somewhere safe and away from the infected" She scoffed " It's my job and I'm going to make this news story nationwide, no doubt about that." Her cameraman was frantic "Rochelle, we should go, the van is around the corner, let's go!" She nodded and gave a wave to me "see you around stranger" before jumping up and running down the street, dodging through vehicles as I returned to moving people away from the checkpoint. A few people locked themselves in their cars and refused to leave, I tried my best to get them out but had to abandon them when I heard "FALL BACK, IT'S OUT OF CONTROL" from the radio in my suit. Ushering the less stubborn out of their cars or have them back up and escape if they could get their vehicles moved. As I was helping an elderly woman out of her car, one civilian who was being attacked had his car in reverse and backed up into her car almost killing the both of us, fortunately I got her out in the nick of time and onto an armored transport truck loaded with military personnel pulling out.
I watched as she smiled and gave me a wave, watching the heavy door lock into place and pressurized air escape from the vents on top. My heroic stupor shattered when I heard a click from my radio and a "Hrrrrrnnnnnggghhhh"come from it. Obviously one of the former CEDA agents managed to click his radio on, I was about to help a family of six out of their vehicle when I was hit from the side, knocking me into the back of a parked van. When I awoke there was silence, nobody around and no sounds of the infected. Climbing up the side of the van I checked my suit for any tears or rips while regaining my cognition. When I finally had a firm grasp on my movements, I searched around for one of the army vehicles. Finding a Humvee, I searched around inside the cab, then searched around in the trunk. Finding an M-4 Assault rifle and a bullet proof vest, I smiled as I situated it over the heavy plastic and rubber, tightening it down and loaded up as much ammunition as I could carry. Checking to make sure the weapon was loaded and the safety was off, I made my way through the abandoned cars towards the closed checkpoint.
Being jumpy was detrimental to my stealth abilities, as I didn't want to alert any nearby infected to my location, but starting at every sudden movement and sound didn't help. When I finally made my way to the tent, the girl, the CEDA agent that I saw, and a few other bodies were laying on the ground clearly put down by the military before the spread became too great. I couldn't see any other infectees in the area, so they had clearly wandered off into the surrounding area. Cautiously stepping up to the blood coated tent, I peeked inside to a scene of pure carnage. The two nurses who were also in suits were laying in the corner, their suits torn and their insides strewn about, the doctor who was with them was nowhere to be found, but his hand minus three fingers was on the laptop next to the table. The father and mother were dead, their throats ripped out and blood pooling slowly under the tables on which they lay. The little boy was missing, probably torn apart or infected, and I wasn't about to stick around to find out.
Stepping out of the tent, I scanned the surrounding area through the sight of my rifle, checking all the vehicles slowly while making my way from tent to tent, finding a few grenades, a flashlight, and several medkits which I took and added them to my arsenal. My next job was to find out what in the hell I was going to do to get out of there, I knew there were a few evac sites around the city several miles away, and after a few minutes of deciding what to do, the most logical reason was to meet up with other CEDA stations still operational.
Clicking on my radio, I spoke into the microphone "Calling all CEDA stations, this is Agent #55293 requesting information related to outbreak and further orders, over" I waited a minute and repeated the message, receiving only static in response. Winding my way back to the Humvee, I opened the door and got in, scanning my surroundings once more before turning on the engine, it roared to life before winding down to a soft purr, looking around to make sure nothing had noticed me and was on my tail, I turned the vehicle around and began my way into the city toward Evac Station Bravo.
Turning onto the abandoned highway I gunned it up to eighty, running down a few infected highway patrol officers along the way. It wasn't until the truck ran out of gas several hours later that I had to worry about the now gathering crowd of infected individuals slowly coming out of the proverbial woodwork. Grabbing my supplies and my weaponry, I began the meticulous job of running in, around, and over crashed and abandoned cars. Keeping pace so that I could keep ahead of the shambling dead corpses that were moaning their way after me. Fortunately for me, the Humvee ran out of gas right on the outskirts of Bainbridge, Wisconsin. Evac Station Bravo was in the middle of the next town over, located at a little private airport where the army was grouping up to take them to a safe zone in Louisiana.
Stepping onto the hood of a Chevy that had met the wrong end of a tractor trailer, I looked down just in time to see a man with half his face chopped off try to bite through the heavy rubber of my combat boots. Kicking it in the face, I strained to reach the top rung of the tanker trucks trailer. Looking back quickly to assess the time I had before I became zombie chow, I decided to try once more, hooking my fingers around the rung, I desperately clung and using my very low upper body strength; tried to pull myself up onto the top. Tossing my weapon onto the walkway, I kicked my legs in a futile attempt at leverage when my foot caught one of the infected in the head, pushing me up and allowing one of my boots to contact a rung. Swinging myself up, I looked at the little mass of bodies clawing at the metal. Moaning and gnashing their teeth at me, waving at them and chuckling; I bid my farewell and quickly skirted the top of the tanker truck.
My next problem lay ahead. In front of the truck were several car crashes, the vehicles involved were on fire. Climbing down behind the cab I peeked out and scanned the highway, there were a few zombies milling about and one large one I had been briefed about. They called it a boomer, when disturbed it exploded in a mass of guts and bile that was extremely corrosive and blinded anyone that came in contact with it. The skin of this big fella was covered in boils, oozing pus and blood as it waddled around, moaning and attempting to find a destination as it bumped into an infected couple, knocking them over. Another one struck a fist into the fat flabby body of this "boomer" and the sudden reaction making it explode, it's head popping off and shooting over the freeway like a cork from a champagne bottle and it's guts spraying the corrosive fluid everywhere within a five meter radius.