Hey again everybody. So I am presenting you with my third story since joining FanFiction and I'm excited to bring this to you. I will be continuing my work on The Voices in the Night while writing this so the release dates for each will vary depending on how often/much I write for either and as of right now the ending for both stories is dependent on the manga so these may take a while. The companies and their respective products that are used or mentioned in this story, along with the characters and setting from HOTD, solely belong to them and I claim only the idea and characteristics of my created characters. Now let's get this show on the road.
Company of the Dead
Entry 1
Death's Deployment
April 8, 2011
Viper Strike Inc. Headquarters, Texas, U.S.A
18:15 Local Time
"Quiet down gentlemen, Jackson hit the lights." The authoritative voice demanded as the roomed dimmed and quickly drew silent.
"I'm sure all of you are aware of the current situation occurring over the past six hours across the globe, even here in our United States, a pandemic unknown to human history is unfolding."
"I told you zombies were real Mike!" A confidently young voice announced from the back of the room.
"Shut up Sanchez. Now as I was saying, this pandemic could easily be labeled as the zombie apocalypse but politicians and world leaders are referring to this as The Pandemic." The speaker continued.
"Boy they sure are a clever bunch, huh?" Sanchez piped again earning himself some chuckles across the room.
"Official reports don't say what the cause is, but this disease is HIGHLY contagious and eyewitness reports claim the infection is spread through the transfer of bodily fluids, mainly the oral transfer."
"So basically if you're bitten by an infected, you become infected." Another party member added.
"In Laymen's terms, yes Marcus that's correct. Now here's where we at VSI come into focus." He continued as a map of Japan was projected onto a screen.
"We have been hired by the Japanese government to conduct a separate search and rescue and infection cleansing while the US Army and the Japanese Self-Defense Force try to maintain order in the country." A hand, formed from years of hardship, quickly shot into the air.
"What is it Alcorn?"
"What exactly do you mean by infection cleansing sir?" He curiously questioned
"Kill'em and burn'em." He bluntly replied as he continued the briefing.
"Currently, the Japanese government has shut down all ports, except those currently in use by the Army; so we're going to have to arrange an agreement with the Army for our use of their carrier and landing craft to bring most of you ashore. We have, however, been granted air clearance to drop some of you boys in via HALO jump into the country."
"Alright, I've always wanted to HALO jump!" Sanchez exuberantly stated. Ignoring his second outburst, the speaker continued.
"We will now proceed to assigning duties to the appropriate teams. Those who are search and rescue are as follows: Razgriz, Angle, Graveyard, Eagle, Shock and Trident. The rest of you will establish a base exactly as we would in any other combat area, and will discover productive means of eradicating the infected." Documents containing our specific assignments along with gathered information were distributed as the speaker explained the details of the contents. He explained the copies of eyewitness reports, photographs of the infected, and a scaled down version of the projected map.
Ryan, the operations leader at Viper Strike and the man conducting the current briefing, continued for the next fifteen minutes detailing our operational rules and guidelines for the impending mission. While he did I scanned the documents we'd been given to gain a better understanding of what we'd be doing.
"Search and rescue teams will be deployed first and you will be going in light, so ration your ammunition and supplies until the following day. Your primary mission until the main forces land and establish the base is to find shelter, survivors, collect data on the infected and wait for radio confirmation of the supply drops. In the event that you discover survivors that are in large numbers or in too hot of a zone to extract on foot, you will have the Japanese Self Defense Force prepared to extract via helicopter. You are to mark the LZ with flares or IR strobes if a night extract is requested so be sure to stock up on those. Now if there aren't any questions, S&R teams go gear up your flight leaves in an hour and a half, be there in an hour. Dismissed." As the lights glowed back to their previous luminescence, the S&R teams began forming as they returned to their quarters to begin packing their gear.
As I left the briefing room, I thought about the events that had been unfolding since this morning and how I hadn't seen anything except news footage. Now, within the next fourteen to fifteen hours I was going to witness firsthand what had been happening across the world.
"Hey Scotty, hold up a sec!" A voice that I instantly knew who it belonged to called out. Out of the all the members that lived on the Viper Strike Inc. base (my guesstimate is about two to three hundred) there was only one that referred to me by my full first name, and that was…
"Sanchez, what's buddy?"
"Hey, some pretty crazy stuff has been going down huh?" He asked as he joined my pace and walked along side me.
"Yeah no kidding. Who'd've thought the whole zombie thing could ever really happen."
"I know right? You know I knew quite a few kids in my hometown that said they would love for this kind of thing to happen, but I don't think they ever really knew what they were really saying, you know? I think they played too many games that depicted these kinda things as something to simply shrug your shoulders at and move on. I really do hope they're all right." He stated with the most serious tone and look on his face I'd ever seen, which completely bewildered me as Sanchez was hardly ever serious.
"Ok, who are you and what've you done with Sanchez?" I teased while faking a confused look.
"Oh ha ha, Scotty. So you and your boys are part of S&R huh? He replied with a chuckle that was both fake and honest for him.
"Yep, like Ryan said, we're heading out in an hour and a half. You're part of the set up crew right?"
"Yep, a trained killer being assigned to build fences, set up tables and make beds sounds more like I'm a butler or a janitor instead of a former Marine." He scoffed while explaining his assignment.
"Well Ronald, be sure my bed is cool and I have a nice cup of coffee waiting for when I arrive at the mansion." I playfully remarked while lightly shoving him.
"Yes Master and I'll be sure to put a few scorpions in your bed and worms in your coffee as well." He retorted as he attempted to return my shove but instead left himself open as I dodged it and placed him in a headlock before proceeding to give him a well-placed noogie. After he admitted defeat, I released him and we parted ways as I continued to my quarters and he to the mess hall.
"Well there's our man, we were just discussing whether or not you'd get here before liftoff." A voice jested as I entered the room.
"C'mon Tyler, if I wasn't here who'd remind you to pack fresh underwear?" I retorted as I began packing my own gear.
"Well you don't have to remind all of us, just Dustin." Another voice snickered.
"Come on man, just because I forgot them one time doesn't mean I always forget!"
"Yeah Mark, we can't let you forget the time you left your rifle in the bathroom during the Brasilia job." Tyler quickly jabbed and after laughing and joking for a bit we finished gathering what we needed from our room then headed to the armory.
After signing in with both a signature book and an ID swipe, we began the choosing our weapons. Tyler bee lined to the submachine guns and instantly acquired his favorite Kriss Super V, fully equipped with folding stock, EO Tech holographic sight and tactical flashlight/laser combination housed above the barrel. Moving on to his second favorite weapon type, he quickly made his decision. The UTS-15 twelve gauge shotgun was certainly one of the newest and more interesting shotguns in the armory but it was also one of the most reliable and compact pump-actions we had stocked. His final choice was the Colt M1911 .45 ACP pistol, it didn't hold the most number of rounds out of our stock, but it certainly was one of the stronger pistols we owned. After selecting the appropriate suppressors, he turned his selection over to the maintenance crew for fine tuning then browsed the remaining firearms in the armory.
While Mark and Dustin were collaborating on their selections, I was elaborating on my own options. My typical weapon of choice is the SCAR-H, but for this operation the standard 7.62 round would be a little more punch than what I was going to need and I wasn't a big fan of its 5.56 brother, the SCAR-L. Searching the rest of the rack I came across the Bushmaster ACWR and with the multiplatform capabilities, a lightweight build coupled with a sturdy build I decided my match was found. Continuing to browse the racks of weapons I couldn't find any others that appealed to me, so I followed Tyler's lead and acquired a Colt M1911 then submitted my selections as well as selecting the two appropriate suppressors for my selection.
As my weapons were being tuned I reviewed the dossier I received and began reviewing the contents and strategizing possible routes. Our designated search zone was the entirety of Tokonsou City and small portions of the surrounding areas, but our landing zone was somewhere near a school and a major river that lay west of the school, a large mall, police station, a residential district that resided on the opposite bank of the school as well as other possible landmarks.
"Is that what Ryan distributed at the meeting?" Mark asked as he submitted his weapons to the crew.
"Yeah, didn't you get one?"
"I did, but I didn't look at it after he went over the basics of its contents." He replied as he began skimming the documents.
"Well it seems to me, from what I can tell from all of this information, that people are infected at different rates depending on multiple variables but they mainly seem to be the size and number of bites and the person's own immune system strength." I informed while scrutinizing witness reports.
"Makes sense to me. If this thing is a virus spread through bites, I would think it would have to fight a potential host's immune system before being able to control its body albeit it doesn't seem to typically take long." He grimly responded as he read some witness reports and viewed a few of the pictures of the infected.
"Hey Tyler, your gear is ready!" A voice suddenly announced and looking up from my papers I saw the voice belonged to the gear maintenance crew chief, Jack Nelson.
"Hey, Scott, Mark, so ya'll are getting ready for the big mission huh?" He asked as we greeted each other.
"Yeah, just reviewing the Intel that Ryan passed out and making sure these blockheads don't lose track of time."
"Ah, I see. So you guys seem to have a pretty big area to zone by yourselves is this gear going to cut it?"
"Yeah, it shouldn't be all that difficult seeing as how we'll have supply drops at regular intervals along with the base that'll be set up." I explained while showing him the specific locations on the map and as we continued talking, each of our weapon selections were tuned and modified for the mission.
"Well, you guys stay safe and don't forget this any of you; at any moment something could go wrong and you won't have all this support, so be prepared to survive. Cuz who knows what could happen in this situation." He sternly and grimly stated as we parted from the armory and made our way back to our barracks to finish gearing up.
With ten minutes left before our departure, we conducted our ceremonial final look of our room just in case one, or all, of us didn't come back. The few posters that hung on the walls, the calendars with family pictures next to them and important dates marked on them nailed on the wall beside our beds, and the feeling of home we had made on this base and as we each left the room we tapped the picture drawn for us by a child we encountered on one of our assignments.
A few minutes later we stood on the TARMAC checking our gear one last time before we loaded onto the C-130. As the cargo bay door closed I watched the light slowly fade until the last sliver was abruptly cut as the door sealed our fate and as the four engines roared to life, all of our worry, anxiety and anxiousness was drowned along with the sound from outside the plane. The sudden lurch of the plane leaving the ground and beginning its ascent left a single thought within all of our minds.
Here we go.
As you could see, I'm trying a new writing style that I think will make reading dialogue easier and hopefully eliminate walls of text from being produced. I haven't had much writing time as I have moved recently as well as starting working full time, but I'm going to make it a point to write every night so I can post chapters for my stories at more regular intervals.
In relation to character bios, weapon info and other information that I've gathered, I'm either going to explain them in the story or have separate chapters giving detail into them.
I've started the next chapter for The Voices in the Night, so if you haven't had the chance to read that I suggest you do and I'll post that chapter as soon as I'm done with it.
Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time.