So... this is my first fan fic, there will be a bunch of grammar, punctuation, and spelling errors-you have been warned. Aside from that, leave a review on what you think. Also the first chapter or two will just be the background of Rabbit and his world.

Private Rabbit once an army combat medic now was just another person trying to survive the apocalypse. He remembered how on the news only a few years ago was saying that the dead were rising and people that took medicine for their cancer first bled through their eyes, coughed up blood, then died and come back as one of those freak bags.

Within a couple of months, all the major cities had been overrun with the undead and last Rabbit heard, Washington DC had fallen and the president had been mauled by the undead. Now it was just Rabbit and his thoughts. Sometimes at night when it was really quiet he would have flashbacks to when he was stationed at Miami, Florida.

Two Years Earlier

Rabbit along with twenty other people were ordered to hold the line until they could evacuate all the citizens. Rabbit was with his squad which was made up of him and three other people.

Private Miller, age 20. He originally stationed at New York, but was reassigned to Miami after everything went to shit and they were ordered to pull back, leaving those left behind to fend for themselves. Next to Miller was 28 year-old corporal named Max. Max, who was from Texas, was stationed here because he was close by and on vacation with his family or was on vacation. Sitting on a crate was the team's sergeant Roebuck. From what Rabbit could gather, he was forty years old. Roebuck has been deployed five times: three times in Iraq and twice in Afghanistan. This was his latest assignment and most likely his last before retirement.

Then there was Rabbit himself. He barely passed the combat medic boot camp three weeks ago and this was his first assignment. Rabbit was only 17. The minimum age to enlist was normally 18; however, most people that were the age were sick and possibly dying. The Armed Forces took those who were healthy and could pass the boot camp. Everyone was on high alert, and some were saying that this was going to be extremely easy. Rabbit hoped they were right.

Rabbit's radio come on with Roebuck asking, "Rabbit, anything new to report?"

Rabbit who was on watch since three in the morning replied with a slight yawn, "Sir, with all due respect, you have asked me the same question every twenty minutes, and as usual, there is nothing new except an abandoned city… Wait. Hold on a second! I see someone coming my way."

Roebuck asked, "Any idea who it is?"

Rabbit looked through his binoculars and was surprised to see someone from Bravo Company. "Uhh….sir, isn't Bravo Company supposed to be guarding the checkpoint ahead of us?" asked Rabbit with a concerned voice. Before Rabbit could get a response, the man running towards him was right in front of him.

From what Rabbit could see, the man was a captain and he had blood covering his boots and pants. Rabbit, concerned for his safety, pointed his rifle at the man. Rabbit yelled at the blood covered man, "Who are you and why are you covered in blood?"

…..

Rabbit asked, " Did any of that blood get in your mouth or eyes?"

Rabbit asked that because it was part of protocol; if the man said "yes," Rabbit would have to give him a mercy shot in the head.

Finally, the man answered, but it was something Rabbit did not want to hear. The mystery man said, "Checkpoint Charlie has been overrun….We lost..."

Before Rabbit could further question him, the man pulled out his pistol, aimed at his temple and shot himself.

Roebuck came on the radio. "RABBIT, ARE YOU THERE?! We heard a gunshot. What happened?"

Rabbit replied a bit shaken up, "Uhhm..sir, the man that came here...He said 'Checkpoint Charlie' is overrun and shot himself…"

Roebuck asked, "Did you say Checkpoint Charlie was overrun?"

Rabbit replied, "Yes, sir I did say tha- OH FUCK…! SIR, I SEE A MASSIVE HORDE OF UNDEAD COMING MY WAY!"

Roebuck yelled to Rabbit, "SOLDIER, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND DOUBLE TIME IT!"

Rabbit didn't need to be told twice; he ran all the way back to the group as fast as he could. He ran up and saw soldiers carrying crates and wood to make a makeshift barrier and Humvees getting behind the barriers. Soldiers were setting up LMGs, loading grenade launchers, and checking their ammo supplies.

Miller yelled out to Rabbit, "YO, AL! OVER HERE!"

Al was the two first letters in Rabbit's real name. Rabbit could give two fucks what they called him as long it wasn't Ale...People used to torment him with that because of a certain song that shall not be named.

His squad and another squad were making final preparations for the undead. All in all, they had eight rifles, twenty grenades, two Moltovs, a LMG with two mags of a hundred each, and finally their Colts and machetes in case they had to make a final stand.

Roebuck asked, "Rabbit, how many undead did you see?"

Rabbit replied, "About two hundred,but that's just a guess…but the worst part was some of them were running and some seemed to be holding weapons."

Gunshots and explosions could be heard going off in the distance along with the cries and shouts of soldiers yelling orders and getting killed.

Roebuck said to the man around him, "All right men, just hold on for six minutes. I called in air support and a helicopter pick-up; they said their ETA was six minutes at most…Just hold on and do as I say and we'll be just fine."

Max yelled out, " SIR, SPRINTERS COMING OUR WAY!"

Sprinters were weaker forms of undead: easy to kill, but man, can they run. You can kill them easily if you kept calm and shot them in their head.

The eight-man team determined to stay alive started to open fire, but as they saw for every one they killed, it seemed five more replaced that one. Every second seemed like an hour and a minute seemed like an eternity. As all hope was seemed to vanish as the undead were about to break their barrier, they heard the sound of helicopters and planes coming their way.

The planes bombed the undead and a little too close for Rabbit's comfort, but as long as the undead stay dead, he could care less. They team ran for the chopper and some smartass-not naming any names (Max)- yelled, "GET TO THE CHOPPER!"

As soon as the last man boarded the chopper lifted off. The pilot said to the people in the helicopter, "Shit…Seems like Miami is lost…Damn, that's the fourth major city we lost today."

The co-pilot said, "Yeah. First Boston, Chicago, Philadelphia, and now Miami...What's next DC?"

Losing Miami hit all of them hard, especially Rabbit; it was about a couple hundred miles from his hometown. Looking out the window, Rabbit could see chaos happening: buildings on fire, police sirens going off, and if he had to guess, riots as well.

Miller broke the silence asking, "Where to now?"

One of the pilots replied with an uncertain voice, "Last time I checked, any troops in Florida were ordered to go to Jacksonville and await further orders…but that was a couple of hours ago before most of the radios went dead."

Max said, "I'm not going…My family is still in the city; I need to find them."

Rabbit could see that Roebuck was debating whether to let him go to his family or force him to stay. However, shit hit the fan: as it turns out, the co-pilot was infected and turned into one of those undead freak bags. The infected pilot bit and killed the pilot driving. The chopper crashes onto a beach surrounded by infected. Rabbit was barely conscious, but he could hear his comrades being dragged out and their cries for help as they were eaten alive. That was the last thing he heard before passing out.

Rabbit woke up screaming and covered in sweat. "Shit...same nightmare…It's been two years since that happened and yet I'm still having nightmares…Then again I was fresh out of boot camp and that was my first assignment."

Rabbit suppressed the thought, got out of his bed, and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. His clothes, aside from his military uniform, were a hoodie with blue at the front and back grey sides, a grey bandana, brown pants, black backpack, and black kneepads. His weapon of choice was a marksman rifle he found a few months back. It was nothing special: from what he could tell, it was a modified M14. His side arm was a M1911 he found in a pawn shop three days ago. But those were his "usual" clothes

His special clothes consisted of blue work pants, black leather shirt with a black bulletproof vest, a gas mask, leather shoulder pads, metal kneepads and a red scarf. His weapons of choice when he wore these consisted of an AK-47, throwing knifes, a bowie knife, a Desert Eagle, and a MP5 submachine gun. Rabbit got dressed in his usual clothes and went out to scavenge.

And this concludes the first chapter hopefully I have the second chapter uploaded soon, since i typed this on a phone.

have any ideas you think Will fit well in this story PM if you do.

Rabbits out! *moonwalks away*