"This is alpha squadron, we have been pinned down in North County High School, somewhere on the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia. Does anyone read us?" Crackled a voice, from a location seeming to be under an overturned desk, having spread its contents all over the floor. as the voice rang out, a moaning sound could be heard, coming from the corner.

"BANG" Went the door, as a leather boot, studded with silver spikes, crashed through the newly formed hole, it slowly recoiled, as would a snake, having been hit on the head. In place of the boot, a foot long stick of wood entered, it's edge sharpened to a fine point, and slashed upwards, cutting through the rest of the door. The moaning sound coming from the corner began to increase, as the person on the other side of the door worked his way in, eventually, in a shower of splinters, the door came down.

"Shit." Said a voice, as a man, probably the source of the voice walked in, he wore leather boots, addorned with silver spikes where the seams were. He wore a pair of jeans and a black leather jacket, as well as a balaclava, covering his face and making him look like a robber, coming in to take whatever he wanted, and make off in style.

"I repeat, this is alphsquadron, does anyone read us?" Crackled the voice a second time over the electronic speaker, seeming to be hidden beneath the overturned desk. The man walked over to where the moaning was coing from, to see a truly horrifying sight.

In the corner, was a man wearing a sherriff's shirt, nextto him was a pistol lying in a pool of blood, and some other stuff I don't fell like I need to explain, but the really scary thing was theman. He had a sherriff's hat on it, which bore a badge of two crossed swords on a blue backdrop. his face was a bloated gray color, with red eyes that looked like he had never slept a day in his life. His torso was normal until you got to his waist, he was missing legs, instead, a trail of organs and blood followed him like wires from a half-finished machine.

Regarding the monstrosity in he corner only as a minor threat, on account of the fact that it couldn't move. he walked over to the desk, pulling it upright with an ammount of strength that you would never think he was capable of, he reached for the sourcre of the voice, a microphone, that looked almost like a news microphone.

"Attention, who am I currently speaking to?" Asked the man, into the microphone, as would s ecretary, to inform some higher entity of a meeting.

"This Is Captain Julius Taratatio (Taratashio), U.S. Marines, to whom am I currently speaking?" Resdponded the voice from the intercom device.

"This is Mikeal Rand, I, uh... don't really have a rank, but I do have military experience." The mystery man responded through the intercom, the metal buttons of his jacket clinking together like a pirates jewelry.

"We are pinned down in North County High School, please send support, over and out." The voice responded, leaving the man with a sense of hopelessness. He grabbed a shotgun from a wall rack, and began to stach the shalls in his hand, before opening the chmber, and loading it, he pumped it, and walked through the kicked open door, ready for whatever horrors awaited outside.

*END TRABSMISSION*