Truculence
Prologue
"Shoot me! Shoot me! Do it!" the words rang through the hallways. The screaming, snarling, and shrieking rang loud. His eyes locked with the man's who was yelling this up the stairs to him as monsters tore at his flesh. A moment's hesitation a realization the tension on his finger the quick decision the finger pulled back. The bullet left the chamber, as did the man's life at the bottom of the stairs. The foul festers realized within seconds their heads snapping up red eyes gleaming blood covering their mouths and fingers. Proof of the crime they had committed against humanity. Then they charged up the stairs letting out those inhuman shrieks as they sprinted towards there would be victim. He fired into them with his M-4 assault riffle, they fell, some of them fell. A click came as the clip was emptied on the horde.
"Shit." Said the man turning and running down the hallway pictures on the walls flashing past him. Smiling faces frozen in time staring out into the terror the world that this world had become. He reached the end of the hallway taking a glimpse at the pursuers that where hot on his tail coming to end his existence. He ran into a room to his left slamming the door shut pulling a bored into place across the doors frame. It had been the plan to have more than just him in this room. But they all had learned long ago that plans never worked out now a days. They always… always fell apart costing people their lives or wished that is what they lost. They reached the door and the slamming began the shrieks and snarls penetrated the door. He knew these noises would be followed soon by more physical terrors. The door rattled on its hinges he backed away from it surprisingly clam. It wasn't like this was a new situation.
In fact the last four weeks, twenty-eight days, six hundred and seventy two hours had been along the same lines of this very instance. He sat down on a bed in the corner and thought. Why had this all happened? It had all been all just normal and then they where all thrown into this shit hole. It had cost them all their friends, their lives, everything. He had just lost his last friend at the base of the stairs keeping a long time ago promise. He looked up when he heard the door cracking. Usually the doors would have given away by now and the infected would of already would of swarmed in and taken their prize. But they had seen this happen enough time to know to choose a room with a very sturdy hard woof door. He got up looking at the crack that was in the door now. A red eye gleamed through it at him an instant later blood sprayed through it teeth clattering as they tried to bite their way at him through the door.
They had prepared this room for their final stand against these basterds. He and what remained of his squad had pulled back to this house to regain their strength and prepare to keep moving. That was the pan, and like all plans this one had backfired too with the same consequences. He grabbed a black remote that lay on a bedside table. He looked down at its square shape with the red cover hiding the metallic switch that would in the end make sure he and his squad won this little battle. They would all go out with a flaming vengeance on these "Ragers" as we had all came to call them. He moved slowly to the window of the room. He looked down from this second floor window watching as the infected ran into the house coming to join in the would be feast. "That's right come and get yah a piece the more the merrier." He said moving his gaze into the countryside that lay past the house that was on the edge of a small town. It was the Georgia countryside he had always loved to just look at. It relaxed him with its green trees blowing in the cool winds. It still relaxed him actually even with the ragers running in it and the half mutilated corpses of the lucky unlucky laying about.
He really should have taken that reassignment to England instead of sticking with his friends and staying in boring old Georgia. Sure he would be in the U.K. right now with a few lovely British ladies, but no he had to be a loyal son of a bitch and stay with his squad. But Georgia had always been his home so he would just have to be ok with that choice it was to late to change it now. He cocked his eyebrow as he heard a crash behind him. He turned to see a whole arm flailing through the door. They where persistent weren't they, they would just keep banging at that door until either it gave way or they died of starvation on the other side.
Private Nicholas Bonds sat leaning against the window in that small house. Thinking back to the beginning of this all. Back to when they where still unaware of the true state of the would be labeled at the time a small issue. It had all started when his Sergeant had walked into his and squad mate's barracks…