A/N: Hello, everyone. Again. I have again another story up when I haven't even finished my other three, but I had so much inspiration for this. The original creator of this story is an author called Bigfoot02, but I turned it into this story before he created his account. I still have his full permission to write this story, and he's helping me out since he knows this world far better than I do. I have never watched The Walking Dead, but this is located in Canada in the far future. So please, just don't pay any mind to the differences between this story and the show, and enjoy the first chapter of this new zombie apocalypse story, which is very far out of my usual comfort zone of fantasy videogames and anime.
Welcome To The Base
-In the very far future-
Listen closely, one and all. I am about to tell you a legend even greater than that of Zeus destroying the Titans. A story of a mere mortal. A mere mortal who did things that no other has done. If not for him, we would not be here right now. Why don't they tell you this in history class these days? Because it is a dreadful story, filled with insanity and gore. But one must hear it in order to truly be grateful to this mighty hero. So listen closely...
Long ago, as we should all know, the dreaded Zombie Apocalypse took place. Though "apocalypse" means the end of the world, for some in a secluded area of British Columbia, Canada, it was just the beginning of a new world. A new world where no one was safe until they completed their mission to purge the world of the undead. Well, that's what the Church says anyways. Really, they just wanted to be able to lead normal lives again. All of them who lived in that secluded area.
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-In the far future-
Two kids- Well, teenagers, one boy and one girl, walked through the woods together. They kept two sets of eyes on the surrounding areas, and all ears open for any noise. Not unarmed, of course. Not out here, and not during these darks days. Had more areas been inhabited by actual living people, they may not have taken to the forests. But the undead inhabited almost every area nearby, and they tended to stay in those areas, so the woods seemed like their best option. It wasn't the walking or the staying alert that was the problem here, though. They hasn't thought to bring anything with them, and they were starting to get hungry. Sure, they could hunt. But there were no animals. And none of the plants looked very safe to eat. Not a sound. The boy, much taller than the girl, turned to walk backwards and keep an eye out behind them. The girl was looking off the the side. Until they both ran into something cold, flat and solid. They turned, and saw a big metal wall towering before them. The girl clung to the boy's arm.
"Brandon, what is this?" She asked. The girl's name was Lyndsey Peck. And despite that she was older than the boy, who's name was Brandon Peck, by a few months, she treated him like an older brother. He understood why though, and accepted it. Though his experience was bad, hers had been worse. Brandon had lived in a simple house, with a simple family. But of course, there were zombies everywhere, and eventually, they infected his parents when he was eight. He had been forced to kill them and ran away. He ended up in an orphanage for kids and teens who's parents had been killed by the Infected. Though having to kill your own parents was bad, it was self-defence. Lyndsey's experience had been FAR worse.
It was a normal day at her house, and the zombies never bothered her family. They barely even came around. But one day, they decided to. They swarmed the house, and her parents hid their daughter in the closet with her father's pressurized pistol in her hands. They had killed all the Infected, and were just coming to get Lyndsey when they were struck down by two survivors. Through the crack in the closet door, the young eight year old girl had been forced to watch her parents be eaten by the zombies, until she became so hysterical she burst from her hiding place and blew both the zombies' heads clean off. Then she ran, ending up in the same orphanage as Brandon.
She had become selectively mute after her experience, but still became quite close to Brandon. Though she didn't speak, he understood everything she ever tried to say with her facial expressions and body language. Eventually, they became so close that Lyndsey began to actually speak to him. But to no one else. They would refuse to leave each others' side since the day the young mute arrived, and eventually she changed her last name to his in order to eradicate the horror of her memory. They began addressing each other as "Brother" and "Sister" though never making references to their age differences. One day several years later the two had been instructed to go out for water. They did so, but when they returned, the entire orphanage had been set ablaze. No one had survived the accident. They found firearms nearby in a locked storage (in which Lyndsey had skillfully picked the lock of) and ran. And now they were here, standing before a giant metal wall. Not a very thick wall, but still, a big wall.
"I don't know. But it doesn't look friendly." Brandon replied.
"Maybe we should look around. See what we can find. Who knows, maybe there are other survivors?"
"Or maybe there's a bunch of Infected." Lyndsey almost hit him. But being the timid girl she was, she didn't.
"Please, Brandon?"
"Fine." And so they followed the wall around for quite some time until they spotted a fence. Hiding behind the wall, Lyndsey looked around through the fence, since she was less likely to be seen, and had a faster reaction time. She saw people in uniforms everywhere, and was relieved that they were actual people and not Infected.
There were mostly people in greenish-brown combats, with different coloured skull patches sewn onto their right shoulders, and rectangles on the left ones. The rectangles came in three colours: bronze, silver, and gold. The skulls came in six colours: green, red, blue, gold, black, and white. The people with the combats wore green, red, and blue skulls, and whatever colour rectangles, but usually only bronze, and a few silvers. The people with the gold skulls wore the same combats, but clearly with bulletproof vests underneath the jackets and shin padding in the pants. There were more silver rectangles on them, and a few gold ones, but less bronze ones. The people with the black skulls wore black police uniforms. The only reason you could see their patches was because of a white outside, and the eyes were white. The people with the white skulls wore full SWAT-like gear.
Unfortunately, she saw a person in the SWAT gear glance at her. She whipped her head back behind the wall and squeezed her eyes shut. Her companion did the same. They heard the fence shake, and someone hitting the ground. Then they heard someone pulling back the hammer on a pistol. Their eyes shut even tighter as they waited to die.
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"What do you think you're doing here?" An older teen's voice asked. The two opened their eyes, and to Lyndsey's surprise, the person before them wasn't the person who saw her. It was a tall boy in combats, with a red skull and a bronze rectangle. She looked to Brandon. And he explained.
"Our home got burned down. We were the only survivors, so we took to the woods hoping to avoid the Infected that live in formerly inhabited areas. Then we came across this wall and traveled around until we found the fence. And now here we are." He told the boy with the gun. He didn't dare lie. The stranger looked over the two runaways. They were by no means out of shape, but they were a compete mess. Their clothes were worn and tattered, and the girl's light brown hair, that went down just past her shoulders, had sticks and other debris in it. They were malnourished and sleep deprived. The boy had a round face, with rather short dark brown hair, and was almost as tall as the boy in combats. The girl had a more angled face, but it was still kinda round, and she was short. 4'4 or 4'5, the guy decided.
"... Come with me." He said after a while. He opened the fence gate and motioned for the two to enter. They did so.
"I know it's pretty high, but I don't think they should have this fence." Lyndsey whispered to Brandon.
"You're right." He replied. They followed the boy who could've killed them into a fairly wide building. He turned down several hallways before finally stopping at a door. He knocked, and they all heard a muffled voice call from inside. This was a very thick door. The boy opened it, and motioned again for the two to enter. A very official looking man in a genuine military uniform sat at a desk.
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"Commander, we found these two outside the wall looking into the base. They claim to be survivors of a fire." Their rather cruel escort reported.
"Is that right? Well, good work Red Skull Large. Now back to your training." This "Commander" person ordered.
"Yes sir." The boy, who's name was Large? left the room.
"What are your names, kids?" The official looking man asked. Naturally, Brandon answered.
"I'm Brandon Peck, and this is my sister Lyndsey."
"So, you're survivors of a fire?"
"Yes. It was the orphanage for kids and teenagers who's parents were killed by the zombies."
"Oh yeah? And where was that?"
"Pretty far away from Dawson Creek."
"And how have you to been walking for?"
"About eighteen hours."
"Eighteen hours?" The Commander almost choked on the words.
"Somewhere around there."
"And what about her? Why hasn't she said anything?" The man pointed at Lyndsey.
"She doesn't talk to anyone but me. Her experience was very traumatizing."
"I see..." The military-sort guy thought for a moment. "You've got nowhere to go?" He asked.
"No."
"Well then you can stay here and train with us. You'll receive your uniforms and Green Skull patches in the morning. Now go into the mess hall and eat something. I'll get someone to take you there. Then you'll be placed into the Green Skull barracks." Something about the way he said "Green Skull" told them it would be spelled with capital letters at the beginning of each word. But nonetheless, the two nodded as the man called in for an escort. Soon, the boy named Large entered the room. And he led them out.
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"So is your name really Large?" Brandon asked.
"That's my last name. My first name is Carson." He answered.
"Oh, that makes more sense now."
"So who are you guys?"
"My name is Brandon Peck. This is Lyndsey Peck."
"I see. So you're siblings?"
"Not by blood. It's just that Lyndsey had a really bad experience before she met me, so she changed her last name."
"Is that why she doesn't talk?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Well, here we are. Go in and eat. Then I'll take you down to the barracks." So they did. They got their food on trays and sat down at a table. They were joined quickly by their escort.
"So you're a Red Skull?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah. That's one rank above Green Skull, which is the beginning rank. Then it goes Blue Skull, Gold Skull, Black Skull, and finally, White Skull." Carson explained.
"You'd figure that Gold Skull would be the top rank, not White Skull."
"Yeah, this place is a little weird. But I thinks it's the White Skulls that actually make it weird."
"Why do you say that?"
"They're all partially insane."
"No way."
"I'm serious. They're crazy. They beat the crap out of each other then walk away laughing as if its nothing."
"Whoa."
"I agree." Meanwhile during this conversation, Lyndsey was looking out the window watching that very thing. Two White Skulls were fighting each other without mercy. There were cheap shots and punches that would normally break bones. But when they finished, they weren't even panting. They just high-fived, laughed as if they were having a great time, and walked away. Lyndsey was in shock.
"Hey, you okay Sis?" Brandon asked, pulling her back into the mess hall. She nodded. "Okay. So we just wear combats and burn zombies, basically?" He went back to his conversation.
"Yup. You're the cleanup. So are we, and the Blue Skulls, but we have a few more actual missions rather than just that." Large explained.
"I see. So you just rank up from Green to Blue by your amount of kills, then after you get a certain amount of kills in Blue, you have to go through certain training for Gold?"
"Yeah. Then you get a certain amount as a Gold, and your eligible for Black Skull training. And once you get enough kills as a Black Skull, you're eligible for White Skull training. Some people never make it past Gold Skull training though, and stay a Blue Skull forever. Not many make it to Black, and almost no one makes it to White. Apparently it's crazy hard training."
"Wow. I don't know if I'll ever make it to even Gold."
"Yeah. But I keep wondering what the fuck they put the White Skulls through during training to make them so out of their fucking minds."
"I guess the only way to find out is to go through it." Brandon looked down at his tray, and noticed he had finished his food. The others had done the same subconsciously. So they took their dishes to the back and put them in the racks. Then they made their way to wherever they were going. "So what are the milestones?" Brandon asked as they asked, with Lyndsey clinging to his left arm.
"Well, to get out of Green Skull and into my rank, you have to kill five hundred Infected. I have to kill eight hundred to get out of Red and into Blue. To be eligible for Gold training, you have to kill 1750 Infected. To be eligible for Black Skull training, you have to exterminate 3000, and to get into White Skull training, you have to have killed 5000. It's crazy, I know, but it's a good way of getting rid of large amounts of Infected." He explained.
"Whoa, no kidding."
"Yeah, well anyways, this is the briefing building. It used to be a church, but we use it as a place to discuss missions. There's a huge bunker underneath that we use as the barracks for the Green, Red, and Blue Skulls." They had stopped in front of what clearly used to be a chapel. He led them inside and into the room where confessions would've been made. Large opened a trapdoor and motioned for them to enter. They climbed down a ladder (which made Lyndsey absolutely paranoid since she hated ladders) and stopped in an unusual metal hallway with six large doors.
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"This place is weird." Brandon commented.
"It's okay after you get used to it. So your barracks are the first doors. The girls' is on the right and the boys' is on the left. Just find an empty bunk." Large headed into the left door on in the middle, and left the two outside on their own.
"Well that guy seemed pretty cool." Lyndsey said.
"Yeah. Well, anyways, I'll see you in the morning, Sis." Brandon hugged her.
"Yeah. Goodnight, Brother." And they went their separate ways. In the boys' barracks, Brandon found an empty bottom bunk and lay down on it. He felt the whole thing shake as the guy above him moved. He saw a head flip down from the top.
"Hey, there. You new around here?" He whispered. It was awfully dark, so Brandon couldn't exactly see what the guy looked like.
"Yeah." He answered.
"Awesome. My name's Tanner. Tanner Willier. Who are you?"
"Brandon Peck."
"Well Brandon Peck, welcome to the base. We have no official name, so... Yeah."
"Cool. How long have you been here?"
"About two weeks. Horde of Infected attacked my complex, and I took to the streets. Some Gold Skulls found me and took me in."
"I see. My sister and I had been walking for about eighteen hours after our orphanage burned down, and we found one of your walls."
"Wow. Well, you'll be needing your sleep if you wanna start training tomorrow. These guys accept no slack. We get up, eat breakfast, and start. So go to bed." Willet laughed, then flipped back up onto his bunk. Brandon settled into his bed, and passed out. During this event, someone tried to make friends with Lyndsey too. But that didn't go so well.
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Lyndsey found a bunk that was empty on the bottom and the top. She got up to the top and prepared to settle in, but got distracted by the girl in the next bunk over.
"Hi there. Newbie, huh? My name is Leah Sorrio. What's yours?" She asked. Lyndsey didn't answer, since she didn't talk to other people. "Umm, hello. Can you hear me?" Lyndsey nodded. "Uh, then answer me." The other girl demanded. Lyndsey was unimpressed. This girl was some kind of prep, she knew. "Wow, okay. Just trying to welcome you, but I guess you're not interested." So the girl went back to sleep. Lyndsey hadn't meant to come off as rude, but she shrugged off the situation and fell asleep.
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"Good morning, Brandon! Dude, wake up, your combats are here!" Willier pushed Brandon to try and wake him up. It worked. He opened his eyes, and looked at the boy he met last night. The lights had been turned on, so he could actually see him. He had a kind of angled face, less than Lyndsey's but more than his own, and darker brown hair than him as well. It was also cut shorter. Tanner was a bit shorter than Brandon, but overall he looked pretty cool.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm up." Brandon pushed his new friend away. At the foot of the bed were the same greenish-brown combats that Large and Tanner wore. He already saw the Green Skull patch sewn on the shoulder. Brandon changed quickly.
"Lookin' good. You rock those combats, dude. Now c'mon, lets go to breakfast. I'm starving." Tanner grabbed Brandon's wrist and dragged him outside the barracks. Meanwhile in the girls' barracks, the situation was a little different.
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"It's morning now, so will you finally talk?" Leah Sorrio asked Lyndsey as they both climbed off the top bunks Now that the lights had been turned on, Lyndsey could see Leah more clearly. She didn't look at all like your regular, high-strung prep. Firstly, she wasn't an Aryan. Her hair was brown and curly, and she had a very angled face. Second, she wore no makeup, but that was really hard to come across these days. Third, she wasn't followed by a bunch of floozies ready to do whatever she said. Once firmly on the ground, Lyndsey shook her head and looked at the other girl with a sad expression. Leah didn't read her face though, just her action. "Why not?" She demanded. Lyndsey looked as if she was about to say something, but didn't. Usually this meant she didn't talk. But Leah was clearly not understanding. "Ugh, fine then. Be that way." She stormed towards the door.
Lyndsey didn't understand. Usually everyone could read her just fine, but this girl could not! She suppose it couldn't be helped. She looked at the combats on the bottom bunk, and instantly noticed a difference between them and the ones Large wore. They looked as if they were actually styled for females. She put them on, and immediately grew suspicious. They fit her PERFECTLY. Almost as if they had been made specifically for her. Had someone come and done her measurements while she was sleeping? She didn't know, but she made her way outside, quickly met by Brandon and a boy she didn't know.
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"Oh, hey Sis." Brandon said. Lyndsey lifted her hand in a simple greeting and smiled.
"So that's your sister? You two don't look that much alike." The mysterious boy said. Lyndsey almost shot him a death glare. Almost.
"We're not related by blood." Brandon explained.
"Ah, loyalty relation. It's stronger than blood relation, that's for sure."
"Yeah. Lyndsey, this is Tanner Willier." Lindsay repeated her earlier greeting.
"Nice to meet you Lyndsey. Not much of a talker, are you?" Willer asked. Lyndsey shook her head. "Well that's fine. It means you're less likely to get in shit around here." He laughed, and was soon joined by the siblings. When they finally stopped, Tanner said, "You know, I hope I get to hear you speak someday. From your laugh, it sounds like you have a very nice voice." Lyndsey blushed a little. She knew he wasn't hitting on her, but it was still a nice compliment. "Now then, shall we head to breakfast?" The siblings nodded, and again climbed the ladder (in which Lyndsey was again driven paranoid). Back at the top, they made their way to the mess hall. And in the mess hall, they again found Large at the exact same table as last night. But he was with another person. A Green Skull, to be exact.
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"Morning, Large." Brandon greeted as he, Lyndsey, and Tanner sat down with them.
"Oh, hey. So you survived through the night. Impressive." Lyndsey cocked an eyebrow at his joke. It wasn't very funny.
"Oh, come on, Lyndsey. Don't look at me that way. It makes me feel dumb." He complained. Lyndsey gave him a wide, innocent smile, as if to say she didn't know what he was talking about. "Anyways, I'd like you to meet Donaven Coates. He's a Green Skull, just like you guys. And I see you've already met Tanner." Carson gestured to the boy next to him. He had a very angled, lightly freckled face, and was quite pale. He had dirty blonde, buzz cut hair, and he looked up with a smile, which surprised Brandon and Lyndsey. He didn't look very friendly without the smile.
"Hey, I'm Donaven. It's good to meet you." He greeted.
"Coates, these are the Peck siblings, Brandon and Lyndsey. They're loyalty related. Lyndsey is mute, so you'll have to read her body language and facial expressions to get anything out of her. But Brandon is quite the talker." Large introduced them.
"Hey." Brandon said. Lyndsey tilted her head a bit to the right and smiled a little.
"So you don't talk at all?" Coates asked Lyndsey.
"She talks to me when no one else is around, but that's it." Brandon answered.
"Huh. I see." The boy leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Hey, Donaven, what are we doing today again?" Tanner asked.
"Umm... I think we have a history lesson, then we head out to the range, and then... The obstacle course maybe?" Coates closed his eyes, deep in thought.
"Well if that's the case, we'd better hurry. I want to get that lesson over with so I can shoot something!" Willier dove into his food.
"What do you have to do today, Carson?" Brandon asked the Red Skull.
"I've got a cleanup today." He replied.
"Is Taniesha going with you?" Donaven looked at the older boy.
"Fisher? Yeah, I think so."
"Who's Fisher?" Brandon looked back and forth between the two boys.
"Taniesha's my girlfriend. She's in Carson's squad. In fact, there she is over there." Coates pointed to a group of Red Skull girls. "She's the blonde one." The Pecks knew who he was talking about. She was a simple girl with an angled face, though not as angled as her boyfriend's. she was a bit pale, but again, not as pale as Coates. Her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair with bits of actual brown in it was tied back in a rough, lazy ponytail.
"I see. She's pretty." Brandon said.
"Yeah. Prettiest thing alive." And once again, without noticing, they'd all finished their food. So they took in the dishes and headed off. Lyndsey, Brandon, Donaven and Tanner went towards another building, while Carson headed towards the exit.
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"Here we are. Green Skull lesson room. This is also where you guys will be placed in a squad. Maybe you'll end up in ours." Tanner nudged Donaven, showing that they were in the same squad. Lyndsey nodded, showing her approval of that idea.
"Hopefully. I don't think I'd be comfortable with strangers." Brandon said.
"Well I know a good way of increasing the chance of you being with us. Sitting at the same table and talking as if we're good friends. Which we are!" Donaven led then to a table near the back of the room. They all sat down and were conversing before the instructor came in.
"Alright, shut up! Dilly-dally time is over!" He yelled. Everyone jumped and looked at him, frozen to the spot. He took attendance. "Sabrina Abric." A girl raised her hand.
"Here."
"Steven Bryant."
"Here."
"Tallia Carrin."
"Present."
"Donaven Coates." Donaven raised his hand.
"Here." The list continued, and Lyndsey became concerned. He never looked up from his attendance sheet.
"Brandon Peck." Brandon raised his hand.
"Here."
"Lyndsey Peck." Lyndsey raised her hand reluctantly. The man didn't look up. "Lyndsey Peck." Lyndsey held her hand up even higher.
"She's here, sir." Brandon answered for her. Willer practically jumped on top of him in hopes to stop him from speaking.
"Is that right?" The instructor looked up, his voice dark and cruel. Lyndsey began to shake nervously. The man pulled out a nightstick from the drawer of the front desk and began walking toward their table. Tanner got off of Brandon and looked at the instructor, eyes as wide as saucers. The teacher walked up to Brandon, who was still in the floor, and grinned cruelly. He raised the nightstick, and Brandon squeezed his eyes shut.
"Hah!" An unfamiliar voice cried. Lyndsey jumped at the instructor and nearly knocked him over. She landed close to the man, but backed up, blocking his path to her brother. Everyone in the class looked in surprise. Her three friends looked in shock. She had never seemed like someone who would ever lash out at anyone, yet here she was, standing between her brother and the instructor in a fighting stance, looking at the man as if to tell him that if he took one step closer, she'd bash in his skull. The teacher smirked.
"You've got spunk, kid. I'll give you that. But why didn't you answer me when I called your name?"
"She's mute, sir." Brandon again answered.
"Oh, I see. Well then, get back into your seats." The teacher went back to the front of the room, while Lyndsey helped her brother up. The teacher continued until he reached the last name on the list. "Tanner Willier."
"Here, sir."
"Good. Now, on with the lesson." He began. They learned that the base had been created five years after the apocalypse started, starting with the old chapel, which had been a church in the wilderness for people who went on pilgrimages. It had been well reinforced, and had the bunker underneath, which was now the barracks. Then they started creating the rest of the base. The buildings had been the first priority. There had been troops all over, shooting every Infected that walked into the camp. Then, when some people had been out searching for resources, they'd found the vehicles the base used at the current time, making it easier to get larger amounts of materials. Once the buildings were done, they created the wall. Once the wall was done, they began organizing the missions and ranking system. And now it was this. It had been an hour already when the lesson finally finished. The siblings had been placed in the same squad as Tanner and Donaven, much to their approval and relief.
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"Now, off you go to the range!" The instructor dismissed the class, and they headed out quickly.
"Man, that took forever. It's like they're trying to beat this info into us." Willer stretched and yawned.
"They are, I'm sure of it." Donaven agreed.
"So when do the Red Skulls get back?" Brandon asked.
"They'll be back just before dinner."
"Oh, cool."
"Yeah, they pack lunches, but are too lazy to stay out until after dinner." Willier said. The group of four laughed as they went to an area that looked exactly like what it was. An outdoor range.
"And here we are. We have the small firearms range and the large firearms range." Donaven announced grandly.
"Where will we be starting?" Brandon asked.
"Wherever you want. There's no instructor for this. Just a supervisor. You hand in your targets to her for her to mark so the officers can record your progress." Tanner replied.
"The supervisor is a girl?"
"Yeah. She's an amazing shot too." Donaven grinned.
"Cool. I think I'll start at the large firearms. How 'bout you, Sis?" Lyndsey shook her head and pointed to the small firearms. "Okay. I'll see you after, then." She nodded and jogged off. Brandon walked over to the large guns and picked a bolt action .22 and his ammunition, then decided to start in the prone position. He began firing at the targets set up in his particular area. They had huge walls up in between each individual range, so no one got hurt when going to get their targets. Meanwhile, at the small firearms range, Lyndsey had picked up a small pressurized pistol like the one her father used to have. She grabbed her ammo and began at the standing. She was joined by Willier shortly after.
"You any good at this?" He asked. Lyndsey nodded. She had already used one of these to blow the heads off two Infected, so she figured she was good enough. Time flew, and before they knew it, they had to go for lunch, meaning that the time on the range for the day was over.
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"That was great. I hope we get to do it again soon." Brandon said as the four day down to eat.
"Well, you might be able to use those guns in action tomorrow." Donaven told him.
"Oh? Why?"
"Because we have a cleanup tomorrow." Tanner answered.
"Everyone, the Red Skulls are back!" Someone basically screamed.
"They're early." Willier commented.
"Something's wrong." Coates was the first one out the door. When they all ran out, they found him yelling at Carson.
"Where's Taniesha?!"
"Where is she?!"
"Coates..." A boy says sadly. He led the lower rank boy to the back of a truck and lifted the tarp. Coates broke down instantly. He jumped into the back of the truck and hugged the girl inside like there was no tomorrow.
"Taniesha no... NO!"
A/N: I think I jumped the gun a little with the death, but this was something me and Bigfoot02 created for a cause. The meaning of this event will be relayed in much, much later chapters. Also, keep in mind that I include many events in each chapter, so things could change dramatically in one chapter, or weeks could go by with one scene transition. Or who knows, maybe even years. This allows me to do more continuous writing without having to stop and create a new document. So I hope you liked it, and the next chapter will be up soon. Please review and for those of you who like Halo (Particularly Halo Reach) go check out Bigfoot02's story Angels of Reach.