In a house, Mr. Wedge sits on his bed, watching television. His front door bursted open, and he responded by turning the television off. "Hello?" he called out, "Who's there." He grabbed a small knife from his dresser, and slowly peeked around the door, then creeped forward. "Show yourself." Eventually, an unknown person charged and lunged at him. Wedge struggled with the person back into his room, eventually, losing the upperhand as the person overpowered him. He then proceeded to reach for the phone, but the person turned him over, as he proceeded to scream.
Outside, the grave's began to move. Eventually, hands began portruding, and soon, people began rising from them. Not normal ones.
2300 Hours
New Castle Police Department Headquarters
New Castle County, Delaware
Lance Corporal Ezekiel Luther and Corporal Lance Greenly were chatting with eachother in the recreation area. "I miss going to Chile. Ever since the earthquake, they won't even let us make a single step on it." Ezekiel complained. "Well, we could always fly over it, but the government might shoot us down. Besides, Chile is too cold. Now Bahamas, that lake's a jacuzzi." Lance replied. "Wish people would stop ruining our reputation. Why can't we just pick them off, one by one?" Ezekiel laughed. "With what? Railguns like in Red Faction?" Lieutenant Zhane Gross entered the room.
"Hate to interrupt your little gag, boys, but we need you. We've got some disturbance at a house, and since the cops are on the graveyard shift, you two are up for the job. It's up at Brandywine Creek. We just want you to check it out, then report it back at base." He said. "Sure, speaking of which, we'd better head to the armory." Lance advised, Zhane cleared his throat. "That won't be necessary, you won't be there long. Just take your pistols, and a shotgun just in case." He handed a Beretta 92FS to Ezekiel, and a Glock 17C to Lance, also a Remington 870 Modular Combat Shotgun to Ezekiel, who put it on his back. "Let's take my car." Lance advised. The two commandos head outside, and infront of them was a Sedan, parked. The two get inside of it, and drive off.
On the highway, the sun continued to set, as the skies got darker. "Are we sure about this?" Lance worried. "What?" Ezekiel questioned. "They just want us to check the place out, I mean, shouldn't we be at alert or something?" The farm came into view. "Don't worry," Ezekiel brung up his 92FS, and pulled the slide back. "They call use Atofs for a reason. Anyway, there's our target now." The Sedan pulled up, and the two exited. "This that old timer Wedge's house, isn't it?" Lance questioned.
The house door was open, "Open Sesame." Lance joked. The commandos entered, holding their sidearms. "Place looks normal, don't see what they want us to check out though." Ezekiel said. A noise was heard upstairs. "What was that? Sounded like it came from upstairs." Lance suspected. The commandos proceeded up the stairs, readying themselves for what was to come. Ezekiel raised his weapon upwards, as he slowly approached the open door. He entered first, and found someone slashing Wedge repeatedly. "Hey. Hey you!" Ezekiel called out, the person stopped. "Stop that! Get away from him." He aimed the handgun, as the person slowly stood up. This "person" was no actual person; glowing, shallow white eyes, grey, decaying skin. "What the hell." It charged Ezekiel, as he fired off shots from his Beretta. The first few into their chest, and the last one into the head. The figure slowly dropped to the ground. Lance began taking a closer look, "I-I...can't believe it. It's...it's..."
"A Zombie." Ezekiel finished.
Yes, the two men were standing over and just killed a real live Zombie, as in undead. "Oh shit, it's real. I can't believe it." Lance cried. "We've gotta get out of here." A sound was heard down stairs. "You hear that? More of them." More zombies entered the house, and went upstairs. Three of them emerged, Ezekiel took them out with headshots from his 92FS, Lance assissted. He then used his Remington 870 Modular Combat Shotgun to kill a fourth one, and the two soon exited the house. "Quick, to the-" Ezekiel started, but stopped as he saw the Sedan getting assaulted by two zombies. "My Sedan!" It soon blew up, taking the zombies with it.
After that, a large group of zombies began charging. "Lets take them out. Take this." Ezekiel tossed the Remington 870 to Lance, who in return tossed him his Glock 17C, and he dual-wielded it with his own pistol. The two fired at the oncoming horde, slowing them down as they absorbed their attacks. Ezekiel carefully aimed for their head, taking them out. Some got close to Lance, who drew his KA-BAR Knife to hold them back. They managed to fend this group off. "Incoming!" Lance alerted, as more zombies came from the barn. Ezekiel ran low on ammunition, so he decided to too use his KA-BAR to carefully attack the zombies. A zombie managed to jump on Ezekiel, nearly biting him, but Lance came to his aid, blowing the zombie's head off with his Remington 870.
"Zeke, lets head for the hills." Lance advised. "Fuck that, I'm heading back to base." Ezekiel declined, running back onto the highway. "Point taken, h-hey, wait up!" Lance joined him.