11:10 - 3/11/14
For those that don't realize this, I got my inspiration for this from Crysis 3 (it's a videk game). Many of the OC's I'm implementing are from the Crysis franchise and so is the squad name Raptor. Its sort of a crossover, but not really because none of the characters are the same just the names (which most are slightky changed) and something else I added in that won't be touched on for awhile.
Disclaimer (s): Walking Dead does not belong to me.
Minor Detail: My OC isn't 'curvy' like Megan Fox or anything. She is a little chunky and her hips show it along with her bust. She's more muscular than chunky.
Atlanta, Georgia.
Lying in ruins sits a flaming building and a tank.
It's scorched and spotted with blood, bodies lying scattered around its hull. Beside the hatch lies a Ham Radio, placed for better service, and then the hatch opens. A curved figure wiggles their way out of the hatch, face covered in a bandana and shaded goggles. Blonde hair peaks out from under the wrap on their head. A gloved hand comes up and tugs the bandana from their mouth and they suck in a breath, pink lips chapped from lack of care. They sting and itch, but it's nothing.
Major Lauren Barnes has been trained to handle worse, much worse.
She reaches down and picks up the mic, pressing the button on the right side and she gets a small screech before silence. "Romeo 1 calling into Romeo Actual..." she waited, but when no sound is heard she sighs. "Major Lauren Barnes calling into Romeo Actual," she still didn't get a response, so she sighed again and curled her right leg towards the sky, propping her right arm on it while she cradled the mic in her left hand. "I know no one can hear me...knowing my luck I'm the only one left in the United States...but standard protocol is something I follow and I am calling in to report that I am the only surviving member of Raptor Team."
Her eyes flicker behind the goggles, looking for the dead, but finding only a plastic bag fluttering across the lawn of the CDC. It had been burning for months now, she remembered the day the building erupted into an inferno. She had tried to flag down the people escaping but she had no such luck. She hadn't been alone then so it hadn't really mattered, but now she was alone and it was scary. But Lauren was a soldier, she could do this.
"Psycho - Sergeant Michelle Sykes - was in the lavatory just off site of our station when she dissapeared a week ago. I have not found a body so I am assuming the second worse, she has been abducted. Aztec - Harold Corte - was killed by undead approximately Three weeks ago. If his family is there, if anyone is there, please let them know he did not die in vain. Jester - Medic Martia Hawker - died of infection ten days after the destruction of the CDC She has no family to report to. Nomad - Lieutenant Jamie Dunn - went AWOL three months after the contagion spread."
She looked down over the edge of the tank, towards the cannon, and sighed, letting her finger off of the button to the mic and she pressed the back of her hand against her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and took in a deep breath, trying to fight the headache coming to her. After a few minutes she took in a calming breath and pressed the button again, opening her eyes.
"The scientists that were deployed with us are long gone. I will keep the tech safe for as long as I can or until I find someone that knows what they're doing. I guess I'm wearing it...I have to leave or I'll die in vain. So this will be the last transmission from Major Lauren Barnes..."
The hallways echo back the voice, papers fluttering around a breeze coming in through a window just below the ceiling. Its dark, the generators have gone out.
"It's a shame that this is how I say goodbye to the people I practically grew up with..."
The cafeteria is empty, rotting food left in strays, smeared on the floor with boot prints left in a haste. A lab coat drenched in dry blood hangs over the back of a chair, swaying slightly.
"I'll keep my promise and make sure the tech finds a safe haven. No one worry about that..."
A tray falls as a dead lab worker shuffles towards the voice, thinking only about the hunger it cannot satiate.
"What am I saying, there's no one left on the base. I'm alone out here..."
The dead man reaches out and hits the radio settled in the corner, knocking it to the ground and then it turns, body pressing firmly against the wall as it keeps walking.
"Just thought I should let someone know, if there was anyone left..."
The radio sputters, the lights going out in the dial and then the radio hisses again.
"Raptor Team was going to be it, but now we're gon. And I'm leaving for a place called Terminus..."
The mic clicks and the dead man slumps to the ground in front of it, blood coming up behind the teeth as a bullet rolls away.
"I don't know what it is, but I've seen enough fresh signs around the city to know its safe. Just gotta follow the railrlad tracks north. If anyone hears this, meet me there..."
The figure crouches down beside the radio, using a finger to move around the mic.
"I don't know if I'll make it, but here's to hoping..."
R&R please.