I sit here in this hell on Earth, I hear the screams of terror and agony and yet I can do nothing about it
I sit here in this hell on Earth, I hear the screams of terror and agony and yet I can do nothing about it. I, the Warmaster, am powerless to stop the infestation that plagues the world. The Warmaster brought as low as to be tucked away in this concrete bunker for my own protection. As if I need protection, three years of fighting these hellish creatures for the government and now two years of just, surviving. And never once have I been anywhere near being infected.
Maybe I should start at the beginning; the date was June 9, 2008. The war in Iraq still going, the war-protesters still going, the world was well, in a sense. Then the infestation hit, we have no idea were it came from, some say from the government, some say the terrorist, and some say that God has brought it from the heavens to punish us for our vile ways. What we do know is that it reanimates dead flesh time after time after time, that is unless you can destroy the brain.
You know it's never like the movies, the character wakes up finds the world has gone to hell, jumps in his truck, finds a gun store and then finds people to ally with. He kills hundreds of zombies and gets the people rescued, he even manages to fall in love trough all that.
Well I'll tell you know it sure as fuck wasn't like the movies. Sure we woke up and found the world gone to hell but you see me and my best friend had a plan for this, this being because were avid zombie fans were being the operable word in this sentence, we had a decent amount of weapons and ammunition stored up and ready for use, we had an escape vehicle ready with a 16foot trailer attached, hell we even had the shelter well on its way to being zombie proofed.
That was before it became real, the infestation came and the world went to war with the infected. We were losing that war slowly but surely, first deploying the National Guard, then the Army, and finally the Marine Corps. Russia, after over half it's military dead, authorized the use of nuclear weapons within the Russian borders, China was doing well until more zombies were alive then fighting men and women, this due to is huge population, in the end China was overrun.
When Canada and Mexico fell the United States declared article 17-E, stating that anyone over the age of 16 can enlist in the Army, Navy and the Marine Corps, as soon as I turned, I was gone and enlisted, the Marine Corps naturally. I also spent my life savings on forged papers stating that my fifteen year old best friend was 16. At that point in time I really don't think the boss's cared.
So there it was my best friend and I, fighting in seven different sates, in over 327 ground and air engagements fighting for the people, hell we were even there for the Fall of Las Angeles. So when the western half of the U.S was declared lost and abandoned, not one to see the homeland go, I deserted. Right after sending my mother and sister's over the line and into the south.
So it was Brian and I, Loken, my mother never said what language it was from but she did say it meant Faithful, who started the Legion. A small force of about 30 ex-military and civilian survivors, aright only twelve of us were military, but you take what you can get.
So I Warmaster Loken sit with this journal in one hand a pen in the other, a bottle of Jack sitting on the desk with a 357. Magnum right next to it. I sit here and am about to tell my story whilst fellow Legionary's are fighting and dieing, with my beloved Cheyenne knocked out on the floor next to me, drugged so because of the awesome fight she put up when told she would not be fighting.
I hope someone lives to read this for if I do not survive I would like someone to tell of the Legion and all its great deeds.
