Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own any of the "Zombies, Run!" characters, although I wish I could. I do, however, own Jessie Myers.
M1: Part 1
"So you'll see the township as we look 'round. Not much more than a few fences to keep the zoms out. Tiny little island of humanity." The pilot of Jolly Alpha Five Niner, Susan, said to the passenger in the back in her heavy British accent. Jessie Myers, the passenger, just looked at her with her bright forest green/golden brown eyes. Susan gave her a thin, slightly forced smile and turned back to the controls.
"I just don't know how they live like that. Well I guess they won't be living like that much longer. So I expect you're not allowed to say what your being dropped into the township for, huh?" Again, she received that deer-in-headlights look and a slight shake of the head. Susan sighed. They just had to give her the least talkative recruit in Mullins, didn't they? This was going to be a long ride.
"Nah, I thought not. I know how it works. They don't even tell you till you get there." Susan said, turning back again to the controls.
She picked up the radio and switched it on. "Abel Township, Abel Township. This is Jolly Alpha Five Niner from Mullins Military Base. We're five miles out, approaching from the east at 1,100 ft, bringing in med supplies, some back packs, shelters, and a temporary loan of one of our people. Abel Township. Jolly Five Niner requesting permission to land."
"Yeah got that. Uhh, I mean, roger that. You're clear to umm… Yeah, come on in." said the very awkward, male radio operator on the other end. Jessie raised an eyebrow that disappeared into her medium length, wavy, dark brown hair. If this was the most capable person they could provide to operate the radio system during an apocalypse, it was no wonder they were having a hard time.
"Roger, Abel Township. Heading down now." Susan said, setting the radio down. "I can see as clear as day we haven't got half the supplies we usually bring. Yeah, I know. You don't know anything. Project Green Shoot? Need to know basis? Briefing to follower Abel." Jessie raised both eyebrows. She herself didn't know anything about Project Green Shoot.
"Sorry, I couldn't help hearing when you boarded. But you know, if you and me pulled info, maybe we could—" A shot flew passed the copter, nearly hitting the body of it head on. "What the hell? They're shooting! That's not coming from the township. Who the hell has a rocket launcher in this sector? Who the hell? We're hit. They hit the tail router." Susan picked up the radio in a hurry, nearly dropping it more than once. "Mayday mayday mayday! Jolly Five Niner is going down three miles east of the township. Two souls on board. Air proctor's gray with black lettering and trim. We're going in hard. Brace, brace, brace!"
Jessie jumped up and grabbed two parachutes, one for her and one for Susan. Susan shook her head, pointing towards the door. "Go." She screamed over the chaos. Jessie dropped the extra parachute and ran to the exit. She took one last look at Susan before she adjusted her headset, slipped on the parachute, and opened the door. She could hear the male radio operator screaming in her ear to jump and that's exactly what she did.
"Hey. Hey, I uhh... This is Abel Township calling, over. Uhh, they're not answering. Their comms equipment could have been fried." Jessie had tried to answer but he was right. The comms equipment was fried. She was grateful that she could still hear him though. She was going to need some help, even from someone as awkward as this guy. She landed safely on the forest floor and sighed in relief. Jessie slipped off the chute and looked around. She sighed in relief. She was alone—not. She had thought too soon. There was a crawler right next to her. All it had was a torso, a face, and one arm. She quickly turned and stomped the zombie's face in with her steel-toed boot before it could bite or scratch her. She was extremely grateful to whoever created steel-toed boots right now, although they probably weren't made for zombie stomping.
"Listen, if you're alive, if there's anyone alive, this is Sam Yao from Abel Township. I'm just a…" Jessie could hear him sigh heavily. "I'm just a radio operator, man. I'm not supposed to handle this stuff." Jessie sighed as well. She wasn't supposed to handle this stuff either. She was just a teenager. She was supposed to be in college, studying psychology and Spanish, but no. Someone had to go and create a fucking zombie virus. The only reason she was even out on the field was because her sister had died from a zombie attack while she was out in the field. This was always Alisha's strong suit, not Jessie's. Alisha was the tough, adventurous one. Jessie was the shy one who liked reading and painting, but that's how Mullins worked. If you had a family member in the field, you had to replace them when they died. They had given her a week to mourn and then thrust her into training.
"You've come down in a nest of hostiles. They've heard the noise. They're coming. There are thirty, no forty… Oh crap. Your only safe path is towards the tower. You should be able to see that from where you are. If there's anyone alive there, just run." She cursed quietly. This was going to suck. She heard a zombie groaning from behind her. "Run!" she heard Sam scream in her ear and she took off like a bat out of hell.
How did you like it? I've been meaning to write this since I got "Zombies, Run!" in the middle of January, but I wanted to complete the game before I did so. I'll be putting another chapter out in a few hours.
Edit 2/4/13: I edited this chapter a little bit and corrected some spelling and added some things to make it more interesting and easier to follow.