Author's Note: Basically a rewrite of my original DotD: MM story. Many mistakes have been fixed and while it's still the same basic plotline and many of the scenes from the movie still exist as they did in the original version, there are alot of editations as well.
Hope you enjoy ^^
First Lieutenant Kyle Ambrose slowly scanned out the area that had been taken and sealed off by the military that was Fort Pastor through the 10x rifle scope located on his M21 Designated Marksman Rifle from the top of a nearby sniper tower. There were tons of people, most soaking in blood, injured or passed out. Even most of the soldiers that were in the immediate area had blood soaked fatigues. He sighed as he took in the scene, biting his lower lip.
Kyle was twenty-eight years old, had jet black hair that was cut rather short, a well toned physical body one would expect from a soldier, stood at six foot and one inch and weighed one hundred and seventy-one pounds. His skin was colored pretty fairly - not too light and not too dark - and he had icy blue eyes which were currently taking in the environment through the duplex cross hairs at the end of his rifle scope.
It was Kyle - and every other soldiers - job to prevent anyone who seemed to be infected from spreading the infection any further. If anybody were to make any quick, hostile movements, First Lieutenant Ambrose or another soldier were to immediately neutralize them with (hopefully) a single rifle round to the skull. Luckily though, things had been rather quiet around Fort Pastor. No signs of infection yet. Always a good sign.
Suddenly a familiar voice rang out in Kyle's ear. "Yo Lieutenant..." Fellow sniper, Lance Corporal Stephen Miller said.
Kyle brought his hand to the ear piece located on the right side of his head and responded. "Yeah Miller?"
"Check out the Channel 6 News van, specifically that little news reporter. She's got quite a body, eh?" Followed by Miller's laugh.
Slowly, Kyle swept his rifle toward a large white van, expecting to find some young blond woman who had too much make-up and probably couldn't do her job any more efficiently than a chimp. Much to his surprise, he came across a rather attractive woman, young, but still old enough to look like she knew how to handle her job well. From his current distance, Kyle couldn't make out a proper height, but guessed anywhere from five six to five ten. She had light brown skin and rich black hair that was tied back with a green scrunchie. On the right sleeve of her baby blue news uniform, there was a large red 6 plastered on an armband. The First Lieutenant simply rolled his eyes and returned to scanning the trees on the outsides of Fort Pastor's fences.
"Can it, Miller." He snapped. "Think with the head on your shoulders, not the one in your pants. We've got a job to do, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah... Jeez, your no fun Lieutenant." The Lance Corporal replied, a bit of irritation in his voice.
"Not here for fun, Miller." Kyle shot back. "I'm here to keep these people safe."
"Damn good words, Lieutenant Ambrose." Major General Marcus Swanson's voice came over Kyle's ear piece.
"Thank you, Sir."
"And because you're so damn good with words, I need you to me a favor, Ambrose." There was a brief pause. "I need you to go down and talk to that reporter. She wants an interview with me, but I really cannot be hassled with such matters right now."
Kyle let out an irritated sigh as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was obvious that this was an order in diguise, so he didn't protest. Instead, he huffed and rolled his eyes, silently fuming. "Yes, Sir." He grunted and heaved the eleven and a half pound sniper rifle up, then slung it around his shoulder.
Slowly and hesitantly, the First Lieutenant made his way down the sniper tower. He glanced at the reporter that stood all the way across Fort Pastor, talking with one of her co-workers and brought a gloved hand to his face, sighing again. He then made his way toward her, crossing the distance between them in under two minutes. The reporter - who probably went up to about his nose - turned toward him as he approached.
"You are...?" She asked curiously.
"First Lieutenant Kyle Ambrose of the United States Marine Corps." Kyle said, introducing himself. "Major General Marcus Swanson is busy at the moment and has requested for me to take his place in the interview."
"Oh..." The reporter frowned, obviously a bit disappointed. She then turned and barked a few commands, motioning for the others to get into place. A young man who looked like he was in his early twenties lifted a large bulky camera onto his right shoulder. "It's Ambore right? How do you spell that?"
"Ambrose." Kyle corrected her and promptly spelt his name. The cameraman tapped a few buttons on the side of his camera while the reporter stood next to Kyle and glanced at her cameraman who counted down from one to three on his fingers before waving his hand in a circle, signaling for the interview to begin.
"I'm Melissa Lopez's Channel 6 News reporting from Fort Pastor during the very strange and scary events that have been taking place all around the United States, parts of Canada, Mexico and even the United Kingdom. I'm here with First Lieutenant Kyle Ambrose of the United States Marines Corps who is seemingly in charge of things around here. Tell me, Mr. Ambrose, how are you managing to keep things so secure around here?"
"First off," Kyle began. "It's Kyle. I'm not married, so there is no Mr. Ambrose." He said with total seriousness. "Secondly, we keep things so safe by keeping things here under control. Nobody makes any sudden and/or hostile movements or else you get shot without warning. When approaching the Fort, keep your hands above your head and move slowly. It's all about just keeping things under control."
"I see..." The new reporter - Melissa - slowly nodded. "Well, Kyle," She was careful not to use 'Mr. Ambrose' again. "what exactly is your job around here?"
"I'm a sniper." He responded rather bluntly.
The interview continued for the next fifteen minutes; a series of different questions were asked such as how many soldiers were positioned at Fort Pastor, what weaponry and vehicles were deployed here, how many search and rescues would be performed etc. Kyle was really unsure of a lot of the questions, but answered them to the best of his knowledge. Finally, it seemed things were coming to a close.
"Well, we're gonna have to wrap this up soon here, Kyle. Are there any last words you'd like to give to anybody out there? Sentimental words to family, friends or just advice to civilians?"
Kyle sighed again. He wasn't much for this kind of stuff and had been uncomfortable and fidgety the whole interview. He cleared his throat before he glanced at the mic that she held to him and spoke.
"Well... Mom, if you're watching this, stay at home okay? The military will be deploying search and rescue teams in Ohio soon so if you and Frank keep yourselves locked up, you'll be fine." He said, a bit unsure of his own words. The thought of leaving his Mother in the care of his Step Father made him a bit uneasy. Frank was a brave man, but not much of a fighter really. Kyle wasn't even sure if his Step Father knew how to use a gun.
"And any civilians should do the same. Lock your doors and wait for law enforcement or military patrol teams to find you. Self defense is heavily advised unless of course your sure that the people coming toward you aren't hostile. Law enforcement and military teams will not run at you or be unarmed and will always be in heavy body armor. Be wary and follow their directions down to the smallest detail."
Melissa pulled the mic back to her and nodded at him, smiling. "You heard it here everyone. Stay indoors and defend yourself if necessary. This is Melissa Lopez of the Channel 6 News crew reporting from Fort Pastor. We'll have more details to you as they develop."
And with that, the interview came to a close. Melissa turned away from the camera to speak personally to the First Lieutenant, but frowned as she realized he was gone. Kyle had already disappeared into the crowd of soldiers and civilians that made up Fort Pastor, returning to his post.