So I'm still alive and I'm still kicking everyone. No the zombies didn't get me, college still hasn't stopped the train from going. Or in this case, the bus...

Saw the trailer for TranZit and thought I'd try my hand at this, if for no other reason than to post something.

I wait by the bus stop, tapping my foot on the concrete ground. My twin sister, Silver, waits with me as she would be sitting on the bench. A gunshot sounds out somewhere in the distance, making both of us glance up at the noise. A smirk settles on my face. It's been at least two years since that wild adventure, two years since we last saw hide or hair of the marines. We're sitting outside a diner, having eaten a lunch during our wait for the bus home. Suddenly the area becomes disoriented and a flash of white happens and both of us feel this energy wave wash over us. When my eyes clear a sharp gasp escapes my lips. To say I was shocked is an understatement; Black sky, ruined buildings, rubble everywhere; it's like we've just walked into a nuclear fallout.

"What the hell happened here?" Silver echoes my own thoughts as she draws a knife from her backpack, gripping it in her hands. I do the same as my head looks around to see if anyone else happens to be near us so we can ask them what's going on. But it becomes apparent that if there are any survivors, there aren't many. With no knowledge about what's happened and with no direction to go or danger to run from, the two of us just decide to sit tight and wait for something to happen. It's barely a minute before we hear someone.

"Team Six, come in... Team six this is Section, do you read me?" A male's voice sounds out from near the diner. Silver puts a finger to her mouth in the universal quiet motion as she'd bring her knife up. Both of us would pad off towards this new individual. We head down to the dumpster area where we see the silhouette of a man speaking into something on his wrist. Silver and I look to one another, wondering what this guy's doing. We spot the MACV-SOG emblem on his combat vest - the skull with the green cap on it - as well as a USA flag underneath. Then we would hear the moaning.

The marine, whoever this 'Section' guy is, pulls out a strange looking rifle from his back and flicks the safety off; the weapon looking similar to the M4A1 with a shortened stock and a slightly curved magazine. That's when we meet his gaze; his eyes widening in obvious shock as he'd see us. At first we're wondering if he's surprised to see two half-animal half-humans, at least until we hear the groaning from behind us. Silver and I turn around in time to see five dead bodies lumbering towards us in a dash. Silver and I grip our knives and get ready to strike when Section fires off with his strange rifle, four bullets flying into the middle zombie with another quad-burst sent straight for its head. When I look back, my mouth exclaims what my brain is thinking: "What the hell is that rifle?"

'Section' looks at me with confusion in his eyes. "This is the M8A1 assault rifle, four round burst, full auto selective fire with an EOTech holographic sight and a 32 round standard magazine. How can you not know? It's one of the most common weapons around in military use."

Silver and I look at one another with confused eyes when Section speaks up again. "How old are you two? You sure look young to be getting animal-grafts." THAT makes both of us look up at him with total confusion. "Ani-what?"

"Animal grafts," he'd repeat, motioning to our ears, faces and hands; my sister and I realizing that our 'furry parts' are exposed (where as back at the diner we looked totally human). "Grafting animal-like traits onto the human body. Originally it was to help those with paralysis or loss of a limb. But there were a few civilians who were volunteers and they were able to keep their gifts."

"Erm... yeah, that's how we got it. Tiger and cat DNA," I'd reply, lying my tailed ass off. I'm not sure if Section believes me or not, but several groans sound out around us. My sister and I still have our knives and Section reloads his rifle. The sound of boots on metal makes us look up as several zombies drop down from the diner's angled roof. Eight bullets fly from our friend's weapon and two zombies drop dead as they hit the ground.

"Look out!" I'd cry as two more land in front of Silver and myself. We move into the dead-men's guard with our knives. Both blades strike in the zombies guts and a twist ensures that they won't be getting back up. Section's rifle fires away two more bursts, one burst taking out a zombie as they'd land on the ground and the other zombie gets his head blown off in mid-air.

"We got more hostiles coming on our six! Move out to the front!" Section barks out as he pulls the trigger three more times on his weapon, covering out backs. My knife flashes out as a zombie suddenly jumps the chain-link fence near the end of the alley, its groans cut off by my metal blade. Silver grabs her ambusher's head, pulling it back while thrusting her dagger at the neck. Both of us take a left and into the diner, each of us dealing with another undead foe. Inside it looks like one of those diners that are mostly booths, padded seats back to back with a large table separating the front of the building from the counter. Lights dimly glow to illuminate the inside the ruined building, but we thankfully spot two items on the table: a gun that looks like Section's M8A1 and an MP7 SMG. My hands grab the rifle and I notice the underbarrel attachment; how it looks a lot like an M203. Despite being a different rifle, it seems to slip into my hands like a glove.

My fingers pull the trigger and there's a strange yet familiar sound of a ratta-tatta-tat of bullets leaving the barrel. Silver grabs the MP7 and she'd fire away at a dozen of zombies coming for her. Section shoots his last four rounds before he reloads. All three of us are now inside the diner with the zombies moving to push us out the front door.

"I'm loading!" I cry out as I struggle to remove the magazine, flicking the release button. Eventually I get the clip out and slide a new one with a little less difficulty; showing that I'm not used to reloading this weapon. Zombies fall yet it seems more show up in their place while our bullets slowly run out. Gunfire fills the air mixed with the noise of zombie moans, scuffling feet, cries from both sides and the sound of bus horn; said horn followed by the screeching of brakes.

Cookie for those that guess who the man is, but a bus pass for whoever can guess what weapon he's using.

I plan on getting back into my 1K word chapters eventually, but real life has been hammering me with college and homework and things like that. But anyhow I'm proud to announce that this is the SECOND BO2 Fanfic on this site; the first being "Destroyed" by DeltaG.

Anyhow I will say that Patrick and Carly aren't going to be in this story, but I do have two characters to replace them.

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CURRENT WEAPONS:

Luna: M8A1 - hybrid sight, M203, select fire (4-burst/full-auto)

Silver: MP7 - extended mags

'Section' - M8A1 - select fire (4-burst/full-auto), EOTech, laser sight.
Kap-40 - select fire (semi/full), ext mag

[UPDATE]: Now to do some re-reviews on the same chapter. Oh joy.

General Herbison: Keep in mind that the two Longpaws are separate characters so don't think there's going to be a crossover between the two.

DraconicReclaimer: I'm glad you're eager for the story. Hopefully it'll be better than my last one.

Zane The Hedgehog: Bingo. You get a bus pass.

The mysterious 1: He's not his grandson

JayMan551: They're back and ready to kick ass... again.