Five
By: yoyopop10
Chapter 1
Meeting of minds
(This takes place directly after the opening cutscene)
"Board up the windows, one at a time!" Kennedy shouted, fumbling thorugh a crate of ammunition in search of a grenade for his China lake.
Nixon began tearing the place apart, shoving chairs and tables in the doorways in a feeble attempt to make a blockade.
"Too late for that, hombre. They coming in!" Castro shouted, pointing at the door and readying his bowie knife.
"Good god!" Nixon shouted, nearly falling backwards upon sight of the wretched creatures.
"Shoot them, you idiots!" McNamara said; putting a firm grip on the barrel of his Stakeout shotgun, before letting loose with a steady burst of pellets. The small bullets clashed into the zombies abdomens with bone crushing force; some flew back on impact of the shot. Others merely fell lifeless to the floor.
"Are you two going to help?" McNamara said angrily, trying to keep the continous stream of zombies at bay.
Just as McNamara spoke; Castro lifted his Python magnum and put a hole the size of a grape in one of the zombie's heads; followed by another, followed by another.
Nixon's uzi fire joined in as well once he was done with his fear tantrum.
"Stand back, men!" the three of them heard; and out came Kennedy with his china lake stuffed full of grenades.
"Jack is inbound!" He yelled; cocking his head as he always did when he felt it fit.
He pulled the trigger, and a grenade soured across the room like a bird in flight before exploding near the door with enough of an explosion to be considered a napalm.
Zombies flew left and right from the doorway as Kennedy shot off the china lake a few more times.
When the horde was pushed back enough; Castro and McNamara charged forward and kept them at bay while Nixon devised a frugal, yet helpful, barricade at the door. Sure enough; no matter how many times the zombies clawed at or bit the barricade; it stayed in place...at least for now.
The four retreated into the meeting room; breathing heavily.
"What the hell are we going to do? Cuba will be in up in arms over my loss!" Castro suddenly shouted after a few minutes of silence.
"Not so sure about that." McNamara muttered from his position across the table.
"What was that, gringo?" Castro asked, rubbing his bowie knife on the tip of his finger to test how dull it was.
"Everything would be so easier if the bay of pigs was succesful! We wouldn't have to put up with this!" McNamara stood from his chair and paced the room in a fast-walk.
"Put up with what?" Castro demanded; standing up angrily.
"You!" McNamara paused his walk back and forth; before pointing at Castro.
"Enough!" Kennedy shouted over the continous groans of the zombies just beyond the meeting room door.
"Things are worse enough without you two bickering back and forth." Kennedy slammed his palms on the desk in anger.
Suddenly, the lights shut off one by one; and infared bulbs replaced them. A big winding down sound was heard followed by a small explosion and a computer automated voice saying: "Automated systems activated. We are now at Defcon 5."
"What in god's name is that?" McNamara questioned; snatching his Stakeout from the table and gulping in worry.
"The power," Nixon observed the infared lights with a finger on his chin, "The generator must have switched off." Nixon said before walking to the corner to one of the ventilation shafts.
"By who? Either someone's trying to sabatoge us; or the zombies are actually that smart." Castro gulped, "Both outcomes are bad."
"Relax, gentlemen. Whatever happens; we have a steady barricade, weapons, and the will to survive. The three key things to coming out of this hellhole alive." Kennedy said, worriedly looking toward the door; the crowd of zombies was now twice as huge.
"Actually, Jack," Nixon began, "Now that we are moved to Defcon 5; The automated systems think the threat is none too urgent. Meaning the windows and doors that have been blocked will soon start to open; and I see alot of windows and doors. We will be overrun. Unless the generator is switched on; and we are moved back to Defcon 1: full alert."
There was a slight pause in the room;
"How the hell do you know this?" McNamara questioned after a few moments.
"I read the security panphlet. I was almost president, you know." Nixon said rolling his eyes.
"Alright, Dick. But how do you propose to get to the lower levels?" Kennedy asked, folding his arms.
Nixon smiled before picking up his uzi and putting a bullet in each of the hinges of the ventilation shaft. He anchored himself and pulled the vent from the wall; before calmly setting down aside it.
"We crawl." said Nixon.
There was yet another pause in the meeting room; where everyone was silent.
"But I'd like to keep the meeting room as our base. I don't think its very prudent to have all four of us travel in the ventalation shafts to the underbelly of the pentagon." Kennedy inquired.
"Why don't we split up?" Castro suggested. "There are four of us. Two crawl down and turn the power on; while two stay here and keep the barricades in check."
"Good plan, Castro. What do you think, Jack?" Nixon questioned.
"Sounds good to me. Who goes down?"
Nixon cocked his Uzi with a grin,
"It's my plan. I'll go."
Kennedy cocked his head towards McNamara and Castro.
"No way I'm gong down there, hombre." Castro shook his head while lighting his short cigar.
McNamara began rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm claustrophobic." He said silently, shamely. Waiting for Castro to chuckle.
"Very well. Castro and McNamara will remain here. Nixon and I will go to the lower level." Kennedy stood, grabbing a pistol from the weapon crate as well as his China Lake.
"Ready, Dick?" He asked, examining the small size of the vent.
Dixon nodded while crouching low and fitting himself in the small dark ventilation shaft.
Kennedy pivoted; facing the table where Castro and McNamara were seated;
"No fighting. In a time a like this, we all need to stick together to eradicate ths vermin." Kennedy pointed a finger at McNamara then Castro.
"Don't worry, Mr. President. No fighting. Stay safe." McNamara spoke softly; as if not to alert the undead to their presence.
"Jack, let us go." Nixon said from inside the vent and Kennedy followed him close behind.