Chapter 2
Overwatch was a Task Force that was suppose to take care of any harm to the innocent, However, many attacks where still being reported without Overwatch knowing any of this. Citizens blame the Task Force and were declared the reason to all of these attacks. The force was later shut down and any Overwatch activity will be considered illegal and will be taken to court if anyone who does this type of act. However, This time, the UK is now facing the Zed Outbreak. Without Overwatch, will they be a country filled with Zeds? Or they can have a chance to make a huge change to this outbreak?
United Kingdom, London
Apartment 36
10:38 pm Tuesday
Foster's head was feeling very blurry, his sight very blurred as well, only seeing a fan seems that he can only see, he noticed that he doesn't have his mask on right now, His face feeling very steamy-like as he placed his hand on his forehead. Foster layed there with a quick rest and began to get himself up. he noticed he was in a room, cool and relaxing, a strange pair of pistols laying on the couch, and a strange flight coat hanging in a closet. He got very confused and not knowing where is he. He was thinking if he was in heaven or he placed his feet on the floor, it felt like he never use them in his entire life. He tried his best to stand up but he was very dizzy when he stood up. He walked to the door finding a way out. The door opened, there was a girl with spikey long hair with a odd harness and a holester with a gun with it. "Oh looks like your up". Said the British lady. Foster smirk a bit, knowing that it was pretty obvious that he is. "Come on, lets get you some grub yeah"? She left leaving Foster confused.
"Soooo...You got a name dont you"? Said the girl. Foster took a bite of a sandwich."Foster. Just Foster, don't wear it out". Said Foster in a humor way. "Foster? i think i heard that name before..". Foster looked around the room noticing a poster with a emblem that look fimilar, he ignored it and continued eating. But he snapped that all of a sudden he noticed it was a Overwatch logo. He was shocked that a Overwatch agent helped him. "W-wait...Are you..part of Overwatch"? She sighed. "Yeah if you want to put it like that but what's the problem"? "I never saw a agent in my life". "Well...your looking at one right now.". Foster looked at her hair, His thoughts of her matches the profile. Its Tracer. "Heh...Guessing your Lena then"? Tracer noticed that Foster knows her and decided to stop being dumb. "Yep you got me, Im Tracer and I'm part of Overwatch so what are you gonna do, sue me you rich bloke"? She chuckled. "Nah...I'm not that type of man..". Foster and Tracer smiled at each other staring while they were doing so. "Okay then... So want what now"? Said Tracer. "Maybe we need to find out what the hell is going on".
Wednesday 1:56 pm
Tracer was in the bathroom while Foster was trying to go through channels and cleaning guns while he was doing so. He was able to get a channel and place down the gun. he was waiting for a response to the channel. It was a news channel that was reported in Paris. "Ey! You gotta see this"! Tracer got out of the bathroom only to take a shower but they noticed that the Paris news was informing that the citzens at Paris. "Due to the tragic outbreak in the UK we are expirencing the same but we are sustaining the outbreak. We are currently calling in a Evacuation act and moving to Germany. To the Citizens at Paris, stay at your homes and wait for the Evac Team Comes To Your Property to escort you to the evac point". Said The News Teller. "Well, boo hoo to Paris then, we gotta find a way outta here". Said Foster. "No kidding we gotta need some help too". Foster looked out the window seeing that any Zeds are nearby. "Quick question, how did you survive this massacre all by yourself"? "Easy, never made a sound till i heard a explosion that you caused". As Tracer setting clothes for later, she went to the bathroom."I'll be in the bathroom when you need me". As Foster heard the shower to start he got instantly bored. So he sat down on the couch, he started cleaning guns. "Talk about a hero".
Wednesday 8:06 pm
Foster was loading a gun and preparing for a trip to get out of London, So did Tracer as she got some handguns and gave Foster a elephant killer gun. They were bascially packing up for tommorow. Tracer went to her closet to get Foster his gas mask and the filter and rounds for later. All of the sudden gunshots were yet heard once again but this time, it was very close. Foster got a bit spooked from the gunfire, so he got a gun and looked out the window. There was 3 men from the Army running fast as they could from a crowd of Zeds. Foster wanted to let Tracer know but he heistated and went outside. As Foster went out, half of the Zeds noticed a business man with a soviet gas mask holding a handgun. "Come on...get Fosty your attention...". Whispered Foster to himself. The Zeds roared, meaning that they decided to fight Foster with claws and any limb they could use. Foster smirk but you cant see with the mask on him. He aimed and began shooting with every bullet like he used one like no problem. Recoil was the only thing that was slowing him down but he really didn't seem to care anyways. 3 Zeds were ended up with gapping holes in there heads, The menacing beasts would'nt mind that but only to eat any humans that are in sight. Foster pulled the trigger once again but only hearing a click from the gun."Well bollocks". He took out the clip and replaced it as fast as he could, One of the Zeds began sprinting like a running rabid dog, the rest was walking like a predator sneaking up to it's prey. Then, Foster slid in another clip in and cocked backed only to be shooting the Zeds in the back. Foster noiticed the running Zed coming at him and he began unloading the Zed. he missed and was using almost his bullets on one running Zed using a basic function that a normal human would do. Luckly, he mananged to shoot his leg to incapaitated him and ended up loaded with bullets. "Hah! You Zeds are all pethetic"! Foster almost forgot to aid the 3 military soldiers and began running like hell. He saw a pack eating and gutting him out like theres no tommorow. "Jeez these things have no manners to eating us too"! He began unloading his gun and killing off the entire pack. "If i was a Guy Frieri Zed, Things would'nt be easy for the man i'm killing". Foster said to himself as he chuckle when he was running.
As he was hearing the nearest gunsfire, he was guided from the sound which drove him into a maze to him. He heard Zeds being shot at and gunfire as well, He discoverd a fence-like gate that looked like it was suppose to drop off truck-loads of foods and dairy. Foster saw the amounts of bodies of dead Zeds and bullets lying on the bloody floor, lucky he had the mask to smell any of that stuff. Foster suddenly saw a Zed unloaded with a rifle and broke down the door which Foster discovered the Men's holdup. Foster examined the dead Zed for a bit, then he took cover next to the doorway so the mean won't shoot him thinking it was another Zed. "Ay! Im not infected! Im here lend ya a hand"! There was a momment of silence and wind was only heard to their ears. "Are you sure your not bitten"? Yelled one of the Men. Foster looked back ensuring that there's no Zeds near him."If I was, would I be talking to you wankers now"? Yet another momment of silence was occuring."Okay, we won't shoot you, come out now". Foster peeked his head and waved his hand to the Men. They were quickly convinced and came out of the bloody room. The men came out like they seen alot, they looked fatigued, bloody and very stressed. "Names anyone"?
"Names Lieutenant Bill Materson at your service". Said Bill. "Nice to meet ya govena". Foster and Bill shook hands. "Name"? " "Rob Blair, part of the UK Rioters". Said Rob as he introduced Foster. "Names Foster, i'm just very rich thats you need to know". Bill chuckled a bit as he he took that as a great way to take humor in a middle of a apocalypse. Upon the conversation, growling and powered drills began to be heard right behind Foster, Bill and Rob slowly cocked there rifles as Foster was not noticed with the growling. Foster began to investigate the sound and looked back, He saw a very tall muscalar speciman with miner-like drillers as arms, growling like a disorted dog growling and saliva dripping from Foster's jacket. Foster looked up and saw the speciman with a blank expression behind the mask. "Jeez. thats one big fella...". growling was heard for a minute. "Watch it"! yelled a lady's voice. Suddenly, pulse pistols started firing like a cyborg uzi shooting the tall speicmen covering his face and started roaring like crazy. A whish was heard which that was instantly was right next to Foster with a humorus look. "You went out without me noticing? Rude". Said Tracer as she spinned her pistols as she was reloading them. Rob and Bill noticed a lady with a harness having a light blue glow coming out of it in the center.
"Looks like little old Fosty gonna kill this tall wankstain.."
To be Concluded.
