Author's Note: If you are wondering who "I" am, that will be reveled later. Everything about who "I" am will be revealed as the story progresses. Also, here is some good news for those looking forward to me next chapter for SFTW (Star Fox: Tiberium Wars), my comp decided to hate me and deleted it. I have to completely rewrite it… Again! For the THIRD TIME!! I hate my laptop… Also, bonus/brownie points to who can tell me what the chapter title means. David, (the person I'm talking to knows who he is) I already told you so don't ruin it for anyone who decides to take a shot. If you want some music to go with these chapters, I find that Hans Zimmer's "No Man Left Behind" fits quite well. Yes I know, the titles are complete opposites, but hey the music works.

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Chapter Two: S.S.D.D

Slowly my dreams of happier times with my family, friends, and brothers-in-arms end and the fog of unconsciousness disappears. Suddenly the situation at hand jumps to the fore of my mind and I force myself fully awake with a flood of adrenaline. I stand up and lights flash before my eyes because I stood up to fast.

I shake it off quickly and look around. I see an M16 and a Mac 10 lying next to a pile of ammo. I was surprised to see that the place hadn't been cleaned out already. I slung the combat shotgun I had in my hands and grabbed the M16. I then search the pile of ammo for as many 5.56 NATO and 7.62 mm magazines for the assault rifles and twelve gauge rounds for the shotgun, as well as nine millimeter and forty five ACP magazines for the pistols. After I went through the ammo, I had thirty clips for the M16, about twenty five sets of eight rounds for the shotgun, and even more pistol ammo. Again, there was no ammo for the SCAR. I then unslung the SCAR and set it next to the pile of ammo. I then slung the M16, so that I had a weapon on each shoulder, and grabbed the Mac 10. I checked the load and saw it had a full clip. I then stocked up and magazines for the Mac 10. I was fully loaded with ammunition. 'Enough ammo to face WWIII,' I mentally joked as I moved over at my exit. I looked back at the ammo pile and saw five clips for the Mac 10 that I was not able to find a place for. I looked back out and saw several common infected in my way. There was a ramp that led down to the street from the second floor of the building I'm in. Along the street was the now normal, disarray of cars and obstacles. I took the Mac 10 and aimed through the grates in the door. I fired short controlled bursts at every infected I could see. I dropped all of them, but then a Spitter came out of nowhere and spat at me. I ducked and the stuff it spat at me hit the door and didn't come in the safe room, but that was too close for comfort. I stood back up and unloaded the rest of the magazine at it and killed it. I dropped the empty mag and grabbed one of the five remaining ones from the table. I loaded the weapons and looked out the door for a new target.

I didn't see anything so I decided to check for medical equipment. I found four medpacks. I grabbed all four and attached one to each leg, attached one to my back like a backpack, and attached one to my belt. I found an axe, a crowbar, three bottles of pain killer, two adrenaline shots, and a set of defib paddles. I put the pain killers in one of the medpacks, the adrenaline shots in another, and the defib paddles in a third. 'I wish a rucksack right about now,' I thought as I found some pipe bombs. I grabbed them and stuffed them into whatever pockets that they could have been fitted in. I then moved back to the door. I peeked back out to see if any new targets.

I didn't see anything so I opened the door and looked around. Again I didn't see anything. I moved forward into the street; again, nothing. I shut the door and move down the ramp while I scanned the surrounding area. Again, something was off. I continued down the ramp and eventually made the street. I looked both ways and started walking down the street; heading North. I scanned every nook and cranny I could see. I kept the Mac 10 at the ready as I was force to climb over a car to continue. As I walked through the maze of cars I heard the sound of someone crying. A girl if I was right about what the crying sounded like. My instincts were crying out that something was wrong, but I couldn't figure out why. I decided to check it out. Maybe there is another survivor out there. I tried to locate the source of the crying, it seemed to be coming from the East. With all of the cars, trucks and buses around me, it made it very hard to locate the crying. A few infected were around, and they didn't prove too much of a threat. 'Easy kill, hooah!' I thought with a grin as I gunned down the last infected, 'I need a challenge before I lose all of my skills I gained during Selection… Where did that Tank go? I got more than enough ammo for that punk. I hate leaving targets like that around.'

I reloaded my Mac 10 and continued to search for the source of that crying. I eventually make my way off the street and into a neighborhood and located the source of the crying. A Witch was standing in the middle of the road, and was walking towards me. 'Great… Well I guess I might really be the only one left. Me versus the entire population of this city, which was about 600,000. I think they need more men,' I thought as I looked for a way to give the Witch a good amount of breathing room. On the right side of the street was a truck and on the left was a car. I was about to climb over the car when I noticed that it had its car alarm on. I quickly back tracked and tried to get onto the hood of the truck. I made quite a bit of noise, but the witch, who was getting way to close for personal comfort or safety, didn't notice. I then got on the roof of the truck and jumped over to the trailer, which was a lot harder than it sounded. I then ran along the top of the trailer. To my right was a balcony for the second floor of a house. I quickly jumped over it and started moving along the wall keeping one eye on what was happening in front of me and the other on what was behind me.

Of course when I got to the corner of the house there were more zombies. They saw me just as I saw them. I was quicker on the trigger and I unloaded the Mac 10 on the zombies. When my clip ran dry, half of the hoard had been eliminated. The rest had gotten within arm's reach and started to try and either rip me apart or sink their teeth into me. I drop the Mac ten and start to fight them the hard way, hand to hand. As I start to smash my fists and elbows into the zombie's faces, I try to disengage to pull out my combat shotgun. Eventually I am able to claw my way out of the hoard and I grab the shotgun off my shoulder. I check the load of the shotgun and confirm there is a shell in the chamber. I then shoulder the weapon and pull on the trigger. The zombie closest to my barrel just disappeared and was replaced by a red mist. Several zombies lost an arm, a leg, a head, or a combination of the three as the twelve gauge magnum buck shot tore through their bodies. I continued to unload the shotgun before the last round fired and my shotgun clicked on an empty chamber. I reached into one of the pockets that I have stuffed with the ammo for the shotgun, and grabbed as many shells I could fit into my hand. I loaded them into the shotgun as fast as I could with dropping the shells. I was able to load the shells in very fast, definitely faster than any civi could. I then unloaded again and cut into the zombie hoard in front of me again. The last zombie fell as I reloaded the shotgun for the second time. I then walked over and grabbed the Mac 10 and placed it in its 'holster,' my right front pocket. Normally I would say that it would be too close to an important part of my body; but in this situation, it was perfectly safe.

My ears were ringing from the concussive force of the shotgun going off. I felt a nagging at the back of my mind. 'Oh sh- Witch!' I thought as I turned around and looked at the Witch staring at me from the street. That glance did it. She ran towards me, shrieking all the while. I put round after round towards her as I started backing up. I quickly slung the shotgun and came out with the M16. As the Witch climbed up the side of the building, I aimed for where she would get top of the balcony. I aim for where I thought her head would be. I turned out to be right. As soon as her head appeared, I pulled the trigger and sent a three round burst (AN: in the game, the M16 is a full auto rifle, in real life it can only use a three round burst if the person who bought it is either military/police [as in purchasing the weapon for that] or is qualified to own an 'automatic' weapon. Otherwise it's a single-fire weapon [one round per trigger pull]. I felt generous [which is rare] and gave him a standard military issue M16A4) down range. The three round impacted right in her head and threw her back off the balcony. I didn't stay to see if that or the fall killed her. I turned around and booked it along the balcony and found that the supports for the balcony had given away and cause it to drop to the ground level. I slid down the ramp it made, slung the M16, and pulled the Mac 10 out. I beat feet down the alleyway there and turned left onto the next street. As I rounded the corner, I cursed my luck (AN: that would be me :-D ) and let loose with my Mac 10 as I ran back towards the ramp made by the balcony. Now chasing me were around forty infected, along with two Spitters, a Jockey, a Boomer, two Hunters, three Chargers, and a Smoker. I quickly ran up the ramp and vaulted over the railing. As I did I noticed that the Witch wasn't dead and almost took my head off with a swipe of her claws.

'I don't get paid enough for this!' I thought as I landed on the ground hard. I quickly pushed myself to my feet and started running back the way I came. I looked behind me and saw the mass amount of followers I had gained as I booked it down the street, dodging cars and obstacles. I reached into the pocket that I placed the pipe bombs in and grabbed one. I quickly activated it and dropped behind me. I didn't stop to see if any of the zombies stopped to try and 'kill' the pipe bomb once I got a safe distance away, I just kept on beating feet. When the explosion went off, I did risk a glance behind me and saw that a small portion of the mob was gone, but there still was enough to cause me some problems with my health insurance. I grabbed another one and tossed it in front of me this time. I then ran past it and tried to figure out where I was running. I then realized that I was almost at the place that I split off to find the 'crying girl'. The pipe bomb went off and took another chunk out of my pursuers. As soon as I got to the point that I heard the crying, I ran northward and followed the street. I dodged past cars and ran into more infected. I quickly mowed them down with the Mac 10, and then shot the remainder of the clip over my shoulder. I heard an explosion and then realized I had nailed the Boomer. I gave out a mental sigh as I knew that that had taken out a few more of the infected that were after me. I quickly reload the magazine as I continue running down the street, not really paying any attention to where I was running.

Once I finished with the reload I looked up and saw a Tank. That is also when I noticed that the Tank was the same Tank from earlier. 'Oh, COME ON!' I screamed in my head as I took a sharp right and ran into an alleyway. I ducked as I did and was able to dodge another swipe from the Witch. I fired the Mac 10 again over my shoulder to try and get some breathing room. After the magazine was empty, I grabbed a fresh one and jammed it in. After chambering a new round I tore left down a T-intersection and booked it back onto a street. In front of me where even more infected. I focused on taking the ones that were in front of me out so that I could keep running. I sprayed the area down with bullets and took out all of the ones in front of me. Again, I then sprayed the rest of the mag behind me to gather as much breathing room as possible. As I was reloading, I noticed a safe house symbol pointing down an alleyway. I changed directions and started running for the safe house. I kept the Mac 10 aimed down the alleyway as I kept running. I saw several infected up ahead and noticed that there was a propane tank near them. I aimed and fired at it. The tank exploded and shredded the infected near it. There were about three left. I looked behind men and the mob of infected were gaining on me. I quickly grabbed the final pipe bomb I had and tossed it ahead of me.

The three infected in front of me went after it immediately as I ran past them. I then saw the safe house just a couple of yards away and up a set of steps. I pushed myself as hard as I could to get to the room as the pipe bomb went off. I heard a loud roar and realized that the pipe bomb must have hit the Tank. 'Oh great, here we go again!' I thought as I booked it up the metal steps. I had to slow down on the stairs slightly so I fired my Mac 10 at the mob blindly as I rushed up the steps. As I get to the door, the metal grate like balcony I was on suddenly collapsed screeching. I dove for the door and was able to get my free hand on the metal bars of it before the floor beneath me dropped. I quickly try to open the door and get in before any infected could try and knock me down. I end up swinging the door out from the room. So I quickly try to get on the inside part of the door while I look down at the mess of infected zombies below me. A hunter tried to jump up and grab me, but a boot to the face kept him from doing so. I quickly aim the Mac 10 at the biggest threat, the Tank, and open up. The rounds hit their mark and the recoil of the weapon swing the door inwards. The door then swung into the room. I let go and quickly shut the door and lock it.

I let out a huge sigh of relief and said out loud, "Man, what a day. What a day. What I wouldn't kill for some freaking leave…"

Author's Note: Well, that's done. And to answer the question I know you all are thinking, yes I am overly cruel to my characters; especially when it comes to screwing with my character's minds. I'm no shrink, but I think a lot of what I throw at my characters would break all but the strongest mentally or the most dedicated of men. Also when a soldier says "leave," in the context that is used in the story, it means the same as if a civilian said "vacation."