(Ben and Tim Rugby both belong to AquaDestinysEmbrace.)
(Steven Walker belongs to Overrunner.)
(Eric Fulmine belongs to FanficCrossoverMaster15.)
(Shani Lawrence belongs to XxClemClemxX)
As Osborn drove down a somehow-unoccupied freeway, Mettic was trying to get their mission coordinator, 'Olympus', on the Humvee's radio.
"Olympus, this is Bravo Six-Two. Our commanding officer is dead, along with one of the HVT's. The other two HVT's are with us, and we're on our way back to base!" Mettic said.
"Roger that, Bravo Six-Two. We have a C-130 ready to take the HVT's to the capitol. Be advised, your route goes through the hot zone. We'll dispatch some assets to escort you to base." Olympus replied.
Mitchell and Torres both had curious looks.
"Sacramento?" Torres asked.
"Yeah, doc... We'll get you both there. I promise." Osborn said.
Mettic nodded in agreement as Osborn drove the Humvee through a tunnel that was going to link up to the main highway that led to the airport.
Osborn sighed, driving around a car wreck.
"My wife and my kid are here, somewhere..." Osborn said.
"I'm sure they made it out..." Mettic replied.
Osborn shook his head.
"I don't know... Ellie couldn't handle something like this..." Osborn said.
Mettic didn't reply as he looked in the backseat, seeing Brody looking at the floor while being oddly-quiet...
"Oh shit!" Osborn exclaimed.
Mettic looked back to the front, going wide eyed with what he saw. They saw that the inside of the tunnel was collapsed, and several military vehicles were abandoned in it. And several walkers wearing US Military uniforms were roaming the inside of the tunnel.
"Dammit! Go back!" Mettic ordered.
Osborn started backing up. Once he got out of the tunnel, however, they noticed something bad...
Hundreds of walkers were on the street, all of them encircling the Humvee. Brody was the only one in the vehicle who didn't have a horrified and scared look.
"O- Osborn, get us out of here! Please!" Mitchell said.
Osborn immediately backed up and started plowing through the horde of walkers. The bodies kept going over and under the Humvee, and blood covered the entire vehicle as they reversed through it. They somehow made it through, eventually, but they couldn't see out of the front window due to blood, and a large fat walker's corpse on it.
"Shit!" Torres exclaimed.
Mettic rolled down his window and leaned out. He struggled to pull the walker off of the window, because of the weight of the corpse
"Come on, Shamu! Get off!" Mettic growled, tugging at the legs of the corpse.
"Sarge, get the fucker off!" Osborn said, annoyed.
"I'm trying!" Mettic growled.
Osborn groaned with annoyance.
Can ANYTHING go right?!
"Just keep staying out there! You tell me where to go!" Osborn said.
"Fine!" Mettic replied.
Metric grabbed his M416 and leaned out of the window, sitting on the door itself and leaning against the Humvee as he aimed outside.
"Just keep backing up! We're out of the horde!" Mettic said.
"Okay! Christ, there's a SHITLOAD of blood on the window..." Osborn said.
Mettic shot at a few walkers that was around the vehicle, not doing what he was supposed to do: keep an eye on directions...
And that's when the Humvee hit a fire hydrant. Mettic was thrown out of the Humvee as it flipped over, landing on it's side...
Dozens of walkers started heading towards the scene from down the street...
Mettic grabbed his gun. He started firing at them, struggling not to pass out from the force of the impact...
And that's when he felt a pair of arms on his shoulder.
Mettic looked up, going wide eyed as he saw a teenage boy wearing a black t-shirt and a red jacket, along with dark blue pants. He had black hair with bangs that made his hair look anime-style. Mettic looked at the Humvee, seeing two others pull out the doctors and the two soldiers.
One of the boys was another teenager. The teen was wearing a black shirt under a red vest, and also was wearing dark blue pants. He had black spiky hair, as well.
The other person was a third male teenager with dirty blonde hair, and he was also wearing blue jeans with a green shirt, and a black sweatshirt.
"W- What the fuck is this?!" Mettic asked.
"It's alright! We're getting you out of here!" the person with him said.
The other two teens successfully got the occupants of the Humvee out. They led them through a nearby alley as the teen with Mettic picked up his M416, and he proceeded to fire at the walkers.
"Let's go, Sergeant!" the boy exclaimed.
Mettic quickly got up and pulled out his M9 pistol, emptying the clip on several nearby walkers as he and the boy proceeded to run through the same alley the others went through...
After about fifteen minutes of running, along with about four or five street blocks, the group made it inside of a small gun store. Osborn and the teen with dirty blonde hair made sure to barricade the front of the store, as the doctors and Brody stayed near the back.
Mettic looked at the other two boys, wide eyed.
"Holy shit! You just saved our asses... Who are you?" Mettic asked.
One of the boys smirked.
"My name is Ben Rugby. The one standing next to me is my brother Tim. The guy with your soldier in the front is our friend, Eric Fulmine." Ben introduced.
"Hello!" Eric greeted from the front.
Mettic nodded, looking back at Ben.
"Can I have my gun back?" Mettic asked.
Ben nodded as he handed Mettic his M416 back. Ben and Tim both shrugged, looking around.
"So, why're you guys here? I thought the military was retreating?" Tim asked.
"We're trying to get these doctors out of the city... Obviously, Osborn isn't a good driver." Mettic said, half-jokingly.
"Bite me, sir..." Osborn replied, rolling his eyes.
Eric looked back at Mettic, curious.
"Can you get us all out?" Eric asked.
"No idea... Our orders are only for the doctors." Mettic replied.
Osborn walked back to Mettic, wide eyed as though he realized something.
"Sir? What about the assets Olympus dispatched to us? They'll go right into that shit!" Osborn stated.
"We don't have any way to contact HQ! Our fucking radio was in that Humvee!" Mettic stated.
That's when they heard a voice outside scream:
"SOMEONE HELP!"
The group looked outside, going wide eyed at what they saw.
Two people were running down the street, away from a large group of walkers. One of them was wearing a white doctors coat, had brown hair, tanned skin, light hazel eyes, and was a woman. The other was a man who had brown hair, hazel-grey eyes, and was wearing a silver-strap backpack, a black baseball cap which was backwards, and he also had a M14. Since the guy wasn't firing it, everyone guessed he was out of ammunition.
The two screamed again as they ran.
"Someone help!" the woman screamed.
Ben and Tim had wide eyed looks as they stared at Sergeant Mettic.
"We have to help them!" Tim stated.
"We can't... The walkers will get us!" Mettic stated.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You're just gonna let them die?" Eric asked, bluntly.
Torres and Mitchell both frowned at Eric.
"Look, it's either them, or us. The way I see it is that it might as well be them." Torres said.
"Seriously?! You know what? Fuck you! I'm going to help them!" Ben said.
Before anyone could stop him, Ben ran out of the front door with Tim. The group watched as they ran towards the two people.
"Hey! Come with us!" Tim said.
The two went wide eyed, running towards the two brothers.
"Who the hell are you?!" The woman asked.
"You're asking this with the walkers around us?! Just come on! We'll tell you later!" Tim said.
The two strangers didn't say a word, both just wanting to get off of the street as they ran with Ben and Tim. The four of them then ran into the gunstore, quickly locking the door behind them.
The woman and man looked at the people in the building, wide eyed as they saw the National Guard soldiers, the doctors, and the civilians.
"Holy shit! The military?!" the man asked.
"Shhhh! Quiet! The walkers will hear!" Mettic ordered.
The man and woman nodded as Eric approached them.
"Mind telling us your names?" Eric asked.
"My name is Shani Lawrence... This is my friend Steven Walker. We were at the FEMA camp when it got overrun..." Shani said, introducing her and Steven.
"Holy shit! You were at the FEMA camp?" Mitchell asked.
Shani nodded in confirmation as Brody looked away, not wanting to remember what happened at the camp.
"Yes... I was trying to help some injured people, but somehow my tent exploded because the propane tank next to it went up in flames. Thank god I was helping to bring some people in, but... god, I just hate people suffering... I don't know if I'll ever forget the screams..." Shani said, looking down.
"I met Shani not long after that. She was running down the street I was on, and we ended up trying to get out of the city together. As you could see, it hasn't been working." Steven said.
Brody went wide eyed as he heard Shani's statement...
She was working in the tent...?
"Well... we're trying to get back to the airport. It's got planes ferrying people out to the Hawaiian Islands... and I'm not supposed to offer this, and I'm being a little hypocritical for doing it... but I might be able to get you all a ride out." Mettic said.
"Oh my god, really?! Jesus, thank you, Sergeant!" Steven said.
"Is there any FEMA camps in Hawaii? I want to help the survivors." Shani said.
"Yeah, there's shitloads there... We'll bring you to the airport and get you a ride there, if we can." Osborn said.
Shani, Eric, Steven, Ben, and Tim all had looks of gratitude as they smiled at the National Guard soldiers. Mettic then looked out the back door of the building, finding no walkers.
"Alright... Grab some guns. We're heading out." Mettic said.
The group nodded and grabbed whatever guns they could. Osborn stuffed several semi-automatic rifles into a dufflebag, along with over a dozen handguns. Shani and Steven grabbed ammunition as Ben and Tim got several shotguns. In all, they had four dufflebags of guns and ammunition as they all ran out the back door of the gun store...
One way or another, they were going to get to the airport...