CHAPTER 7: TIME TO MOVE OUT

NEW YORK CITY, 2551, AUGUST 22, 1300 HOURS

John opened the door to see the wide door of the bunker to be greeted by a wave of dust, which swept into the large room." Well, pack two of the warthogs. Were going to Boston, Massachusetts to meet up with a group of survivors that sent a message over the radio, saying they have he entire city under human control, and were gonna need an army to fight the new army. Ooorah?' John asked, knowing the answer that he was going to hear. "Oorraahh!' the rest of the team yelled. But as they were packing up, Blac said, "So were going into a city that for all we know could be crawling with zombies but we think it'll be all happy and joyous and get an army of what? Kids? All the fighters are dead or in the control of Sam. That bitch.' This shocked John, for normally Blac just followed orders, didn't rebuttal or ask questions. But now he brought some good points to light. They were going into uncharted territory that for all they know could be a big trap to kill the rest of the planets habitance of humans. "Well Blac, what other choice do we have? I mean, really. We aren't gonna be able to take out the entire army that is now ten times as powerful with the Eliets we saw join the zombies. This is our best shot." John said reasonably." But then again, maybe there's another way?" walawits said. "Oooo, doo gong walawits, do gong" fox said, intrigued by the tone of his voice. "If we can get of this planet, we can maybe get some rebels or someone else in the other systems to help us." Walawits said. "There's only one problem, we don't have anything to go into space with," Blac said in a smart ass tone which annoyed Walawits. "So no to ?" asked Fox in a disappointed voice. "But there's always the long distance radio in the Pentagon." Cortana said, the last AI. "And you expect us to go in there and what? Just say "O hay, we need to use the phone."? No that's obscured; I think we should just make this city a walking death trap by setting mines, and motion sensor turrets we have and kill the zombies head on. They know were here already." The bickering went on as they packed and when they finished, John said" First to Boston, then to D.C. Well see if there is any humans that can help us and if there is, we'll recruit them into our army." which mad the bickering stop and Blac mad. Walawits gave an "I told ya so" look directed towards Blac's direction,and Blac just started to rage under his breath as he was on the turret of Johns warthog. "Spartans roll out!" John said as the long ride to Boston began. "How long till we reach point A, Cortana?" Asked John." About 5 hours if you floor it, Chief.' Cortana replied. But then, the ride was to be stopped by a sight that bewildered all of the Spartans.