Colonel Espio dwindled with his Berrata 14, the official officer pistol. He sat behind his desk, with a shot of vodka to his right and his terminal in front of him. He saw the entire scene before him. Fellow soldiers shooting and eating each other. The infected had nearly overwhelmed all of the remaining soldiers. Anyone else who had not been infected had been torn apart, limb from limb. It got out... the Colonel thought to himself. They said they had it contained... the engineers had lied. No, the Goverment had lied. Espio took a shot of vodka and set the small glass on the desk, always trying to look neat. He examined his side arm. He had to shoot his fellow officers in the head, for they were all infected. His standard Berrate 14 held fourteen rounds of 10mm bullets. He had used three bullets on Magor Vector, six bullets on General Mighty, and five bullets on Luiteninant Blaze. This left him with one bullet... the officer set the gun at the left side of the desk. This shall be my last resort... and with that thought, the Colonel had began to string together a plan of action.

"We're almost there!" The sergeant shouted. Private SOnic and Sergeant Knuckles had been on the run for five straight minutes. The horde had grown in numbers, for now there were about one-hundred infected soldiers sprinting towards the two un-infected soldiers, in hope to feed on un-taunted meat. Private Sonic and Sergeant Knuckles were both down to thier Colt M-5 pistols, for they had spray bullets at the mass of insane people to put some distance between them. The two soldiers had made it to the command center. Sergeant Knuckles pushed the doors open; as Private Sonic had rushed to the metal doors to lock the doors. The doors would not apprehend to Sonic's commands.

"THEY WONT LOCK!" Sonic screamed. The horde was getting closer. Sergeant Knuckles ran to the door.

"HERE!" He shouted. He rammed his Empty M5 Carbine in between the two metal door handles, thus making the doors un-accessible. The infected had rammed into the door, pounding and scratching, practicly begging to be let inside. The crys of the infected's disapiontment we're un-bearable...

"We gotta find the Colonel..." Sergeant Knuckles said. Sonic nodded his head in agreement, still pointing his pistol towards the blocked door. Sonic knew that if the infected had broken in, he wouldn't pull the trigger towards them... he would pull the trigger towards himself. Sonic had enough common sense to relize these things has Zombies, for he had watched many Zombie flicks back in his day. "Rise of the Zombie", "Zombie Chainsaw Massacure"; all good flicks.

"Come on man..." Knuckles said, looking at the receptionist desk with suspicious eyes... "We gotta move."

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... She thought as four of the undead fuckers chased her. She did her best to prevent an infection... but she could do nothing but run to prevent her infection. Amy Rose had always tried to do the right thing. Always tried to help the wounded. Always tried to prevent heaven from taking in a fresh soul. She felt helpless. All she could do was run... just run... She saw the 20 foot guard tower. Perfect, she thought. Once she was up, she could easily push the infected down to thier death. She jumped on the ladder and climbed the guard tower, hoping to reach the platform. She felt something grab her ankle. She kicked out her left foot and hit an infected in the face, causing it to fall off the ladder and land on the ground. It got right back up. Amy climbed the ladder faster. For whatever reason, the infected had always moved faster than the non-infected. Lead medic Amy Rose had made it to the platform. On the floor of the guard tower were two bum soldiers sleeping through the terrifying night. One had binoculars, the other had a sniper rifle. Amy swept the Sniper Rifle from underneath Lynch and took aim at the coming infected. She fired a .305 round straight down the ladder, penetrating three infected fuckers at with one bullet. The sound of the gun fire had awoken both Chuck and Lynch.

Lynch snatched the Sniper Rifle from Amy, who was still clamping her hear from the noise of the Sniper Rifle. Lynch didn't even have time to slap Amy, for another infected had climbed up the ladder and was on the platform. It ran towards a surprised Chuck, choking the bum soldier on the ground.

"GAAAAHHH" Chuck screamed in terror... "GET THIS FUCKER OFF ME!" Lynch kicked the infected soldier off Chuck. The soldier got right back up, ready for another attack. It charged towards Amy. She managed to get out of the way just in time, for the infected fucker ran into the Guard Tower railing and flipped himself over, thus leading him to his death from 40 feet in the air. Lynch looked at Amy, in an angry fashion. They werent going to make it easy for her.

"What the hell?" Lynch said, still mad from Amy's arrival. Lynch walked up to Amy and slapped her across the face. Amy was stunned. "We're you trying to get us killed? Pysho Bitch!" Lynch raised his hand again. Amy prepared for another assualt. She knew she couldn't defend from both of the bums. And right now, being smack by some pissed off dumb-asses sounded much better than being eaten alive by her comrades. Chuck held Lynches arm, not allowing him to bring more harm to the medic.

"Stop it..." Chuck said, in a demanding voice. Lynch shook his arm from Chuck's grasp.

"Stop what? Beating the shit out of this pyscho bitch?" Lynch said sarcasticly.

"Yes..." Lynch looked at Chuck, feeling betrayed. Amy just stared out the scene.

"Thanks to this... stupid BITCH!" Lynch shouted, walking over to the edge of the tower... "We got all of these FUCKERS surrounding the tower man!" Lynch pointed at the ground. 40 feet below, there was a mass of infected people, making an attempt to climb the ladder. The mass just shoved and pushed each other, making climbing the ladder pretty much impossible. But not all the way impossible. "Like shit dude, what if they got up?"

"They won't..." Amy said. She walked over to the edge of the tower, and kicked the wood ladder down from it's original position, sending it 40 feet below; crashing into the undead. Lynch walked up to Amy and slapped her with a loud SMACK!

"NOW HOW ARE WE SUPPOSE TO GET DOWN, YOU STUPID BITCH!" Lynch screamed, literally tearing out his hair. Amy walked up to Lynch and slapped him across his face, with an even loudder SMACK!

"Now lets get one thing straight..." Amy said, in a low, dark tone, "Don't you dare ever call me a bitch, or I swear to god, I will FUCKING RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND SHIT DOWN YOUR THROAT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" Both Chuck and Lynch were now in shock. Apperently, the pretty little 'hoachie momma' had a voice. Lynch sat down on the guart tower platform, defeated.

"There is no god..." He said quietly to himself.

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