After nearly a day of puttering about in the small searay, the rag tag group ran out of gas near the city of Columbus, Georgia, and floated along the Chattahochee, running up on the shore near Fort Benning, the U.S. Army Base. Neither Coal nor Ethan liked this one bit. This was probably where the Military forces outside of Atlanta came from. The very same ones working congruently with Umbrella, both of which were trying to kill them. But they had no choice. Coal and Ethan went on shore to investigate, leaving Blake, Theo, and Luke behind to gaurd the boat. None of the boys seemed to mind, although Ethan wanted to stay behind as well, Coal wouldn't let him.
"I don't see why we both need to go out and die." Ethan said begrudgingly.
"For the last time, Ethan, its called investigating." Coal said while ducking under some low hanging branches, his nearly empty Glock held tightly in his hands.
"Tomato, tamato." Ethan said before smacking his face on the same branches Coal had just ducked under. "Son of a bitch!" he snapped, thrashing at the branches.
"Shut up!" Coal hissed.
"Why?" Ethan asked. "The government probably evacuated this entire area already, its not like..." Ethan trailed off when he heard it too. A twig snapping and lose debris being shifted about by falling feet. The sounds of foot falls were all around the men now. The owners being concealed by the tree lines. Ethan and Coal went back to back, aiming their Glocks at the rustling branches. Neither had much ammo left, before they left the boat the two took an inventory of the groups ammo and weapons. Needing to leave the boys with something to defend themselves with, Ethan and Coal split up the remaining thirteen rounds between themselves for their sidearms; Ethan took seven while Coal took six. From the sounds of it, it would not be enough.
From somewhere in front of Coal, someone screamed "Drop your weapons!" Not even a second later nearly twenty soldiers sprung up all around the men. They were dot with laser sights, a plethora of weapons aimed directly at them. Coal saw Assault rifles, SMGs, shotguns, he even saw an MK11 sniper rifle. Military grade.
"Fat chance, fuckoh." Ethan said, steeling himself against the onslaught. Coal slowly lowered his weapon and raised his arm up resting it on Ethan's lowering his, as well. These soldiers were not Umbrella mercs, nor were they the Army, they were something else entirely. Not only were their fatigues different; tan pants, OD green tactical vests. But the feeling that Coal got in the pit of his stomach wasn't impending doom, but safety.
Ethan gave Coal a confused and angry stare. "What the fuck are you doing, mate?" he asked in a hushed tone. Coal with a heavy breath said the following;
"We are survivors from the Atlanta outbreak. My name is Joshua Coal, Sergeant with the Atlanta PD, this is Ethan Rayne, former Contractor with Umbrella. There are three others survivors on a boat a few hundred yards away."