Fort Pastor was made up of three different parts. There was the courtyard, which Tricia was being led through now. It wasn't that wide, but had a small fountain in the middle. Then there were two bases, which looked more like prisons. There was the smaller one (the one they were going to) and the larger one which Tricia could see a few several hundred feet off. Both bases were connected in a myriad of attahchments to several smaller compounds that ran throughout the the base. The female soldier, a tanned woman with long black hair, tied in a knot, had introduced herself as Marissa. She led them through the first entrance into the small base, bringing them into a small circular room. They all stopped to catch a breath. Marissa slid a fresh
clip into her M16 and wiped sweat from her forehead. Dylan, Tricia, Tyler, and Madison were all exhausted, and slumped up against the wall. "Well, your welcome." said Marissa.
"Thank you," gasped Curtis, in between breaths. "No problem!" Marissa smirked and walked
out of the room. Tyler and Tricia exchanged a "This woman is kind of 'off"" look. Still, she'd saved their lives, so they followed her out of the room and into some sort of assembly hall. "Are you..", Curtis started, but then Marissa cut him off with a "Shh!" She motioned for all of them to
be silent. Her M16 was raised. The others followed warily. The assembly hall was dark and the walls were covered with blood. "Hey preacher man," whispered Marissa, "you and biker boy check the back. Take this." Reaching into her belt, she pulled out a deagle and a beretta,
and handed each to Curtis and Tyler. "What are we looking for exactly?" asked Curtis. "Creatures... you're not safe yet father." Marissa kicked open the door at the end of the room. There was nothing there but a shadowy hallway. Curtis looked over to Tyler, who just shrugged,
then both of them went over to the back door of the assembly room. It opened out into a maze of corridors, all metallic, all still covered with blood. "Lord.. what happened here," whispered Curtis to himself. Meanwhile, Tricia and Madison were staying close behind Marissa, who was
lead them up to a steel door with the words "Warning!" scrawled on the surface. Marissa slid it open, and there was only darkness ahead. "What's in there?" asked Tricia. Marissa turned and motioned for her to keep quiet. When she turned back, The body lurched in front of her. The
zombie, emerging from the shadows, came out from the doorway and grabbed hold of her neck. Marissa dropped the M16 as she struggled to free herself, the zombie's teeth gnashing at her arms as she tried to push it back "Maricone!" She reached into her belt and grabbed a small
switch-blade, even as the zombie's grip tightened on her throat. She jammed it into the thing's eye and it lurched back, releasing her neck. Marissa dropped to the floor, coughing. Within a second, the zombie was lunging forward again, the knife still stuck in its eye. Marissa couldn't
move, she just knelt there, frozen, waiting for death. The bullets of the M16 went off, waking Marissa out of her almost trance-like state. She looked up, as the zombie dropped to the floor, riddled with colt shots along its stomach and head. The smoke cleared, and there was Tricia,
breathing heavily, holding the M16. Half of the bullets had missed, but the other dozen or so had hit the target. "Nice work," breathed Marissa as she stood back up.
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Meanwhile, in the back, Curtis and Tyler were checking up on all the rooms nearby, so that they knew the corridors around the assembly hall were safe. Tyler entered one room, which was more like a janitor's closet, filled with brooms and an old TV. In the far corner, a body was strewn out, lying flat on its back. Tyler held his nose and walked closer to it, kneeling down next
to it. This guy's been dead for hours.. The corpse had a name-tag on his jacket that read "Ronnie,". Tyler spotted something else along the ciat. Slowly, his hand went down to the corpse's coat. Carefully, it found its way into the pocket and took the object lying
there. Two clips, for a beretta, nothing that important, still useful. While still kneeling, Tyler brought the first clip up to the once half empty gun, and slammed the ammo in. The minute he did, the corpse moved.
Surprise shot through Tyler as he practically jumped away from the moving body. His heart was thudding in his chest as his back bumped up against the door. The corpse was moving, but it wasn't getting up, it was just lying there...twitching. Tyler treid to catch his breath. He'd seen
them before.. twitchers. He knew what he had to do. Bringing the beretta up, he aimed it towards "Dead Ronnie's" head, and squeezed the trigger.
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In another hallway, Curtis heard the gunshot and he moved to where the sound was coming from. Just as he rounded the corner, he came upon the one thing he would never have expected to find. A dog, a huge rottweiler, blocking his path. It was growling viciously at him, drool
hanging from its teeth. Curtis took a step back, and as the initial shock began to ware off, he saw that the dog was actually on a chain, and that chain led to someone's hand. A figure
emerged from the shadows, holding the chain. Curtis saw the man was another soldier. The soldier stayed silent for a second, and then finally spoke. "Who the hell are you?"
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clip into her M16 and wiped sweat from her forehead. Dylan, Tricia, Tyler, and Madison were all exhausted, and slumped up against the wall. "Well, your welcome." said Marissa.
"Thank you," gasped Curtis, in between breaths. "No problem!" Marissa smirked and walked
out of the room. Tyler and Tricia exchanged a "This woman is kind of 'off"" look. Still, she'd saved their lives, so they followed her out of the room and into some sort of assembly hall. "Are you..", Curtis started, but then Marissa cut him off with a "Shh!" She motioned for all of them to
be silent. Her M16 was raised. The others followed warily. The assembly hall was dark and the walls were covered with blood. "Hey preacher man," whispered Marissa, "you and biker boy check the back. Take this." Reaching into her belt, she pulled out a deagle and a beretta,
and handed each to Curtis and Tyler. "What are we looking for exactly?" asked Curtis. "Creatures... you're not safe yet father." Marissa kicked open the door at the end of the room. There was nothing there but a shadowy hallway. Curtis looked over to Tyler, who just shrugged,
then both of them went over to the back door of the assembly room. It opened out into a maze of corridors, all metallic, all still covered with blood. "Lord.. what happened here," whispered Curtis to himself. Meanwhile, Tricia and Madison were staying close behind Marissa, who was
lead them up to a steel door with the words "Warning!" scrawled on the surface. Marissa slid it open, and there was only darkness ahead. "What's in there?" asked Tricia. Marissa turned and motioned for her to keep quiet. When she turned back, The body lurched in front of her. The
zombie, emerging from the shadows, came out from the doorway and grabbed hold of her neck. Marissa dropped the M16 as she struggled to free herself, the zombie's teeth gnashing at her arms as she tried to push it back "Maricone!" She reached into her belt and grabbed a small
switch-blade, even as the zombie's grip tightened on her throat. She jammed it into the thing's eye and it lurched back, releasing her neck. Marissa dropped to the floor, coughing. Within a second, the zombie was lunging forward again, the knife still stuck in its eye. Marissa couldn't
move, she just knelt there, frozen, waiting for death. The bullets of the M16 went off, waking Marissa out of her almost trance-like state. She looked up, as the zombie dropped to the floor, riddled with colt shots along its stomach and head. The smoke cleared, and there was Tricia,
breathing heavily, holding the M16. Half of the bullets had missed, but the other dozen or so had hit the target. "Nice work," breathed Marissa as she stood back up.
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Meanwhile, in the back, Curtis and Tyler were checking up on all the rooms nearby, so that they knew the corridors around the assembly hall were safe. Tyler entered one room, which was more like a janitor's closet, filled with brooms and an old TV. In the far corner, a body was strewn out, lying flat on its back. Tyler held his nose and walked closer to it, kneeling down next
to it. This guy's been dead for hours.. The corpse had a name-tag on his jacket that read "Ronnie,". Tyler spotted something else along the ciat. Slowly, his hand went down to the corpse's coat. Carefully, it found its way into the pocket and took the object lying
there. Two clips, for a beretta, nothing that important, still useful. While still kneeling, Tyler brought the first clip up to the once half empty gun, and slammed the ammo in. The minute he did, the corpse moved.
Surprise shot through Tyler as he practically jumped away from the moving body. His heart was thudding in his chest as his back bumped up against the door. The corpse was moving, but it wasn't getting up, it was just lying there...twitching. Tyler treid to catch his breath. He'd seen
them before.. twitchers. He knew what he had to do. Bringing the beretta up, he aimed it towards "Dead Ronnie's" head, and squeezed the trigger.
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In another hallway, Curtis heard the gunshot and he moved to where the sound was coming from. Just as he rounded the corner, he came upon the one thing he would never have expected to find. A dog, a huge rottweiler, blocking his path. It was growling viciously at him, drool
hanging from its teeth. Curtis took a step back, and as the initial shock began to ware off, he saw that the dog was actually on a chain, and that chain led to someone's hand. A figure
emerged from the shadows, holding the chain. Curtis saw the man was another soldier. The soldier stayed silent for a second, and then finally spoke. "Who the hell are you?"
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