Ahhhhh……sorry I haven't up dated in quite the while, but have found new light and inspiration, and am ready to update this and a few of my other stories I have posted on this wonderful, wonderful place where new school and old school DooM fans can come together and bond, in a strictly plutonic way of coarse ;) LONG LIVE DOOM!

And without further adu (can't spell) the story continues….

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I felt myself groan, I couldn't hear it because my ears had been blown in the crash. I struggled for a moment to open my eyes, they were caked with something, blood I guessed, what else could it be? When I finally opened them, I wished they had stayed shut. The destruction I saw rivaled that of the airport. Buildings were completely razed; the field of corn that we were fortunate enough to land in was afire, thankfully a ways away from my squads' position. Then it hit me. Where the hell is my squad? And better yet where were WE? My head started spinning and I laid down for only a minute, and blacked out.

When I awoke again I felt somewhat refreshed, as refreshed as one can get after seeing everything that you once loved, hated, and didn't even give a crap about, getting totally annihilated in a day and a half. Nothing humans could ever do to each other. Or want to. I went back to thoughts of my squad. My first attempt at standing was futile as I fell down face first. Blushing, I tried again, this time making it to full standing position before having to lean on the shredded The Savior. I searched the ground around me to look for my helmet, but then realized I was wearing it. I must have REALLY taken a hit to the head. But I Know I didn't have my M16, but found it almost right next to me on what remained of a flight seat.

I walked away form the crash with only a bad headache and a few scratches in search of my squad. Then something caught my eye. It was a building, a large one story school, the sign out-front reading 'Orland Junior High School' with a chunk of 'Junior' missing, but I got the jist. There might be kids in there! I thought franticly. I took priorities, I loved my squad like a family, no, they WERE my family now, and everyone else was dead as far as I knew. But children were defenses, my squad could hold there own for now. I knew what had to be done.

I sprinted towards the school, checking my gear; I had my combat boot knife, five extra clips, three fragmentation grenades and one flash bang. I had unfortunately lost my attachable grenade launcher back before we even bordered the plane, and I had no hopes of seeing another one anytime soon, if ever.

When I made it to the school I had no need to find the front door, there was a gaping whole in one of the walls big enough for three people to walk abreast. I stepped threw the giant hole and over a pile of debris. The sight I took in was horrifying beyond anything I have ever seen yet. Piles and piles of bodies, some still grasping on to what little life they had left, pleading for help as I walked by. I'm not heartless, but there was nothing I could do! I backed against a wall as I saw one of the children stagger towards me in a manner I only associated with one category; Zombies. He was a tall kid, slightly chubby, and was missing the bottom half of his head and one of his arms. I stared for a minute almost forgetting my marine instincts, shot first, look later, and was brought out of it by a swing that was close enough to smell his rancid flesh. I raised my rifle and squared it on his chest and squeezed off a round that punctured his chest, but not stopping him! And then I remembered all of those cheesy horror movies and leveled the rifle at his head and fired three rounds, blowing away what was left. I headed down a hallway that was completely dark brushing against the walls to steer me.

When I encountered my next zombie, it was a female, a teacher I guessed. She was feasting one a poor student and I disturbed her. She turned to face me, pieces of raw flesh hanging out of her mouth. I raised my M16 and fired four shots this time, the zombie girl falling right on my feet.

This was gonna be a loooooong day…

Sorry to end it like this but I'm grounded and I only had little time to work on it review if possible, all welcome! 

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