Eugene woke up because of Marcus
"Aagh, what do you want?"
"C'mon man, we gotta go, the driver sent us to a military place"
"Oh? Alright."
Eugene gets up, fixes his shirt and jumps down the truck. He's greeted by a squad of soldiers, along with Paul and Jessica waiting for them both.
"What the fuck does it mean we're reserves?"
"It means you gotta grab a gun, shoot some infecteds and do your damn job!"
"I didn't sign up for no reserve shit, and you better not make m-"
"Or what? You wanna show off your shiny hammer? Fuck outta here and get on the boat, our radio gal will give you a clue of what to do. Grab these headphones."
The military squad's leader and probably the outpost's as well, lends four headphones to the survivor group, leading them to the weapons locker. They're greeted by another soldier named Josh.
"So, you guys are the so-called "reserves"?"
"I guess." Jessica says.
"Well, I'll briefly explain what's the deal here: we need brave men and women alike to go down in an aquatic facility, there was another squad that went down there and we lost contact with them hours ago. Find them if you can, possibly not infected."
"Well that sure is inspiring. For fuck's sake." Eugene answers.
"Don't blame me- uh... what's-your-name."
"It's Eugene. Eugene Grant."
"Alright, good. We haven't got much since the outbreak started, our original HQ had most of our weapons, and we're reduced to pistols and small shotguns"
"Tsk, National Guard my ass." Paul childishly says.
"Wanna go with that broken hammer of yours? Be me guest."
"Fuck off, Marcus."
"Shut up, both of you. Zombies are already a pain in the ass to deal with themselves, and I gotta deal with your hissy fits as well? You better shut the fuck up now before I leave you in that facility." After Eugene's bold reply, everyone stopped to talk, except the soldier:
"Alright: Who's got good aim?"
"Uhh, me and Marcus."
"Good, you guys take the pistols."
"Should've shut the fuck up."
"Touchè, Marcus."
"The girl takes the small shotgun, call it "Super Shorty"."
"Name's Jessica."
"Punk, you take the aluminium bat."
"Fuck yeah."
"Now go near the boat, our radio gal will get in touch with you when you'll get inside the facility."
"Alright, be safe."
"You should say it to each other!"
While leaving the weapons locker, Marcus takes a minute to analyze the enviroment and who's in it: almost dead survivors, families in terrible situations, soldiers with no morale at all... as if all of the world's problems reunited here, in this very outpost. The scent of death could be felt everywhere, even in the safest of places. Even the Barnsdale farm was almost as bad as this place. While Marcus was distracted thinking, the group reaches for the boat, with another guy waiting for them.
"You guys are the reserves?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"Well, this is your boat to get to that facility. I guess you already passed by the weapons locker and whatnot, yes?"
"Exactly. When do we have to start?"
"Right now actually, we've got to rescue the team today, or we will consider them M.I.A or K.I.A., we haven't got much time."
"Can we at least rest for a minute? Goddamn."
"Sure, take your time, but you guys gotta get in and outta that place before tomorrow dawn. Got it?"
"Fine." Eugene said, ending the dialogue with the sailor.
The group decides to rest near the dock, using a small room as a temporary house. After 20 minutes spent doing nothing, Paul speaks up:
"Are they fucking real? I mean, we've witnessed the shit their smartass scientists had done, and now we gotta clean up their crap without blinking an eye? Fuck's sakes."
"Either that or you'll be kicked out."
"It still doesn't mean they have the right to bark orders at us like big boys and send us to Hell-On-Earth places like if were cannon fodder! Heck, I can't even shoot, why should I use a damn shotgun?!"
"You wanna get executed for resisting?"
"Fuck their execution, I ain't their toy soldier. I just wanna live through this shit, or die like a man."
"That'll come soon if you keep behaving like a self-centered douchebag."
"Shut the fuck up, Marcus."
"Hey! Wanna put up a fight?"
"Chill out, both of you. I already said that you gotta chill the fuck out, and you're bitching again? I'll leave you in an alleyway filled with zombies myself if you don't quit it."
"Well, uh... Eugene. You've got a plan to not die?"
"Try to watch someone's back, and he'll watch yours. Nothing much. Oh and, try to actually aim."
"Fuck off."
"What? I'm being serious, Jessica!"
"Oh, why am I wasting time talking about this."
"Guys, shouldn't we get to the boat now? It's starting to get dark."
"Fuck it, let's go."
Eugene and the group reach for the boat, climbing on it with a careful jump. Then the boat sails away, getting closer and closer to the underwater facility. After half an hour of sailing and Paul trying not to vomit, the boat stops in front of the facility's entrance.
"Ah-qwa-tee-cah. The hell is this place?"
"I don't like it at all. And why are there wooden boards?"
"Let's just destroy them."
Paul swings his bat and smashes the barricades blocking the middle entrance. The first second they step foot in, they knew troubles were coming their way. But they didn't think of "Death From Above". An unknown zombiefied creature was watching the four survivors analyzing the area before going down the elevators. The creature was quite built up, and the only thing he wore were pants. Literally. Another zombie approaches the creature's position, maybe trying to understand what's he doing. The creature somehow orders him to go down the vents and wait for them. And again, somehow, the zombie understood the creature's slow but simple English mixed with growls.
"Tsk, there ain't no zombies here. What bullshit."
"You'll get your chance when we go down. Let's take an elevator."
As soon as Eugene pushed the button to make the elevator go up, the button glowed yellow, and a loud sound was slowly intensifying. With a beep, the elevator reached their floor. Everyone stepped in and right before Eugene could press the button again, the elevator went down by itself, blocking at a certain point. They could still climb up and get back to the room where they came from, but the lights went out, and a red rectangle appeared in Eugene's view, but there was actually nothing when he looked in the rectangle's direction.
"The fuck?! What's going on?"
"I don't fucking know! Let's ge-AAAAAH"
The elevator falls down, landing with a very loud racket. Eugene was now alone, in the dark. The boat's engine exploded, the glass panels covering the roof shattered, he hears bloody footsteps, he sees them, but there's nothing. He hears a child's voice, but he doesn't understand where is she or what is she saying. He just wants to run away, and before he gets to the exit, a large object falls down, cracking Eugene's skull with a killing blow.
"Tsk, there ain't no zombies here. What bullshit."
"You'll get your chance when we go down. Let's take an elevator."
"...Eugene? You alright? Have you seen a ghost or something?"
"N-nope. Don't worry, Marcus, everything's fine here. Do we have to take the elevators though?"
"Yup. Why?"
"Nothin'."
Marcus calls the elevator, and when it comes to their floor, he steps in first, waiting for the others. After that everyone's inside, he pushes the button. The elevator goes down without problems, much to Eugene's delight. After ten seconds of impatiently waiting for the elevator's doors to open, they finally do so. Little they did know, the depths of Hell were tinted ocean blue tonight. Will they fight, or will they be forgotten in the deep blue?