A/N If you haven't already, read The Support, because this is the sequel. Enjoy.

31st July 1987

I think that it started about twelve years ago. Dad was talking to Uncle Demo, who had paid an unexpected visit, and, that night, dad came up to my room when I was in bed to say that something bad had happened around Benson Ridge. At the time, I didn't take much notice, as Benson Ridge was, to me, a million miles away. He didn't know much about what had happened, as Uncle Demo didn't know that much either, but it included a company, Aperture Science, or something like that. After that, life started going down hill, slowly at first, and then, over the last few weeks, very fast indeed.

A year after Uncle Demo visited, mum had a baby boy, whom they called Bartley. He's only recently realised how bad things are. It took him almost eleven years to do so, but he's always been a bit on the slow side.

At the beginning of the month, Uncle Demo paid us another visit. I think it was the first time that Bartley had met him in person, rather than listening to the descriptions of mum, dad, and myself. Uncle Demo wanted to talk to dad, but was happy for me to be around. I mean, I am seventeen. Uncle Demo said that Uncle Sniper had found something bad around the Aperture Science owned Benson Ridge weapons facility when hunting in the area, but didn't specify exactly what, and then had promptly left for Australia.

Uncle Spy got involved, and, although he didn't know what Uncle Sniper had found, he did find that Aperture Science were doing some sort of weapon development, but was found by the plant workers before he could identify exactly what weapon was being developed. All Uncle Spy learnt was that it was a biological weapon. Uncles Heavy, Medic, and Scout were in Canada, and Uncle Demo couldn't get hold of them. I hope they're okay, and haven't run into any trouble.

About a fortnight ago, Uncle Demo turned up at about nine o'clock in the evening, and said that we should pack our bags and go to his house. Dad asked why, and Uncle Demo replied that his house was safer than ours. We went.

I'd never been to Uncle Demo's house before. It was between the White Sands National Monument and the San Andres National Wildlife Refuge. Uncle Demo was driving very fast, urgently even, and refused to answer any of our questions. The journey that should have taken an hour and ten minutes took thirty-five minutes.

When we arrived, we all were tired and falling asleep, but dad asked Uncle Demo why he'd taken us to his house. Uncle Demo said six words: The weapon has accidentally been released.

Inside Uncle Demo's prefabricated house, a few lights were on, as a few other people were present: Uncles Soldier, Spy, and Engineer, along with Pyro. Dad and his former co-workers are old, with wrinkles and grey hair. If they needed to fight, I doubted that they'd last for a few hours. We all ended up sleeping in the living room that night, some on the floor, some on the pull-out bed, another on a couch.

We've stayed at Uncle Demo's for two weeks now. Mum, myself, and Bartley stayed out of the way of dad and the rest of the former RED mercenaries. Dad and Uncle Demo seem to be obsessed with wearing kilts, because they've worn them every single day. Dad and the most of the other former mercenaries went out hunting every day, to supplement Uncle Demo's dwindling stockpile of food, as Uncle Spy was doing what his name suggested in Alamogordo. We all knew that, eventually, we'd have to go back there.

However, tonight, the night before we were due to go back to Alamogordo, Uncle Spy arrived at Uncle Demo's house, close to death, and covered in blood. Uncle Engineer, with his Frontier Justice least Uncle Spy be an enemy, was the first person to get to him, and the only one to hear what Uncle Spy had to say before the latter died. Uncle Spy had discovered that the biological weapon he'd uncovered four weeks ago had zombiefied people within about thirty miles of Benson Ridge. Zombies had taken over almost all of Alamogordo, with only a couple of undermanned and underpowered groups of survivors. Uncle Engineer told us what Uncle Spy had found out.

I think it was Uncle Demo who asked what we should do next. Uncle Engineer pumped his Frontier Justice before he spoke.

"We go later tonight, and enter Alamogordo at dawn."

Uncle Soldier grinned eagerly, and started waving his shovel around. Uncle Demo seemed slightly less eager that Uncle Soldier, but eager nonetheless. Dad seemed quite happy to fight, as did Bartley. I just wanted to be part of the action, although I didn't really want to fight. Mum, however, didn't want to go, so Uncle Demo suggested that she stayed at his house until our "little expedition" (as Uncle Soldier put it) returned.

Uncle Spy was buried near the forest, with a stone the size of the Frenchman's head wearing his balaclava as a rough tombstone.

We took enough food for a day, and left mum the rest, putting our food in a couple of backpacks that Uncle Demo had stashed away in his wardrobe. Uncle Engineer gave Bartley and myself a custom-made pistol each, although I don't think either of us know how to use them. The surviving mercenaries had an assortment of what dad called "unlockable" weapons, and some others which dad said came from "item sets". We set off around half past one in the morning, doubling up on the four bicycles that Uncle Demo had in his shed, but rarely ever used.

It's almost dawn now, and we're just outside Alamogordo. Uncle Soldier is watching the city, siting on a rock with his rocket launcher, while Uncle Demo, strangely going into battle with a sword, shield, and black boots, is getting ready to charge. The rest of us are getting ready. We'll be entering Alamogordo soon, and facing its undead hordes.

A/N So there's chapter one. More chapters should be coming soon. Please rate and review.