"So who are we waiting for?" Christopher asked the two ATP Engineers. Christopher was busy looking out the large window in the room, staring down at the streets below. The zeds were now more active than ever around the front of the building.

Nobody was going to get out that way.

His eyes were particularly focused on the sniper on the roof of the building next door, who was taking shots at the zeds in the streets. 'Who the hell does he think he is' the agent pondered to himself.

He turned around and looked at Rocky and Thorn who were busy conversing at a table on the other side of the room, their weapons in between them on the table. Christopher was being ignored. He stomped his foot loudly and that seem to get Rocky's attention in a second. The Engineer turned his head to face the other agent and asked quickly:

"What is it?" Christopher put his hand over his eyes and asked his question again.

"Who are we waiting for?" Following up by saying: "I want to make sure it's not anyone I know."

"We're waiting for Agent Sanderson, Dr. Stunder and that soldat who's name I can't remember." Thorn tapped his partners shoulder and and gave him a name.

"I think he called himself Roy. Ricky? Something like that." The two men shrugged, and Chris turned back to the window. It was such a long way, over forty stories, down. The street lights still glowed in the now present darkness that engulfed his world. He missed how the world used to be before the chaos. Before the madness. The engineers on the other hand didn't give a rat's ass about the past. They only cared about getting out of the hell that they hadn't even begun to experience yet. Not Chris. Chris had friends that he had been hoping to meet up with, but so far, he was the only one of the best mother humping team left alive.

"We've been waiting for twenty minutes!" He stated, his back still to the window. "Are you sure he's coming?" The agent questioned. "We can make a break for it. Signal a helicopter or something." Thorn got up out of his chair and put one hand on his hip and his other on the table.

"Do you have a radio? Something we can signal a helicopter with?" Chris was silent for a moment before awkwardly answering:

"I… thought... you would..."

"Oh no, that comes outta your pocket, buddy." Thorn restated. "We only have a truck and it's down on the streets. Now if you haven't taken a look at the streets then i'd like to know what you're staring at." Chris felt a little hurt by the comment and didn't feel like even responding to his rescuer. That's when the doors across the room burst open, sending Rocky and Thorn to immediately go for their guns.

"Freeze!" They heard being yelled at them by one of the assailants. The Engineers grabbed and aimed their guns, steading them at the new targets. Standing in the doorway were two men. The one on the left, aiming an FN FAL, was a grunt with dark red blood stains on his shirt. A bloody hand print seemed to be almost burned into his cloths, reminding him of his kill. On his head was a dark grey beanie and a pair of yellow tinted star shades that looked like they were from the last century. An odd combination for an agent.

The other was a simple 1337 Agent, armed with a remington 870. His black shades shined in the light of the room. The black plastic complimented his clean, perfectly pressed suit and black tie that hung from his neck. He jerked his shotty forward at the two engineers while his henchmen pointed his gun at Christopher, who held his hands up in the air. The guy must have know who Christopher was because he quickly shifted his aim over to Rocky and Thorn. Christopher was concerned that these idiots might ruin the rescue.

"Hold it and drop those guns!" The black suited man demanded from the ATP agents. Rocky kept his gun aimed at the man and did not respond.

"Agent-" Began the engineer calmly. But the black suited man didn't take a second to interrupt him.

"I SAID DROP!" Rocky did respond this time by slowly pointing his gun down and placed it down on the table in front of him. Thorn was also quick to lower his before he could be fired upon.

"Connor," Christopher said to the smith shade wearing agent, pointing their guns at his new allies. "these guys are part of a rescue team, they're here to get us out of here."

"Did they tell you to say that, Chris?" Said the Agent, keeping his eyes and weapon locked on Rocky and Thorn. "We can put a bullet in both of em right now! Just say the word."

"No, guys, they're fine." Insisted Christopher. The one called Connor held on to his gun for a few more precious seconds then stole a glance of his partner before taking his left hand off the rack and slowly lowering it.

"Sorry, old habits." He insisted as he began walking over to Chris. The other guy pointed his gun down and let it hang freely by his side. "So who are you guys anyway? Are you actually here for a rescue? Or are you here to kill the dead like the last twenty teams command sent?"

"We prefer to just rescue people." Thorn insisted. "We came here looking for Dr. Eric." Connor adjusted his shades before replying and looking off at Christopher.

"He's dead." Said the agent, as if it was really no big deal that the man they came there for was dead.

"Dammit." Rocky said under his breath. While heading over to Christopher and extending his hand out, Connor smiled. He grasped his apparent friend's hand and shook it firmly before letting go.

"Good to see you made it." He stated.

"Why were you looking for Eric in particular?" The beanie wearing guy pondered to the Engineers.

"Um… Hey, what did you say your names were again?" Thorn asked as he pulled out the picture he had pocketed earlier, trying to dodge the question. "You're Connor and he is…?"

"This is Roy." Connor stated and pointed back to his team member. "What's that you got there. A document of some kind? Special orders?"

"Uh, no." Thorn replied. "It's a photo we found of the best mother humping team there is. I figured we could use the best team there is here."

"I'm sure others survived. Most of them went down town actually. They tried to-" Connor chuckled but was cut off this time before he could finish.

"Hold Floral street." Finished Thorn. Connor turned his head back back to look at the Engineer who just stared back at him as if to telekinetically say:

How did you know that?

"Lucky guess." Just when Connor was about to ask a question, the elevator quietly dinged and opened it's doors. Connor and Roy snapped into action and brought their guns up, aiming then at the elevator, ready to open fire. The first things they caught sight of where a pair of raised hands.

"Hold up there!" Came a familiar voice. It was Sanderson. Along with , two more 1337 agents, and a very tired looking Rodney who couldn't stop scratching the skin around his eye piece. "We're friendly!" Connor turned his head over to his partner, Roy, who asked the other agent:

"Are you the rescue team?" To which Sanderson replied:

"Yes we are." He took a few steps out of the elevator putting his hands down, as if that was a signal the rest of the group followed him. William then pointed to the people with him. "Dr. Stunder, Rodney, and 1337 crewmembers Denis and paul." Everyone turned their attention to Sanderson as he walked near Rocky and sat down next to him. "Why don't we all take a little rest while we're up here."

"William," Rodney began as he started walking to Sanderson. "we haven't been walking for long." Thorn and Rocky exchanged glances and then said simultaneously to the Soldat:

"We'll take a break."

That was enough for everyone else. The newly added agents Denis and paul walked over to Roy and began conversing with them about their situation. Talking about Sandersons pan on escaping since the lobby was over run, getting out of the city, and getting on with their lives since their loved ones in the city were probably already dead. Dr. Stunder made his way across the room and through the doors on the other side. He was going straight to the pantry to check for any food there might have been. Thorn got up, walked over to agents Christopher and Connor, trying to properly introduce himself and possibly make up some heroic story about himself to impress. Meanwhile, Rodney just stood there staring at his current leader. Waiting for acknowledgment. He was annoyed at the way the others just brushed him off and wished for respect. But he knew he couldn't step out of bounds with his injury. The Soldat would need the help to escape and finish his mission.

Rodney glanced around the room taking in the faces. Most of the men he saw he'd never seen before today and wouldn't really care if they died so long as they didn't interrupt his plans. But he did know agents Denis and Paul. He kept his eyes fixed on them as he went through his memory.

Denis was a serious agent, a little too serious for the job, maybe, but he got his work done. He twirled around his crappy Glock 20 as he talked with the other agent and went on about having to shoot fellow undead agents to save himself. Denis was a strong man, deep voiced, and was actually quite muscular under his suit. The Agent had the power to crush a man's windpipe with one really good hit before trying to strangle you to finish the job. Fighting was not uncommon in the agency, so his strength came in handy for Melee battles Rodney remembered him as the agent who operated the firing range of the facility as well as trained new grunts. Denis was also a man who enjoyed bringing pain onto others. It was a very negative trait that was kept from the public area yet it was encouraged in the agents when in private combat. He was looked down on by the Soldat just like the man's partner, Paul.

To Rodney's memory, Paul had recently been given the rank of agent a week before the incident took hold and had little to no field training. He was also a slipshot marksman and a poor excuse for an agent. He'll probably die before we leave the building thought Rodney. Paul was also soft spoken and usually let people boss him around. It was worth wondering how he wasn't dead or turned undead for that matter. Though he was new, he got his jobs done and advanced into the 1337 crew after just one month. Paul was the kind of man that annoyed Rodney with his ineffectiveness in a combat situation.

Yeah, sir, you might want to take this." Rocky went on, drawing the Soldat's attention back to Sanderson and the others. "In case something happens." The Engineer opened his satchel and retrieved the note, handing it over to Sanderson. Sanderson slowly took the note from Rocky and unfolded it.

"What am I reading?" He asked his employee. Rocky tapped the piece of paper a few times while he answered the man.

"It's a report by one of the staff during the outbreak. We found it on the body of an agent. I think he might have been killed because of it." Rodney stepped a bit closer and looked over the shoulder of Sanderson. Glancing at the note his face fell. He forgot about the reports and struggled to remember if any confidential information was written in any of them before concluding there wouldn't be.

"That's quite the accusation to make." Sanderson stated as he finished reading the note. He folded the report , pulled open his coat, and slid it in his internal pocket, then patted it closed. "I'll keep it anyway."

"Sanderson," Rodney said to his boss. "why would you want to keep something like that?" Asked the soldat.

"Souvenir." He answered as he pulled out his pistol from his coat, pointing it at the ceiling. "Anything else you two would like to report?"

"This photo!" Thorn hastily pointed out as he pulled the picture of the best mother humping team there is from his satchel. He quickly handed it over to his boss who snatched it up as soon as it appeared. Taking a close look at the members in the photo, Sanderson tried to see if any in the picture were here in the room with him. "The best mother humping team there is, Sir." Thorn added. Sanderson glanced up at him.

"What makes you say that?" The Engineer pointed to the picture.

"Look on the back." His boss did just that. After turning the picture around, a smirk appeared on his face.

"I'm glad they wrote that there, cause i'm not." He said, then took the photograph, lifted up his coat and stuck the picture in his pants pocket. "If you find any other things like that, save them for me." Rodney put his hand on Sanderson's shoulder.

"Sir," He said in an almost pleading way. "shouldn't we get going? I'm not feeling so hot." Sanderson started to wander off, recalling that there were no more rooms to cover in the building.

"Okay," Sanderson said finally. "but how are we going to get through the lobby." Rodney hadn't thought of this before he asked. The lobby was probably over run by now, with only Sam living due to his camping on a roof. Rodney had hoped to avoid this option, but it seems he was left with no choice.

"There's a secret exit in the basement of this building."

"That's good enough for me." Sanderson swung around and placed his feet on the ground. With one motion, he stood up and began walking to the elevator car. "Alright, everyone in the elevator!" The higher ranking Agent walked to the cars door's and pressed the down button. The agent began walking to the doors as they opened. Except for Roy and Stunder, who was in the back. "Alright, Rocky, send everyone down to the basement." Sanderson ordered. "I'll meet up with you later." Rocky saluted his commander as the doors shut in front of his face, sealing him in the metal container.

Sanderson turned back to look at Roy who stood by the wooden doors of the cafeteria. "Stunder, come on!" Sanderson yelled back to the scientist.

"I'll be right there!" Stunder hollered back. Sanderson pointed at the grunt and pointed back the the elevator car.

"Get over here, Grunt." Roy didn't say anything. The agent informed the man of his intentions. "I want you ready to go, now get over here."

"I'm not leaving this room." The grunt stated. "There are zombies out there and I don't plan on dying." He pointed with his free hand up at the ceiling. "We should head to the roof and contact an escape chopper to get out of here, not go through the rest of the building, let alone streets." Sanderson gave the Grunt a blank stare before pointing his handgun at the guy's head.

"Get in the fucking elevator, before I make you get in the fucking elevator." Roy didn't take kindly to the threat and raised his FN FAL at the Agent.

"Don't push me." He said. "Cause i'll kill you right now if you do." Sanderson, instead of responding, calmly pulled the trigger of his weapon, discharging a round. Roy trembled a little as his hands went limp and let go of his rifle. The gun dropped and clattered to the floor. The now dead body fell forward and planted it's face onto the floor. Crimson blood began to form a small puddle on the cafeteria floor. Brain started to cave in an attempt to fill in the gaping hole in his head. Stunder burst through the doors of the room and backed up against the doors when he saw Roy on the ground.

"Jebediah Christoph!" He screamed. "What have you done?!" Sanderson was too busy pointing his pistol at Stunder to answer him. All he could say was:

"Elevator, now." Stunder didn't delay the order a second. He dashed over to the doors and waited for Sanderson's next command. The former politician held his gun out in front of him for a few more seconds before turning to the elevator again and pressing the down button. It took longer than last time for the car to reach them this time since it was at the bottom floor, but after a minute and a half of silence, the doors opened and the two men stepped inside. Sanderson turned and pressed the B1 button and the car began its descent to the bottom.

"Hey, Stunder?" He asked the scientist. A few floors passed before he got a response.

"Yes?"

"Why did you make that offer to that spaghetti monster? And more importantly, Why do you think there is a traitor among us?" Stunder was quick to answer.

"This situation was planned to destroy this group of the agency."

"I'm sure that theres more then that going on if that's the case." The doors opened up to reveal Thorn in the middle of a long horizontal hallway. He stood there, smoking a cigarette, leaning up against the wall, with his mask pulled up and resting on the top of his head. The engineer immediately pointed to the left and said:

"They went that way." Sanderson responded with:

"Then we're going that way." He pointed down the right hall. "I'm sure we'll miss something if we don't." Thorn shrugged. Thorn plucked the death stick from his mouth and blew out a cloud of smoke.

"Then have fun with that."

"We need to find Eric." Sanderson stated to the scientist after just coming out of a room labeled: HOLDING CELLS. Which contained nobody except the body of a zed. After checking a few rooms, Sanderson and Stunder reached the far end of the hall they now stood in front of the Archives. Sanderson walked up to the door and pressed a button next to it.

The door slid open and inside made Sanderson's blood run cold. Along the wall there were filing a cabinets, a thick, box-like computer monitor on a table, a few shelves stacked with boxes of files and documents, and three bodies sprawled out on the floor, riddled with bullet holes. It was Balard and his team. They'd been shot to death. Sanderson walked over to Balard's body, trying to avoid the small puddles of blood on the floor. Balard was laying on his back with two shots to his head and one shot in his waist. The first thing William would have done was search for a pulse, but instead he searched Balard's body. Opening up the man's once white, no bloodstained suit, he saw a number of flooded papers in the internal pocket of his coat.

"Who did this?" Stunder asked.

"How the hell should I know?" Sanderson snapped back as he pulled out the papers and unfolded them. They were all titled field reports. They went from 1-6 and Sanderson knew he just had to read them. "So that's what you were after." He realized.

"We don't have time for this, Sanderson!" The scientist pointed out, but Sanderson raised his gun and shot back:

"Hold on, let me do my investigation." He began reading the papers and as he read out loud, the events of the city, which he was not told, soon came together.

-Field Report 01-

A recently turned group of zeds escaped the facility today and Dr. Klaus has requested that I take the time to file a small report on the incident. The zed escaped from the testing ground and apparently followed someone out the secret underground entrance near the back of the lobby. Only five staff members were surviving witnesses to the event as the others were killed or infected. As of now, a total of six subjects have managed to escape onto the streets. Measures via local security and outside assistance from the agency have been taken to track down the zeds and exterminate/capture them.

An internal investigation has also been launched to discover the cause of the escaped subjects. Agent Balard, our head of security, is currently heading this investigation despite his nearly direct involvement in the incident as a first respondent. Those subjects could be anywhere in the city. It's only a matter of time before they turn up. But Balard has confidence that this entire situation will be handled rather quickly and we can avoid any sort of major outbreak.

-Elliot Edwards

Author's answers to some questions:

Q. When does this take place.

A. Some time after MC4. The 1337 crew was being organized and there were ATP agent but at this time they were more of a less common member.

Q. Why does nobody say AAHW and the scientist be the only one to say zombies?

A. One, the first rule about the AAHW is never referring to it as the AAHW (FACT). Two, the scientist is the only one qualified to refer to the dead as zombies.

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