June 3, 2011 Some people doubt the usefulness of a Hummer. Thankfully, I am not one of those people. If I was one of those people I would probably be dead. Well now and days dead is kind of a relative term. You see about three weeks ago a series of freak hurricanes hit the gulf and destroyed most of Mississippi, Louisiana, and South-Eastern Texas. Now all that’s left is the shell of peoples pasts. Houses with the doors left wide open, cars abandoned in the middle of the street, whole cities were just empty. Nothing was left, no one was left. Well I guess that’s not entirely true, I mean Im here. And then there are the zombies. Yeah, that’s right, Zombies. They came with the storms. At first people just thought they were crazy. but after their victims started to walk out autopsy rooms with their chest cavities empty, people started to wise up. Some thought it was a disease, others, the rapture. For me on the other hand, there was no guessing to it, I knew. i knew all about how this entire mess came to be. It all started about a year back when LocheHeart, the newest giant in the race to find the cure to cancer, started messing around with different viruses. They were attempting to mutate the Ebola virus when everything that could have gone wrong, did. After the virus escaped into the water supply there was no escaping its grasp. Everywhere the storms hit, so did the Virus. Everyone within 100 miles of the original outbreak was dead, or worse, within a day. And after that it caught on like a wild fire, spreading from the Americas, to Asia and Europe, and eventually the whole world succumbed to its fury. Now back to me. I was assigned to a special unit whose sole purpose was to eliminate any and all zombies. Originally there was four men in my squad, but sadly I lost them all within the first 2 weeks of the outbreak. So now its just me, my Hummer, my M9, and half a clip. You might be asking yourself, “Why a Hummer?” well the answer is quite simple. Its big. With a Hummer I don’t have to worry about a car in my way, or even a zombag. I can mow just about anything down with this beast. My names Jack by the way, that’s just about all you’re gonna get to know about me. Way I see it, its all you need to know. Two weeks earlier As me and my team entered LocheHeart Headquarters for the first time, we weren’t exactly getting the grand tour. The place was trashed, papers and people everywhere. Dead people. It was normal sight by then, but the smell, god, the smell. We were there for one reason and one reason only, to find out what had caused this mess. We were alpha team, and we were the best of the best, equipped to the teeth with the most advanced tech, and weapons. But nothing would prepare us for what we had coming next. Johnson, my second in command was on point, then it was me, Thompson, and Vince had us anchored. We made our way through the rubble and found the lab, which was surprisingly under secure for what they were messing around with. Guess they didn’t realize the potential of it all. As Vince and Thompson broke off to look for the intel, me and Johnson stood guard at the door. After about 5 minutes of bustling about, Vince came back with a briefcase and a laptop. “So that’s it then?” I asked. “Yeah.” Said Vince. “Now lets get out of here, this place reeks!” Those were the last words I would ever hear from Vince. Once we got back to the Lobby, my heart hit the floor. Every single one of the bodies were gone. As if they had just disappeared. The silence was deafening in that lobby. But not for long. The only sound any of us heard was Vince draw in a sharp breath and then a low gurgle. We all instantly had our guns drawn and point to our rear, everyone except for Vince, who was in a lump on the floor with a man in business suit hunched over him. Well at one point it was probably a man, but now? Who knows? All I can remember from that moment was unloading on the zombie, two in the chest and one in the head. Vince reached out a hand, but not for comfort. His skin had drained all its color, and he was already purpling around the knuckles. There was a bite sized chunk of flesh missing from his neck and his left ear had been ripped off. He had turned already, which meant the process had somehow sped up from about an hour, to almost instantaneously. There was no point trying to save him, so I gave him mercy and set him free. In these times, a bullet is the only kind of freedom there is. As we turned our backs to the gruesome sight of our fallen comrade, we all made sounds that should only come from 7 year old girls. Right there in front of us there seemed to be every single person in the city sitting in front of us. And they all had that hollow, solemn look in their cold, dead eyes. Bringing our rifles to our shoulders, we opened up with almost godlike accuracy, scoring headshot after headshot. After only a clip each we had made a hole big enough to squeeze through and get outside. Or so we had hoped. As soon as we made a move, the zombies overran us. There seemed to be an infinite number of them, and they came from every direction. In the heat of battle it was everyman for himself. We all had one common goal in mind. STAY ALIVE. Somewhere on my left I could hear the screams of my men, though I dared not look, for fear of dying myself. No sort of training could have ever prepared us for this. And apparently what training we all had wasn’t working either. So that’s when I improvised, I had gotten myself backed into a window. So yes, I went for it. I busted out the window and took off at a dead sprint towards the nearest intersection. The zombies were pouring from every possible direction, so I darted to a bright yellow Hummer on my left. The keys were in the ignition, so whoever had the car previously probably didn’t care either way. I slammed the door shut and gunned the engine. I aimed straight for the first zombie in front of me, and crushed his skull with 2 tons of Hummer, then I was on my way.
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