Alpha Mission | | At the Scene || Open
Nicholas sat in the backseat and stared out of the window during their ride. He had barely said a word that morning; lack of sleep and a foul feeling deep inside his body were the reasons. This whole mission seemed like a suicide call. His group members' voices were a distant chatter to him. Shortly after they departed he had lost track of their conversations. Green trees and a wide range of forgotten fields greeted him from behind the glass and he could have sworn that he saw a deer standing aside the road. Nicholas took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his head like the steady rhythm of a drum. Unconsciously he moved his hand to the Glock which was securely placed in its holster on his hip.
The car came to a hold and forced Nicholas to open his eyes again. He watched how the other members of the Alpha group left the vehicle before he did the same. Pottsville was a small town and it looked as if it had seen better days. Nicholas tried to imagine how it could have been before the outbreak – he preferred cities. In his experience, people who lived in small towns generally liked to stay among themselves. Every new face was an outsider, a black sheep in their flock. They had their own rules and sometimes even their own justice system. Trying to solve a case in a town like this had always been very difficult because everyone involved wasn't quite cooperating. Memories of long gone cases in similar towns filled his mind and the uneasy feeling that had traveled with him from the start of the mission grew more and more. His left hand trailed along the outlines of the hunting knife that he had secured underneath his jacket and he hoped instantly that it wouldn't have to become of use.
Small towns thrive because of their residents. But Pottsville seemed abandoned and that made it so much more dangerous. Why were they here again? Because strange noises had been heard. A town that seemed abandoned but still produced strange noises wasn't exactly the place where he wanted to be. It could be either a trap or the houses were filled with the undead; probably both. They'll open the wrong door and all hell breaks lose. Nicholas turned around and faced his team members. “We'll secure this area first before we'll go further into the town,” Alana told them, “Try not to go off alone. We don't know what we're dealing with yet.” Checking up on his Glock again, Nicholas walked over to the person who stood closest to him. As Alana said, it would be foolish to go off alone.
