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On a lonely winding stretch of road in the remote rural regions of White Western Province, a single FWS Army-Bio-Weapons division truck is hauling a deadly cargo. In the back of the truck is a 1-ton drum of IG-Virus (named after Doctor Ivan Gregorov II).

In the truck are a driver and one guard. They were to take the shipment of the virus 800 miles southwest to West Victoria, Mobutoland where it would be shipped out to allied nations so they could use the samples to make their own stocks. It would never arrive.


The driver knew he was 12 hours behind schedule. They'd had troubles all day, monsoons washing out rural roads, heavy winds making it nearly impossible to keep on the road, detours that took hours... He pressed the accelerator down almost to the floor. 70 miles per hour.

Guard: "Don't you think we should slow down a bit?"

Driver: "We're 12 hours late as it is. We need to make up for lost time."

Guard: "Yeah I hear you, but we want to get there in one piece."

Driver: "Yeah I know what you mean, but if we don't get there soon we're in trouble."

As they continue to talk, the rain beats down on the windshield; the wipers are working full speed. About 200 feet directly in front of them a gazelle wanders into the road. The truck is approaching the curve in the road where the gazelle is. Their visibility was limited to about 80 feet due to the storm. Suddenly the driver saw the gazelle, instinctively, he swerved. The gazelle jumped out of the way and the truck jetted forward, right off of a cliff. The truck dropped about 200 feet down and smashed into a dry riverbed. The 1-ton cylinder was flung from the truck and ruptured. The truck exploded and the ensuing blast scattered the IG-Virus miles away in a matter of a few minutes. The Driver and the Guard were dead on impact...


About 4 miles away in the nearby suburban community of Rhodesville, population 33,500. The residents were just waking up to get ready for their jobs. The odorless, colorless IG-Virus cloud descended on the town. Even though it only was transmittable through the air for about 20 minutes, it was more than enough time to infect most of the townspeople.
The people began to collapse... Later they would rise, but they were already dead.


The truck is determined to be missing when it fails to report in via radio at the standard 15-minute interval.

In the Lab 1 of FWS Bio-Organic Weapons Corporation AKA (Gregorov Inc) Dr Gregorov II received a call from General Kruger I.

Kruger: "Doctor, there has been an accident."

Gregorov: "Yes, what is it?"

Kruger: "A truck carrying 2,000 lbs of IG-Virus has apparently crashed somewhere in a rural area of White Western Province."

Gregorov: "Did the virus leak?"

Kruger: "We believe so, yes."

Gregorov: "Are there any major population centers near the crash?"

Kruger: "The spill was located about 4 miles from Rhodesville."

Gregorov: "Good God, there are almost 34,000 people there."

Kruger: "33,500 to be precise."

Gregorov: "Quarantine everything for 100 miles, immediately. Tell the army that the people are suffering from terrorist mind-altering gas. Don't let them know what's going on. But make sure they use full NBC gear."

Kruger: "Okay, how long do we have before the dead are reanimated?"

Gregorov: "Three hours at most."

Kruger: "Very well, then we've no time to spare."

(Both hang up their phones)



Kruger: (picks up phone) "Get me the 7th Paracommando Regiment Base in White Western Province."

Thus it begins...

OOC: Have you notified the international community of this accident yet? If not, disregard post below.

IC: "In response to the unfortunate incident, the Federation is quaranting itself from Earth. All gate travel to Earth is now suspended, and the 27 Federation starships will have no physical contact with the surface. Unfortunately, those same starships are not properly equipped to deal with an outbreak of this nature. That is all."

OOC: I think this is a Modern tech RP

Reclining in his large black leather seat, a nameless soldier, large and well built, his face worn from years on a foresaken battlefield, sat staring at the wall, his feet propped upon pompously on his desk.

Listening to conversations from anywhere, picking up bits and pieces of useless information that would never benefit his region, the soldier yawned, his daily routine monotous in own. Bits and pieces of a situation in Fascist White States were picked up.....something about an insecure virus.....out....no longer contained.

The soldier leaned back in his seat, his gaze settling on the nearest object to him, a solitary picture of a little girl holding a kitten and smiling happily.

His monotone voice, apathetic and concernless broke through, "Damn....that sucks."

OOC: Here we go. Didn't you get wiped off the map by someone...? I can't keep all these threads straight.

OOC: Have you notified the international community of this accident yet? If not, disregard post below.

IC: "In response to the unfortunate incident, the Federation is quaranting itself from Earth. All gate travel to Earth is now suspended, and the 27 Federation starships will have no physical contact with the surface. Unfortunately, those same starships are not properly equipped to deal with an outbreak of this nature. That is all."



No, and we don't plan to notify anybody. This is an FWS internal matter of the utmost secrecy. Officially, the IG-Virus doesn't even exist.

We're handling the incident... Also, if word got out, it would ruin my fun RP I have planned. :)

OOC: I think this is a Modern tech RP

OOC:I had no intention to participate, I was just voicing my government's reaction.

At the accident site, several feral dogs had arrived and were feasting on the corpses of the Driver and the Guard. Already, a pack of vultures had come by and pecked at the corpses. But the dogs chased them away.

In Rhodesville, about 31,000 people had been infected. Those who weren't infected were primarily those who were in the Police Station at the time, about 80 police and 1,000 people who were made homeless by the monsoons. The police station, like all FWS government buildings, had full NBC filtration systems and was entirely self-contained.

In the outskirts of town, a local survivalist and his family were in their home sleeping when 4 large crows smashed through a window. The man wasted no time in grabbing his SPAS-12 tactical shotgun, which he kept loaded, chambered, and leaned against the wall next to his bed. He shot each of the crows.

Father (42): "What the hell made them do that?"

Mother (37): "I'll be damned if I know."

Son (17): "Father, do you think we should call the police."

Daughter (14): "Mother, are we going to be okay?"

Son (16): "I think we should call the neighbors."

Father (42): "No, I think first we need to get more guns ready. Boys you help me. Everybody put your body armor on. Gas masks on also..."

Son (16): "What about Night Vision."

Father (42): "No, it'll be light out in about 15 minutes. Don't bother."

They go to their arms cache in the basement and ready a 120 mm mortar and about 1/2 dozen RPGS. The son (16) picks up an M-60 and places a belt for it over his shoulder. The Father (42) loads an MP-5 A2 and checks both of his belt holsters, he has 2: 1911- 45 caliber pistols. He places a tactical vest over his body armor, it holds 12 MP-5 magazines and 8 pistol magazines, also it can hold a water bladder, grenades, a map, rations, etc.



Outside the "dead" are beginning to rise and wander the streets.

Isolated gunfire is heard throughout Rhodesville. People scream as the slow moving “walking dead” corners them. The bloodthirsty monsters seek out their prey.

A man sees a friend coming after him. He doesn't know what is wrong. "Stop right there." (Raises pistol) "I mean it stop." (Fires into the air) "That's close enough." (Levels pistol and fires twice) "What the hell." (He can see it is still coming) (Levels pistol fires eight times) (It falls down... dead for good.) The man rushes to his car and gets in. "Gotta get to the police station."

The police are receiving reports from pockets of survivors all throughout the city. They estimate there may be as many as 1,000 survivors outside of the station. Inside, work is beginning on barricades. The police have begun distributing firearms to those homeless who don't have them.

Police Officer: "Here kid, take these" (Hands a boy about 16 years old an FN-FAL, a Glock-17, and 5 magazines for the rifle and 2 for the pistol).

The station had already encountered some of the "walking dead". A person stumbled in about 20 minutes ago. Originally he was thought to be a drunk. When it attacked and bit a police officer a nearby officer shot it.

The officer who had been bitten on the arm was complaining.

"Damn, it sure is hot in here." (Scratches arm were he was bitten)


Outside, Rhodesville is in chaos. Cars have crashed and the streets are simply a mess. Fires have broken out in various parts of the small city.

Tony was a family man, he and his family of four lived peacfully in the suberbs of Rhodesville.

It was 6:54, he was over an hour late, his family was to hold an aniversery for his beloved father and mother. His wife was to bake a nice roast and his two sons were going to give grandma and grandpa the keys to thier new car.

As Tony turned onto his street he was preparing himself for the verbal fight that his wife undoubtidly has in store. His blinker turned off and his pale yellow house was in sight, he could see his parents car in the driveway, but not the new one. As he pulled into his driveway he notice that the carport door was open.

He turned off the ignition and opened his door. Inside his carport his eyes noticed that the shelves had been pulled down. He thinks to himself that it must fave been his 7 year old son Dane.

As he enters his house give gives out a light "Hello", thier is no reply. When he enters the house he sees that the evening news is on. In his recliner is his Dad, cold and lifeless. The side of his face looked like it had been ripped off. Vision of blood stabbed his eyes as he looked through his house. As he went out back to see if the families minivan was home, he felt a terrible pain in his chest.

He dashed to the bathroom as he scrammbled to open the medicene cabinet and retrieve some Tylenol. He faints out of sheer pain.


Hours later he awakens to find that darkness has scowered the once rainy sky. He felt his chest and relized he was drenched in crimson blood.

He ran out to his car, his street was empty. In the distance he heard noises, as he speed off to reach medical help he found what he was hearing, a roadblock. It stretched across the street.

Tony was a family man, he and his family of four lived peacfully in the suberbs of Rhodesville.

It was 6:54, he was over an hour late, his family was to hold an aniversery for his beloved father and mother. His wife was to bake a nice roast and his two sons were going to give grandma and grandpa the keys to thier new car.

As Tony turned onto his street he was preparing himself for the verbal fight that his wife undoubtidly has in store. His blinker turned off and his pale yellow house was in sight, he could see his parents car in the driveway, but not the new one. As he pulled into his driveway he notice that the carport door was open.

He turned off the ignition and opened his door. Inside his carport his eyes noticed that the shelves had been pulled down. He thinks to himself that it must fave been his 7 year old son Dane.

As he enters his house give gives out a light "Hello", thier is no reply. When he enters the house he sees that the evening news is on. In his recliner is his Dad, cold and lifeless. The side of his face looked like it had been ripped off. Vision of blood stabbed his eyes as he looked through his house. As he went out back to see if the families minivan was home, he felt a terrible pain in his chest.

He dashed to the bathroom as he scrammbled to open the medicene cabinet and retrieve some Tylenol. He faints out of sheer pain.


Hours later he awakens to find that darkness has scowered the once rainy sky. He felt his chest and relized he was drenched in crimson blood.

He ran out to his car, his street was empty. In the distance he heard noises, as he speed off to reach medical help he found what he was hearing, a roadblock. It stretched across the street.


They don't awake, well not as one would want to awake... The IG-Virus is the T-Virus from Resident Evil... It turns people into zombies... It turns anything living into the "Living Dead"...

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=147244


For all those curious as to the information behind the top secret IG-Virus...

Tony was a family man, he and his family of four lived peacfully in the suberbs of Rhodesville.

It was 6:54, he was over an hour late, his family was to hold an aniversery for his beloved father and mother. His wife was to bake a nice roast and his two sons were going to give grandma and grandpa the keys to thier new car.

As Tony turned onto his street he was preparing himself for the verbal fight that his wife undoubtidly has in store. His blinker turned off and his pale yellow house was in sight, he could see his parents car in the driveway, but not the new one. As he pulled into his driveway he notice that the carport door was open.

He turned off the ignition and opened his door. Inside his carport his eyes noticed that the shelves had been pulled down. He thinks to himself that it must fave been his 7 year old son Dane.

As he enters his house give gives out a light "Hello", thier is no reply. When he enters the house he sees that the evening news is on. In his recliner is his Dad, cold and lifeless. The side of his face looked like it had been ripped off. Vision of blood stabbed his eyes as he looked through his house. As he went out back to see if the families minivan was home, he felt a terrible pain in his chest.

He dashed to the bathroom as he scrammbled to open the medicene cabinet and retrieve some Tylenol. He faints out of sheer pain.


Hours later he awakens to find that darkness has scowered the once rainy sky. He felt his chest and relized he was drenched in crimson blood.

He ran out to his car, his street was empty. In the distance he heard noises, as he speed off to reach medical help he found what he was hearing, a roadblock. It stretched across the street.


They don't awake, well not as one would want to awake... The IG-Virus is the T-Virus from Resident Evil... It turns people into zombies... It turns anything living into the "Living Dead"...

this is where it gets different, Tony isn't actually infected duee toa genetic code he and one of his sons have.

" Sir please step out of your vehicle," said the Guard as he rounded the temporary gate.

without hesitation he stepped out of his car.

"whats going on here," Tony was frightened, his eyes darted across the stop.

"Will you please put this mask on, and step into that truck," the guard pointed to a large eclosed bed truck. Beside it stood another guard jolding an assult rifle.

"Please, what the hell is going on?" he begged as he picked up the mask from the center of the road where the guard had left them.

He made his way over to the back of the truck, he touched his chest and pleaded with the men for help.

when he entered the truck he noticed others, just sitting, some looked almost dead and they were chained to the side like animals.

" Welcome to the party, we have some nice beverages to your left," joked a young man, he was obviously trying to make light of the problem.

The guard closed the back of the truck and the inside was pitch black.


As the truck picked up speed the Driver waved goodbye to the guard. He looked into a moniter that was unsespectingly watching the captives. He noticed some activity with the newest captive.

"hey check this out, the newbs trying to escape," said the driver to the guard in the passenger seat.

" Let him try, he's going to be dead soon anyways," the guard pointed to the onramp," we're taking them to the Dominic hospital, they've set up a gas chamber," the truck vieled off to the right as it boarded the highway and set of for the hospital.

" Sir please step out of your vehicle," said the Guard as he rounded the temporary gate.

without hesitation he stepped out of his car.

"whats going on here," Tony was frightened, his eyes darted across the stop.

"Will you please put this mask on, and step into that truck," the guard pointed to a large eclosed bed truck. Beside it stood another guard jolding an assult rifle.

"Please, what the hell is going on?" he begged as he picked up the mask from the center of the road where the guard had left them.

He made his way over to the back of the truck, he touched his chest and pleaded with the men for help.

when he entered the truck he noticed others, just sitting, some looked almost dead and they were chained to the side like animals.

" Welcome to the party, we have some nice beverages to your left," joked a young man, he was obviously trying to make light of the problem.

The guard closed the back of the truck and the inside was pitch black.


As the truck picked up speed the Driver waved goodbye to the guard. He looked into a moniter that was unsespectingly watching the captives. He noticed some activity with the newest captive.

"hey check this out, the newbs trying to escape," said the driver to the guard in the passenger seat.

" Let him try, he's going to be dead soon anyways," the guard pointed to the onramp," we're taking them to the Dominic hospital, they've set up a gas chamber," the truck vieled off to the right as it boarded the highway and set of for the hospital.


Hmm... Don't you listen, nobody knows what is going on... The police are all hunkered down in the station... If you cannot work within the guidelines I've set... Then don't get involved... You can get involved later on your own accords after the town becomes impossible to save and the FWS Grenadier Guards take extreme measures to stop the spread. Then it will be impossible to keep the incident covered up...

There are no gas chambers... The hospital is a wreck, the roads are worthless because there are abandoned cars... Also, the virus makes people collapse, then it takes over, they arise as a zombie... Either know what you're talking about or don't post... I posted the link for background information about the virus... Please read it.

I suppose I was somewhat harsh on you... Perhaps you can have a tourist or two from your nation be a survivor in the city... They can run into the family of survivalists with the mortar (well to be fair about 1/4 males in FWS have a 120mm mortar in their home)... Okay... Sound fun?

But I want you to know the basics of the virus before continuing...

Airborne for about 10-20 minutes... Then it dissipates... The infection takes hold after about 2-3 hours... The person collapses after about 1-2 hours. A short time later they rise as the "living dead" they crave blood. They will attack anything living to get the blood they so crave. If they bite or scratch you, you'll become infected.

Also, plants and animals can become infected as well.

Hope that helps.

Ya I thought you deployed your guard or army men. I mentioned no police. I understand the guidlines because I love the RE franchise,so don't worry I will alter what I was going to do and I will have my guy meet up with yours.

Ya I thought you deployed your guard or army men. I mentioned no police. I understand the guidlines because I love the RE franchise,so don't worry I will alter what I was going to do and I will have my guy meet up with yours.


The Paracommandos are having major troubles getting their helicopters into the air... This is in the middle of a monsoon during the height of monsoon season, in the province that is always the most affected...

There were 5 paracommando regiments (1,000 per regiment) in White Western Province. the 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th.

The 7th Paracommando Regiment had been ordered to secure the scene of the accident. They had been having trouble even getting their Elephant Transport/Attack helicopters into the air. (Each holds 10 paracommandos)

8 platoons (40 in each) of Paracommandos were finally airborne in 24 Elephants... One group of 6 platoons was to land near the outskirts of the town, and split into two groups, one to secure the Police Station and one to secure the Town Hall. The other two platoons were to land at the accident site and clean things up. (The team leaders had special orders, see to it that the no word of the accident leaked out... Officially this was going to be classed not a domestic accident but as an act of foreign based terrorism... The government would be in serious trouble in the truth ever got out.)

The bunker beneath the hospital had briefly been used. A platoon leader in the force tasked with securing the police station had been given secret orders to plant charges in the hospital. He was to be assisted by two squad leaders.


The Elephants approached their targets.... However 4 of the Elephants tasked with landing near the accident site did not make it. 2 Crashed and 2 turned back due to mechanical failures/difficulties.

It is approximately 5:57 A.M. Fascian Standard time when General Walter Kruger I walks into the presidential residence in Rhodes City.

He speaks with the Captain of the Palace Grenadier Guard


Kruger: "Captain, get the emperor, immediately"

Captain: "The emperor is... Well, he is not to be disturbed."

Kruger: "It is a matter of the utmost urgency. Get him now."

Captain: "It cannot wait?"

Kruger: "No."


The captain and Kruger walk up the stairs past a few other guards, he arrives at the emperor's room. He knocks on the door. After about 1 minute, the emperor, wearing only shorts and a silk robe, opens the door

Hendrik Rhodes: "What is it Walter, it is 6 am."

Kruger: "IG-Virus was leaked after a crash."

Hendrik: "What!!! Where!??!?!"

Kruger: "Near Rhodesville in White Western Province."

From inside the room, a voice "Hendrik, aren't you coming back to bed."

Kruger peers inside to see a redheaded girl (about 20 yrs old) in bed.

Hendrik tells Kruger: "One moment Walter, I must get dressed."

Hendrik goes back into the room and proceeds to get dressed.

Hendrik to the woman: "I'm sorry, but something has come up, I must go."

Woman: "Hurry back then."

Hendrik: "I will surely try."

Hendrik finishes getting dressed, puts his shoulder holster and belt holster on, places a colt 1911-45 in one holster, a walther 380 in the other.

He exits the room and accompanies General Kruger to the Central HQ of Secret Police in Rhodes City.

The driver swirved as he fell unconscious.

the guard sitting next to him grabbed the wheel but it was to late, they were headed towards a large thicket of trees. apoun impact the vehicles large backdoor swung open. The captives were free to escape. Tony stumbled to his weary feet, he stood up and again sneezed, as he checked his chest he relized it had stopped bleeding. he looked around and saw the smouldering truck and and a skew of dead. he walked over to the guards body and retrieved his ID card and an automatic rifle. He lifted his shirt and looked at the wound, it was scabbing already.

He limped through the woods desperatly trying to stay warm in the fridged rain.

He reached a smalle forest warden cabin. it was above the trees and looked sutible for shelter. The night was taking its toll on Tony as he tried feverishly to climb the wooden ladder to the cabin. After he reached the entrance and climbed in the cabin he found some medical supplies.

He was munching on some canned food when his eyes spotted a radio. He turned the crank and waited as it began to tune in and work.
" The early..,fa.f. fri... with the .,t...terrorishh.... the emp..ror... is .....sda........" he turned off the guzzled radio. The rain continued to pour down on the cabin even in the earlyiest hours of the night.

Near the crash site, the 40 paracommandos who managed to get there have arrived. They immediately came under attack by dozens of wild dogs, hundreds of crows, etc... The 26 men still alive made a mad dash for a nearby farmhouse /estate (about a 45,000 sq ft farmhouse)...

6 platoons of Paracommandos land near Rhodesville and begin to move in... 3 platoons head for the Town Hall, 3 platoons head for the Police Station. However, 2 squad leaders and 1 platoon leader manage to slip away in the confusion caused by the horrible weather. They head for the hospital.


The rain beats down with such fury the helicopters are grounded and the pilots and co-pilots decide to just kick back and wait for the Paracommandos to do their jobs and get back.

When his weary eyes opened he looked to his rifle and the last can of food. He opened the hatch and began his decent down to the forest floor. He knew these woods well, he had camped in them as a boy with his friends. Dreally creek was to the north of here and to the west was Rhodesville. His leg was feeling fine and he was capable of running. As he scouted his surroundings and gathered his stuff he took off for the town.

While he walked through the rain soaked woods he could hear a helicopter flying overhead. He wondered to himself what had happened and was coninced it was all a big dream that he had taken to many tylenol after seeing his dad sleeping with ketchup staines on his face. "Ya, that was what had to of happened" he said to himself. He had a history of small mental illness. As a child events to a lesser degree had happened like this. He remembered what had happened and wrote it off as food poisining from a burger he ate that afternoon. Afterall it would explain the chest pains. As he lifted his shirt and checked for a wound thier was nothing. But still thier were blood stained clothes from what he thought had happened that night.

he picked up pace and shortly arrived at the scence of the night befores accident. He relised that the crash had happened, meaning everything that night must have happened also. He check the bodys and relised 3 were missing. He scrambled up the bank of the road and saw what he feared. Everything that happened last night was true. He looked for a car and found an old Vowtswagon beetle. He used the training he learned in the army to hotwire the piece of shit. With a blistering boom the car started and he drove for the hospital.

He looked at the hospital, windows were broken and the ground was littered with bodies. Trucks like the one he was in were turned over all around it. The car pulled into the Hospitals ambulance lane. As he opened the door he grabbed his gun and made his way for the door.

As he entered the hospital his eyes had to take a minute to adjust to the bright lights that lined the hall. His soaked shoes dampened the blood stained floor.

" Hello! anyone here?" he roared throught the hospital. It looked as thought a bomb exploded throughout the hospital. thier were dead bodies everywhere.

" Agshhhhh," screamed a young lady.

Tony ran to the sound, he stumbled and tripped over bodies as he forced his way through the dead halls. As he reached the end of hall he found a small surgeon room. When he entered he witnessed the walkingdead attacking a lady. In it's hand was an electric drill. It had the lady in a corner.

" Run under it's arms," he yelled.

The lady fallowed his instructions just in time because Tonys finger slipped onto the trigger and sprayed
the zombie with lead.

Remember, every male in my nation has at least a rifle (usually Fn-Fal) and a pistol of some sort.

OOC: FWS do you not think that with all the suspision placed on you region that spy sats would have noticed some unusual activity?

just a though

OOC: FWS do you not think that with all the suspision placed on you region that spy sats would have noticed some unusual activity?

just a though


It's a monsoon, extreme weather often blocks satellite signals... Also, we have counter measures to block spy satellites...


Also, why should anybody else care... This is an FWS matter, and FWS is handling it.

Of the paracommandos who were heading for the police
station, about 60 were dead already... The survivors
had split into teams of 3 or 4 and taken cover in
various buildings... They were totally unprepared for
the "walking dead". They had thought that the people
were just under the influence of enemy mind altering
weapons, as they had been told... They felt that they
had been sent into combat without the knowledge they
needed.

Of the 22 Paracommandos who had made it to the estate
near the accident site, about 17 were still alive.


Of the paracommandos sent to the town hall, almost all
of them were dead. About 35 were still alive and they
had broken into small 2-4 man teams and taken cover in
various buildings. They realized the creatures would
have a harder time finding smaller groups, and they
also realized they'd have to secure more ammunition
before long. But that would be easy, as the average
citizen had many firearms, and there were about 10-15
gun stores in the typical small town. But securing
more weapons would mean going back out there... And
the things were out there.


The 2 squad leaders and Platoon leader who had slipped
away in the confusion of the landings were at the
hospital...

They had split up and were searching for any evidence
that they would need to cover up.

The Platoon leader was moving towards the medical lab
in the hospital when suddenly he heard a noise. He
jumped around and pointed his MP-5... It was a snoopy
reporter, some internationl reporter, a woman as
well... Probably was in town and got caught in the
mess.

Platoon Leader: "What are you doing here? This is FWS
property"

Reporter: "Well, have you seen what is going outside,
also this is a public hospital."

Platoon Leader: "Very well, but don't touch anything
or take any pictures."

Reporter: "Why? This is the story of a lifetime."

Platoon leaders takes her camera and smashes it into
the wall. "Because I said so, this is all classified."

Reporter: "Okay, well I'll just wait here, you can go
play soldier."

Platoon leader: "Just remember that My unit is the
only thing between you and those creatures."

Platoon leader relaxes hold on his MP-5 and moves out.
The reporter waits until she is sure he is gone and
takes out a smaller secret camera she had hidden. She
begins to take pictures of lab reports. She whispers
something to herself. "Blood report for test
subjects..." Part of the paper is badly burnt and hard
to read. "L.. ..tranc.. th..... doc... of....
..thor....... re...red Doctor Gregor.. on.. per...
w... ac.e.s. c..e"


Outside the rain continues to pound against the earth
with a fury the likes of which the soldiers have never
seen. In the police station, approximaltey 700
citizens and 56 police are still alive. They've been
besieged by a zombie horde... The think everything
will be okay, when suddenly. The generator dies.
Emergency lights immediately come on as the back up
generator has enough power for some items.


In the hospital a loud explosion echoes from a
basement bunker that won't be found on a the "you are
here" map in the lobby... The 36 capsules containing
the experimental "Hunters" have destabilized and
ruptured... The beasts exit them and each lets out a
loud "Shriek".


The survivalist and his family have been firing mortar
shells for the past several hours... They ran out a
few minutes ago and began firing RPGS and other
explosives...

The father says: "Lets get in the hummer."

They all make their way to their hardened concrete
garage. They place about 1/2 dozen rifles and pistols
inside the Hummer, a few cans of ammunition and
several boxes of grenades. Each family member is
decked out in Body armor, tactical vest, and gas mask.
The father feels it is safe now to remove his mask and
does so. The others follow suit. They all get into the
hummer and the son (17) mans the 40mm grenade launcher
on the roof. The garage door opens and they fly out
into the street.

The water is almost up to the doors of the hummer.
Their goal is to reach the police station.

The 13 Paracommando still alive in the estate near the accident site had decided they had better try to stop the dogs from getting away... They would have to use themselves as bait to get them in, then open fire with all they had... But already, hundreds of vultures had been infected, along with thousands of crows, they could be anywhere by now...


The Platoon Leader and the two-squad leaders were still in the hospital.

The platoon leader was going to get USD 50,000,000 for this job, Gregorov Inc had selected him to get to the basement and retrieve the samples of the IG-Virus Strain 2 prototype. He was making progress; he had shot about 14 "walking dead" who had been around the hospital... This wasn't as bad as he thought...

Suddenly however, a shriek echoed throughout the floor and a large massive green beast leaped through the air directly at him. He rolled to the side and began to fire. He fired an entire magazine from his MP-5, the thing crashed into the wall; he pulled out his pistol and fired 6 shots into it, just to be sure... "What the hell was that" he thought.

Suddenly something else dawned on him, he realized that the snoopy reporter lady was a communist, from some nation FWS really didn't like, he couldn’t remember her name, but he had seen her on TV several times, each time she was bad mouthing either FWS or President Rhodes. He decided if he ran into her again, he'd take about 15 minutes and show her that Fascians don't like communists snooping around in Fascian government buildings.

One of the squad leaders who was on floor 3 found something... He turned and ran towards an elevator. He pressed the call button. The elevator came, as the doors began to open he moved forward... He moved forward into a crowd of 5 zombies, they had been on the elevator when they were infected... He tried to break free, he fired wildly. An entire magazine of ammunition, but most shots missed. Only a few hit their mark, the "walking dead" swarmed over him. He pulled the pin on a grenade as the zombies were dragging him down to the ground. A loud explosion echoed throughout the hospital...

The Platoon leader decided he had better work quickly; there could be more of those green beasts... They didn't tell him anything about those green beasts, when this was all over; he decided he should demand more money. After all, he'd have the only Strain 2 prototype of the IG-Virus.


In the police station only about 378 people who were made homeless by the monsoons are still alive, along with about 43 police officers. Parts of the station are no-go areas... The power has been partially restored... At least the lights are back on. The communications are still down... There is no way at all to get word out to the outside world.


A 4 man Paracommando team about 3 blocks from Town Hall decides they should attempt to get to the Town Hall and send up the evacuation signal... A series of flares that are to be fired from the clock tower... The corporal leading the 4 man team speaks: "It'll let the choppers know they need to get here and pick us up ASAP, also, the other teams will converge on our position..."

Meanwhile, the 20+ elephant transport/attack helicopters that were forced to land in the outskirts of Rhodesville, 16 of them are totally silent, the mutilated bodies of the crew lay lifelessly in the seats of the of the bloodstained choppers.... In one of the Elephants where the pilot and co-pilot are still alive. The pilot is reloading his MP-5... "Damn, what are those things."
Co-pilot: "Damned if I know. Just keep shooting."
Pilot: "Think we should get out of here?"
Co-pilot: "Weather is real sh--- and we can't leave the boys to die here"
Pilot: "You think any of them are even still alive. We should return to base and send for reinforcements... I can't raise anybody of the radio, the surrounding hills combined with this F------ storm is keeping me from getting through. We should get airborne and move out of the valley."
Co-pilot: "I guess you're right sir."
Pilot: "Okay, here we go."

The Elephant attempts to get airborne even though a monsoon is raging. After about 8 minutes of attempting to take off, they manage to get about 200 feet into the air. They get about 4 miles away before they begin trying to send out a signal "Task force from 7th regiment... Many Elephants badly damaged... Many dead... Requesting reinforcements. Over."

All the base receives is "Task ... Regiment... Elephants damaged.... Many... Requesting....... Over...."

The elephant attempts to send the message again, but unfortunately, a heavy wind rushes through and their chopper smashes into the side of a hill....


Fn-Fal fire echoes throughout the streets of Rhodesville as a 4 man team of heavily armed Para commandos decked out in Body Armor and with Gas masks move forward, their goal, the Town Hall and what they hope will be a rescue...


They watch in amazement as the see a Hummer with a grenade launcher rolling down the street about 1 block parallel to their current position.

Private 1: "Damn, that was going fast... Who the hell was that?"

Corporal: "Who cares, keep firing. Go forward."

Private 2: "Yeah, we got to hurry, I'm almost out."

Private 3: "Here, take some of mine" (Hands him two Fn-Fal magazines)

Private 2: "And to think, I always yelled at you for carrying all those
Magazines. Thanks buddy. I owe you one."

Private 3: "Any time."




Near the police station, hold up in a corner store, 3 Paracommandos look on in terror as one of their comrades (somebody who should be dead by now) is entering the door. "Hey, he's not dead." "He's alive." (one of them runs to within about 25 feet of him, as he gets closer, he sees blood splattered all around his comrades mouth) "What the f---" "It's not him, he's... he's... Forgive me buddy." (Unholsters his pistol and fires one shot, aimed at the head of his living-dead comrade.) The creature falls over, it doesn't get up.

Bump.

Bump.

The Magdhan HAZMAT detection satellite flew over the White Wesern Province after a sweep over Mombotuland.

*Magdhan Central Command- Somewhere in The Himalayas*
The Comms seargeant looked at the readings, unknown bio weapons detected in small town. He rushed the briefing to the commander who wired it directly to the Maharajah.

"So, FWS has opened Pandora's box"..... He knew of the IG-Virus and it's capabilities because of FWS's attempts to sell him it. This little virus could spread and infect all of humanity. But first Magdhan troops in Mobotuland were in danger and needed protection.

In bases around Mobotuland soldiers ran for shelter, they were told that a bio-weapons attack was being planned. They hid in the bunkers which served as barracks and Weapons bases. The orders were total lockdown, they were not to let anyone in or out.

Underground airfields meanwhile prepared the Aurora's, loading napalm on their wings.

The Magdhan HAZMAT detection satellite flew over the White Wesern Province after a sweep over Mombotuland.

*Magdhan Central Command- Somewhere in The Himalayas*
The Comms seargeant looked at the readings, unknown bio weapons detected in small town. He rushed the briefing to the commander who wired it directly to the Maharajah.

"So, FWS has opened Pandora's box"..... He knew of the IG-Virus and it's capabilities because of FWS's attempts to sell him it. This little virus could spread and infect all of humanity. But first Magdhan troops in Mobotuland were in danger and needed protection.

In bases around Mobotuland soldiers ran for shelter, they were told that a bio-weapons attack was being planned. They hid in the bunkers which served as barracks and Weapons bases. The orders were total lockdown, they were not to let anyone in or out.

Underground airfields meanwhile prepared the Aurora's, loading napalm on their wings.


Secret FWS Telegram From General Walter Kruger I to Magdha. "FWS is handling the situation... It is well under control... We are considering sending in the rest of the 7th Paracommando regiment and 3 more full Paracommando regiments... We have detected your troop movements... Please refrain from any action."

I do not know details because of the monsoon blocking our spy satellites but I know the infectivity and danger posed by this virus.

I will not take action but if we see a spread I will burn the infected area with napalm and White phosphorus.

I do not know details because of the monsoon blocking our spy satellites but I know the infectivity and danger posed by this virus.

I will not take action but if we see a spread I will burn the infected area with napalm and White phosphorus.


An FWS city is not to be destroyed...

The FWS air force can handle anything... So don't you worry.

I'll be on ina while to add to my part, I hope that you can maybe find my man in the hospital and help him out.

It is now little more then a breeding ground for the most deadly weapon known to man.

We will not hit the city yet because rumors of survivors but should the virus spread within 30 Miles of Magdhan forces on the borderland of Mobotuland we will burn that area to ashes to prevent spreading.

Here are the readouts of the spread so far, it you need more readouts send a message coded: IG Readout

Readout:

31,000 known infections in a ten mile radius.

The Platoon leader in the hospital was running low on ammunition; he had to kill 8 more zombies, one of them being the squad leader killed earlier. Also, he had to kill 2 more of those green shrieking beasts... Fortunately, he retrieved 3 pistols from different corpses, and about 4 magazines per pistol...

He had 3 MP-5 magazines left as he ran around a corner, he was looking for Gregorov's access code, and it had to be around here somewhere... As he turned the corner, he ran right into that snoopy reporter lady. She had another camera!!


Platoon leader: "Didn't I tell you no pictures... But you're a snoopy little communist who doesn't know how to listen to laws, isn't that right."

Reporter: "What are you talking about... I don't know what you're talking about."

Platoon Leader (slaps her across the face). "Don't you lie to me b----. I know you're a communist, I've seen you on some People's news network or something... You're probably here posing as a tourist."

Reporter: "So, I'm here to get a great story, there is a secret lab somewhere in this hospital. I'm going to find it." (She has a hand in her pocket on a gun)

Platoon Leader: "Is that so, a lab... And how did you find that out. I bet some spy told you.. Maybe you should tell me who it is." (He lunges forward and knocks her down. He pins her down and removes the gun from her pocket). "What have we got here... Were you going to shoot me, I don't think you'd have what it takes, you little communist b----" (removes magazine from the pistol, pulls slide back to eject the round in the chamber and throws it down the hallway).

Reporter: (Struggling to get up, but cannot as the Platoon Leader has her well pinned down) "Let me go you fascist pig."

Platoon Leader: "Not so fast" (He uses some nearby medical tape to tape her hands behind her back.. "Get up you communist b----" (he pulls her up).

Platoon Leader: "Walk"

Reporter: "Where are you taking me."

Platoon Leader: (Slaps her across the face). "You don't ask questions you communist b----... I'm in charge here. Now Walk!!!"

Platoon Leader leads her to a hospital room with a bed... Next scenes explicit... 15 minutes later the Platoon leader emerges from the room and the communist reporter has been sedated and restrained on the bed.


Platoon Leader begins to continue his search for the code.

Surviving Squad Leader in the hospital is also looking for the access code. He opens a door and he hears "three shrieks" the last thing he sees before he is cut in two is a large green thing leaping through the air aimed directly at him.


About 60 paracommandos are still alive in the city. The group of 4 made it to the Town Hall, they fired off the flares... But no help came... Around the city about 24 helicopters are either crashed, or the insides are red with the blood of the crews.

There are 4 Paracommandos in Town Hall. 9 groups of 3 taking positions in various buildings. And then 3 groups of 3 near the Police Station.

2 of the groups in various buildings linked up and decided to head for the hospital. A “walking dead” bit one of their comrades and he is beginning to get very sick. Two Paracommandos are helping him walk, the others are providing cover. They need to find a doctor in the hospital and hope that he can help their comrade. They are approximately 18 blocks from the hospital.

In the police station the 200 remaining citizens and 27 police officers have set up their last stand positions in the basement and on the top floor.


Six miles away, in the nearby small town of Hendrikville, (population 8,657) four very strange looking dogs were shot to death after they jumped through a window into a cafe and began to attack customers. Twenty people were admitted to a Hendrikville hospital after they began showing very odd symptoms. They were itching uncontrollably, they were burning hot, and their flesh was falling off in large flakes.



The remaining 68 Elephant helicopters at the 7th Paracommando Regiment base (each holds 10 Paracommandos) have been loaded and begin to take off... They are to rescue their comrades who entered into Rhodesville earlier. Also, 8 helicopters are to head to the accident site and see what happened to the platoon sent in earlier.


100 Elephant Helicopters at the 4th Paracommando Regiment Base begin fueling and preparing for operation. (1,000 Paracommandos total).

100 Elephant Helicopters at the 5th Paracommando Regiment Base begin fueling and preparing for operation. (1,000 Paracommandos total)

100 Elephant Helicopters at the 6th Paracommando Regiment Base begin fueling and preparing for operation. (1,000 Paracommando total)

100 Elephant Helicopters at the 8th Paracommando Regiment Base begin fueling and preparing for operation. (1,000 Paracommando total)

The 68 Elephant T/A Helicopters lifted off from the 7th Paracommando Regiment Base and headed for Rhodesville. They would be there in about 20-30 minutes.

As they were airborne, 8 helicopters had to make a forced landing, they had engine failures... They almost crash landed... It was a hard landing, but the pilots were well skilled.

Pilot 1: "Where are we.."

Copilot: "Near some small town called Hendrikville. It's about 1 and 1/2 miles north-west of here."


The 80 paracommandos jumped out of their Elephant T/A Helicopters. They got all the gear they could carry and decided to head for Hendrikville. A company captain, 2 lieutenants, and 8 sgts were included in the 80 paracommandos...

Captain: "Okay people, lets move out... Pilots, Copilots, grab a gun and fall in."

8 Pilots and 8 Copilots grab equipment and join the Paracommando column... Now 96 elite soldiers are heading for Hendrikville.

Meanwhile in Hendrikville, swarms of infected crows have descended on the small town. Residents had heard some mortar fire from Rhodesville earlier, but they had no communication with them... No radio, no phones, no TV, nothing, but they figured it was just the monsoon causing the communications problem. Now about 7,923 of the people in Hendrikville were wandering aimlessly through the streets moaning loudly "ahhhh". The small police force of about 37 was totally unprepared to deal with such a situation. They took cover in the Hendrikville police station and sealed the windows and doors. A few survivors also took cover in the police station, those lucky enough to make it to the station.

The doors were sealed shut by steel gates, the windows by similar methods... How long would it hold?

Outside, the 96 Paracommandos moved closer to the city. They could smell death and smoke.... Parts of Hendrikville were burning.



The 60 Elephants that were still airborne, were fast approaching their Landing Zones near Rhodesville...

It is about 8 pm... The virus had been in Hendrikville for about 2-3 hours, and it had been in Rhodesville since about 4:50 a.m.

Hendrik Rhodes was in a conference with several commanders. Colonel Leon Degrelle III, General Walter Kruger I, and a few others.


Kruger: "I need authorization to use nuclear weapons to contain this if necessary."

Rhodes: "I grant you the authorization, but nothing too large... I didn't know we still had any land based nuclear weapons."

Kruger: "We never told you that we kept lots of the nuclear weapons sir, we don't want you getting into any trouble if something happens."

Rhodes: "I understand, why do you think I never put anything in writing."

Degrelle: "Emperor, let the Rhodes Youth Divisions retake Rhodesville... I know we can do it."

Rhodes: "No, I'll hear none of that. I want the 2 new brigades of Grenadier Guards, the youth we just swore into the Teutonic Knights... I want them sent to the vicinity to keep onlookers away and keep people from getting out... This will give them valuable operational experience and test their loyalty."

Kruger: "I'll get right on it."

Degrelle: "Well, if you need me sir. My soldiers stand ready to move."

Rhodes: "Very well Walter, I am returning to the Rhodes City residence. If you need me... Well I don't see why we'd need to discuss this further... The matter will soon be resolved."




A squadron of 5 Su-25s is readying at a base in White Western Province. They are each being loaded with 4 500 lb bombs labeled "GB"... They don't know that it will not even slow the "walking dead".

In Rhodesville, the 6 Paracommandos who had joined together to get 1 of their wounded to a doctor had reached the hospital. Two men carried the wounded comrade as the other 3 provided fire. They had shot about 250 "walking dead" as they made the almost 15 block trip to the hospital.



Inside, they heard shrieks coming from lower levels... They pushed past wreckage blocking the front door.



The Platoon Leader (Dimitri)... The one, who was searching for Doctor Gregorov II's Access code, so he could get into the basement lab and get the IG-Virus Strain 2 prototype and the IG-Virus cure, had made some progress. He found the access code and was on his way to where the hidden entrance to the lab would be.



He heard the unmistakeable footsteps of at Paracommandos... At least 6 of them he thought. 1 was being carried by comrades... He ducked down behind a desk and waited for them to pass.



"Doctor!!" one of them called out.



"Doctor!!"





Once they had passed, he continued on his way to the entrance to the lab.





The two men carrying their wounded comrade set him down on an operating table and they themselves sat in nearby chairs... "We'll wait here" they said.



The other 3 men split up and went to look for help.

Another HAZMAT detection satellite passed over Mobotuland again. The virus had indeed spread, but fortunatley the virus had not come within fifty miles of the border so it was safe to resupply the Magdhan troops in the bunkers.

The C-130s Magdha owned were able to resupply bunkered troopes resisting a chemical or bio attack using sterile and airtight tubes running from the airplanes to the supply shafts(Which are sprayed with disenfectants in each of the 10 airlocks and all air removed in the first)

Magdhan Aurora bombers in the underground airstrips were loaded with White Phosphorus incindiary bombs. Even water could not put out these weapons which were perfect for hitting a monsoon drenched town.

Dimitri had finally reached the hidden entrance to the secret underground lab... He went down two floors on the elevator... A loud shriek was the first thing that greeted him when the doors opened. As a large green beast leapt through the air, he used a 12-gauge shotgun to blast it down... He recently had picked up the shotgun after he blew the lock off the door of the hospital armory.


He quickly ran forward, 5 more shrieks... He fired 8 more shotgun rounds, all in rapid succession. All of the beasts fell down. He stopped and loaded 9 rounds into the shotgun... He proceeded forward.

Meanwhile, as one of the 3 Paracommandos searching for help was walking past a hospital room, he heard a noise. He leaned against the wall, then kicked the door down and rushed in. He pointed his gun. He saw a woman who was beginning to come out of what appeared to be a drug induced unconscious, she was restrained with the sort of straps they use to restrain those who are a risk to injure themselves or others...

He walked over to her and said, "What happened to you? Are you okay?"

He began to remove the straps. She replied, "Some Paracommando lieutenant, he slapped me around a bunch and then raped me, then he put those straps on so I couldn't leave, he drugged me, he was going to leave me here to die. Then you came here... Thank you."

The corporal asked her a question: "Did you see what his name was, it would have been on his uniform." (He asked this as he helped her sit up)

She replied, "Arkan."

The corporal gasped "Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan... We haven't seen him in hours, after we landed, nobody saw him... He just disappeared... I never trusted him. He must be up to something."

The lady spoke again, "There is a secret lab somewhere beneath this hospital, and the medical company Gregorov Inc is behind this virus. They made it so that those infected would spread the infection by attacking others... They have to be stopped."

Corporal: "My God... You're right; they'll have to be stopped... Don't worry; I'll get you out of here. Do you want to wait here or come with me?"

Reporter: "I'll wait here for just a while longer."

Corporal: "Here, take this, and make sure you don't panic and shoot the wrong person." (Hands her a Beretta 92-F pistol and 3 magazines.)


Reporter: "Thank you, good luck... And watch your back."

Corporal: "If you see Lieutenant Arkan shoot him without hesitation, good luck to you also. I'll be back shortly."



Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan was on his way back to the elevator... He had found the research, the IG-Virus Strain 2 prototype, and the IG-Virus Strain 1 cure, along with the date on the attempts to make an IG-virus strain 2 cure (all attempts thus far to make a cure for Strain 2 have failed.)

He was heading back to the elevator confident that he was soon going to be 50,000,000 richer.


The police station was reduced to about 14 police officers and 96 survivors... The Commandos in the streets of Rhodesville now numbered about 63...

The 60 Elephant T/A helicopters were still about 8 minutes away from Rhodesville.

The team of 96 Paracommandos was just entering into the outskirts of Hendrikville... They were shocked by what they saw...


The 5 Su-25s, each loaded with 4: 500 lb Sarin bombs began their approach to Rhodesville:

Flight Leader: "ETA to target 2 minutes. Activate Binary-Agent mixing process. Over". All pilots push a button and the two-agents in the bombs mix to form Sarin (they are usually mixed into two primary agents "binary" and then mixed into the Sarin itself in mid-air to maximize efficiency).

Flight Leader: "Remember people, this isn't an exercise... You're to drop every GB bomb on your targets."

About 110 seconds later...

Pilot 1: "I have a visual on my target. Moving in now... Dropping bombs..."

Pilot 2: "Visual... Bombs away."

Pilot 3: "Visual... Bombs away."

Pilot 4: "Visual... Bombs away."

Flight Leader: "Visual... Bombs away... Okay people, great job, mission accomplished. Lets head back to base."

10,000 lbs of Sarin crashed into Rhodesville. It did nothing other than kill 200 survivors scattered throughout the city... It also killed 18 Paracommandos who had removed their NBC gear.

All 5 of the Su-25s turn and begin to head back to base.


Two Brigades of Grenadier Guards were on their way towards the remote rural area of White Western Province. They had 10 nuclear tipped artillery shells...

*Magdhan Nuclear Command- Somewhere in the Ghat Mountains*

A wire came onto the Top Secret computer, It read:
"Target 3 missiles for each of the following targets." A map showed areas of the infection and crosshairs for where the missiles were to be targeted.
"Do not launch the missiles until further notice from the Maharajah"

As the elevator rose to the first floor, the Corporal was walking around in the room where the Lieutenant would be exiting the secret elevator.

The elevator rose, the door opened, Lieutenant Arkan walked out, walked about 60 feet down a secret passage, and pressed a button. The wall in the office of one of the doctor's slid up... As he walked out, the corporal quickly spun around and trained his Fn-Fal on the Lieutenant.

Corporal Johnson: "We thought you were dead sir, we hadn't seen you in over 16 hours..."

Lieutenant Arkan: "Well you can see I'm fine. Don't point your gun at me" (as he is speaking, he sets down the case containing the cure, Strain-2 prototype, and the documents."

Johnson: "What is in the case sir."

Arkan: "Nothing that concerns you Corporal."

Arkan: "I want you to help me, go outside and make sure the path is clear." (As he is speaking, he moves his hand to a gun he has in a holster behind his back)

Johnson: "You know sir, I don't know what is going on, but it seems you have a far better idea... You knew right where to go. You knew what to look for... It seems you know more than all of us."

Arkan: "I am an officer you know. I am privy to certain information and privileges of rank."

Johnson: "Do those privileges of rank include raping at will?"

Arkan: "What are you talking about, you're mad.”

Johnson: "You know what I'm talking about you monster!!!"

(As Johnson yells out, Arkan quickly pulls his gun out of his behind the back holster; he tries to draw it forward to aim... However, a burst from Johnson's Fn-Fal ends Arkan's attempt to fire... Arkan falls to the floor, with about 4 bullets in his body)


Johnson walks over and picks up the case... He kicks Arkan’s gun out of his hand and kicks Arkan over onto his side. He is motionless and blood is spurting from his mouth.

He chokes out one last sentence: "You've got 8 minutes... You'll never make it."

Johnson grabs the case and runs... He guesses what Arkan was talking about... C-4, lots of it... He remembered Lt. Arkan and 2 of Arkan's squad leaders had packed about 60 lbs of C-4 each before getting onto the Elephants.


He ran to as fast as he could to the second floor, screamed for his comrades to get out as he ran to the third floor... He grabbed the lady reporter and helped her up. He didn't think she could run so he slung her over his shoulder. He strapped the case onto his back... He ran as fast as he could. As he was running to the exit, he looked into the room where about 7 minutes ago, Arkan lay dying... Nothing but a large pool of blood. Arkan was gone... "But how" Johnson thought... That would have to wait for later.

As he ran out of the main door, a blast began in the basement. He made it about 100 feet from the door by the time the explosion engulfed the entire hospital...

4 of his comrades were waiting for him... They had bad news, the Paracommando who had been bitten by a creature person had mutated into one of them and they had to shoot him...

They ran about 1/2 block before they found a place suitable to take cover in. A warehouse... One of Johnson's comrades told everybody to stand back. They did so and he proceeded to blast the heavy metal door down with an RPG. They entered cautiously into the warehouse.


By now the small team of 5 Paracommandos and the female reporter were almost the only survivors left in the all of Rhodesville. The police station was only occupied with the "Walking dead"...

The 4 paracommandos at the Town Hall who had sent up the flare had been joined by a local survivalist and his family... The nut had everything, a mortar, RPGs, a dozen Fn-Fals, 1/2 dozen MP-5s, his hummer even had a 40mm Grenade Launcher... Also about 8 paracommandos joined the Town Hall force... They were surrounded by tens of thousands of "walking dead."


Despite the intense rain, the sound of incoming Elephant T/A helicopters could be heard... Lots of them... Well over 50... The 60 Elephant helicopters would be landing soon. 20 of them would land within 100 yards of the Police station, 10 of them would land within 100 yards of Town Hall, 10 of them would land at the hospital, and 20 of them would land on the outskirts of Rhodesville and jog into the center of the City.

Magdhan planes stood down after a thermal scan showed FWS forces were taking control. Visuals were impossible with the monsoon clouds however.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan lay in the grass about 200 yards away from the hospital. He was without a gun; all he had was a knife and a few hand grenades. He cursed himself for not drawing his gun quicker... But he was quite glad he had decided to wear the ceramic plates for his body armor. But 1 of the rounds hit him in the arm; he also felt that he had a broken rib.

He decided he would find a gun store and procure some arms... He managed to pull himself up and continued on. He was in pain but he had some strong painkillers, he took a few... He began to feel almost invincible. He decided after he found some guns that he would go after Corporal Johnson and his unit of "Do-gooders", he also figured he'd have another go at the communist spy... "Reporter indeed", he thought to himself, "She's a spy for sure."


He knew finding a gun wouldn't be a problem, after all, there were about 10 guns per every adult in FWS... But he had spent 10 minutes looking and found nothing. Suddenly, something caught his eye. An MP-5, standard Paracommando officer issue. It was in the hands of a dead lieutenant, he knew the officer... He never liked the man... "Well, thank you for the gun comrade." He bent over to retrieve the MP-5 but the dead man wouldn't let go of it... As he kept trying to pry the man's cold dead hands off of the gun, he realized something. The dead lieutenant jumped to life... Well living death... And pulled Arkan down... Arkan went mad and stabbed his knife into the lieutenant about 20 times... The creature slumped back onto the ground, Arkan managed to get the MP-5 and all the magazines the Lieutenant had left.

However, the blood from the creature had splattered all over him... He knew he would normally have about 3 hours to get the cure... But, he had taken viral resistance medication before the operation, this would give him about 7 hours extra... But he would have to hurry. He was sure Corporal Johnson would have the case on him.

Meanwhile, in Hendrikville, the 96 Paracommandos who had walked into the small town found nothing moving in the entire town... Everybody appeared dead... They walked down the main street. A total of about 4,000 bodies were scattered along either side of road... Suddenly they heard a moan... The bodies started to rise... The captain cried out "Hold it right there". He fired into the air... They kept coming... "FIRE" he screamed... 96 Paracommandos leveled their weapons and opened fire....

For about 6 minutes, the only thing heard was machine gun fire, grenade explosions, moans of the "walking dead", and the screams of Paracommandos as they were swarmed over by the creatures and devoured... Then silence... The smoke of the grenades cleared and revealed the mangled and partially eaten bodies of 84 Paracommandos. The captain, 1 lieutenant, 2 sgts, 1 pilot, 1 copilot, and 6 Paracommandos were all that was left alive... They had retreated into a nearby restaurant... The door wouldn't hold for long... But they didn't plan on staying long either... They entered into the kitchen and started looking around when a young man (about 23 years old) jumped up from behind a counter and pointed a G-36 rifle. "Who are you!!" he yelled.

Captain: "We're Paracommandos from the 7th Paracommando Regiment. We're here to help. Don't worry, we're not creatures. Tell me what happened here."

Cook: (the man lowers his G-36) "Thank God... I don't know... Some dogs attacked some customers earlier... These were unusual dogs... They broke through the windows, attacked, ripped at them... We had to shoot all 4 of them to get them to stop. The people were taken to the hospital... Then a few hours later, all this happens... We need to get out of here."

The creatures smash the front door in.

Captain: "Hurry, does this place have a back door?"

Cook: "Yes this way" (The cook joins the 12 Paracommandos and leads them to the rear door. They all run out into the night... The Paracommandos put their NVGs on. They head for the police station)

Magdhan HAZMAT reports looked grim, the virus was indeed spreading but not toards mobotuland. If it came within 30 miles the area would be burnt to ashes.

FNN reports: "Police at checkpoints outside of Gustavus City shot dead 6 men and 4 women who were coming fron Rhodesville. They were apparently shot dead after they began complaining of extremely high fever and itching."

FNN Reporter: "What this means, we do not yet know." However a general quarantine is in order for all of White Western Province. Nobody leaves or enters... Only the military may enter.

The virus was indeed spreading, it was heading into FWS rather then across the border. The Maharajah decided that action must be taken.

Institute a quarantine of all FWS citizens trying to enter Mobotuland, if they show any sign of infection, dispose of them.

Cadet: Sir, our satelites are picking up some kind of advanced anomaly, it has been caught in a wind current on a trajectory just little under 2 KM below our borders, there are 2 towns there that are in danger of being infected, estimated arrival, 3 hours. Should we evacuate those towns?

Grand Admiralty: Of course Cadet, send out the order. Get the 2nd Infantry division into Bio-Suits and help evacuate those towns, inform the president of the situation at hand.

Mobutoland National New Network: "Reports from the small town of Mobutoville, population 6,500, located about 1/2 way between West Victoria and 1/2 between the FWS border. Are that a large flock of crows descended on a crowd of citizens as they were in a park.. The citizens ran for cover inside a building. The crows broke through the windows to continue attacking them. Eventually all the crows were killed. The citizens were admitted to a local hospital after they began complaining of high fever and itching."

Note, Mobutoville is about 200 miles from West Victoria and 200 miles from the FWS border.

Cadet: Sir, our satelites are picking up some of the IG-Virus, has been caught in a wind current on a trajectory just little under 2 KM below our borders, there are 2 towns there that are in danger of being infected, estimated arrival, 3 hours. Should we evacuate those towns?

Grand Admiralty: Of course Cadet, send out the order. Get the 2nd Infantry division into Bio-Suits and help evacuate those towns, inform the president of the situation at hand.

I didn't know you 1) Knew what the IG-Virus is... It's quite secret... 2) Bordered me... I am FWS... (Namibia, Botswana and Rhodesia (aka Zimbabwe)... But hey, that's cool.. You can border me... Say you're a nation near me..

Cadet: Sir, our satelites are picking up some of the IG-Virus, has been caught in a wind current on a trajectory just little under 2 KM below our borders, there are 2 towns there that are in danger of being infected, estimated arrival, 3 hours. Should we evacuate those towns?

Grand Admiralty: Of course Cadet, send out the order. Get the 2nd Infantry division into Bio-Suits and help evacuate those towns, inform the president of the situation at hand.

I didn't know you 1) Knew what the IG-Virus is... It's quite secret... 2) Bordered me... I am FWS... (Namibia, Botswana and Rhodesia (aka Zimbabwe)... But hey, that's cool.. You can border me... Say you're a nation near me..

OOC: I didnt say I bordered you, I just sayed ur virus got caught in a wind current that has that trajectory :)
OOC: I edited, the IG-Virus part

The troops went into a full lockdown and all cargo planes took off, the virus could not survive in the air and the planes flew back to the Maldives for detoxification and quarantine.

Magdhan aurora bombers were manned and drove through the first airlock. The blast door closed behind them and locked. They passed through the sceond airlock and then ran off the underground runways through the final door. They climbed to an altitude of 130,000 feet and headed straight for mobotuville. The president had sceretly agreed to this action and the highflying stealth planes were invisible to their radars thus making this operation entirley secret.

The planes flew within ten miles of the Mobotuland owned section and dropped the napalm bombs.

100 Bombs rained down on the city and reduced the mobotu side to an inferno. The planes then headed for the maldives.

FNN reports: "Police at checkpoints along the border between White Western Province and Northern Province, shot dead 8 men and 3 women who were attempting to enter into Northern Province.


Reports from 3 small farming communities about 1 mile from the White Western Province border, just inside Northern Province are that Police have shot dead about 20 people who began complaining of itching and high fever.

Fascist News Network: Reports from Gustavus City, the largest city in White Western Province, about 4 million in population, is that police shot dead approximately 800 people who were found to be in hospitals complaining of itching and high fever... Reserve forces in the city were ordered mobilized and all people are ordered to prepare to pass through check points in the southern part of the city as part of an evacuation plan. Doctor's from Gregorov Inc will be present to examine those seeking to leave the city.

General Walter Kruger I addressed the nation via the FNN,


"We are greatly worried about the recent viral outbreak in the Western part of FWS. We have tested the virus, and early tests show that this virus is quite likely ebola. We will have more tests to confirm what it is though. We also believe that it is quite likely the result of international terrorism or communism. We are asking everybody in the Western Part of FWS or within 10 miles of White Western Province to remain calm, stay home, and make sure their NBC suit is on properly. The Paracommandos are being sent in to help with evacuation."

60 Elephant T/A helicopters landed in their designated zones in Rhodesville... However 10 of the Elephants tasked with securing the hospital realized it was just a smoldering wreck, they decided to each pick a rooftop on a nearby building and land on it.

10 Elephants split up and landed on 10 separate roofs.

10 Elephants landed near Town Hall..

20 Elephants landed near the Police Station...

20 Elephants landed near the outskirts of town...



The men immediately noticed the smell of rotting flesh that pervaded in the air.

All but 6 of the Paracommandos in the Estate near the original accident site were dead... The 6 had decided they would have to try to make the 4-6 mile run to Rhodesville.

They counted their ammunition. They had taken all they could find from their comrades, and from within the estate... A sizable arsenal was in the estate. The owner, who was forunate enough to be vacationing in Salisbury, had about 100 various guns and over 200,000 rounds of ammunition in his basement arsenal... However they couldn't carry all of it, as much as they would have liked to have been able to. They each took a G-36 rifle, MP-5a2, 1 pistol, and about 10 magazines for each weapon. They would try to move swift but they knew they'd need lots of ammunition.

FNN report: "Police stationed at Gustavus City International Airport, shot dead 12 people who were trying to board flights to several countires, such as South Africa, Egypt, Italy, Mozambique, France, and Spain... The people all were itching heavily and were very pale."


The Airport has since been shut down and all flights in and out are cancelled until further notice. Also, Port Rhodes in White Western Province, on the Atlantic Ocean has been shut down... Although approximately 62 merchant ships have left in the past 12 hours, before the quarantine of the port was ordered.


Port Rhodes is in the extreme North-West of White Western Province.

The 100 Paracommandos who landed on the roofs of different buildings were making their way down through the buildings... However, the buildings were filled with "walking dead". Approximately 70 Paracommandos made it to the streets..


The 200 Paracommandos who landed in the outskirts of the city were making their way into the center of Rhodesville. Thus far, there were still about 180 of them left alive.


The 100 Paracommandos who landed near the Town Hall... They found a small team of 12 paracommandos, and the local survivalist and his family... The besieged survivors were delighted to see help arrive.
But shrieks could be heard all throughout the city... Most of the green beasts had managed to escape the explosion at the hospital.


The 200 Paracommandos who had landed near the Police station, were making their way into the station. They had cleared the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd floors and the basement, all that remained was the 4th floor and the roof. About 160 of the Paracommandos were still alive.


The struggles in the city raged on, night had long since fallen and it was about 9:30 P.M.

We are closing Magdhan ports to all ships.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan was closing in on the Corporal Johnson and his team of 4 Paracommandos and the snoopy lady reporter... He had been tracking them for the past 15 minutes now.


He was only thinking of getting to the case that Johnson had...


He had figured they were probably heading to Town Hall as was the plan in the event of mission failure... He was waiting between them and the intersection they'd have to cross on their way... As they approached, he set off 3 smoke grenade bombs and 2 flash bangs... In the confusion, he fired an entire magazine at them and killed 2 of the Paracommandos, he wounded Johnson slightly in the shoulder, Johnson, the 2 remaining Paracommandos, and the reporter all dove behind abandoned cars to take cover. Under the cover of the smoke, Arkan darted forward and took the case... He ran as fast as he could to the nearest building and crashed through the door. He locked it behind him...

Johnson, the 2 Paracommandos, and the lady reporter decided to move on, it wasn't worth trying to go after Arkan and risking more losses. Besides, they had to let the others know about him.

Arkan sat down at a table and opened the case. He took out a needle and a vile of anti-virus... After loading the anti-virus into the needle, he injected it into the vein in his arm.

He decided he would go into the back room of the shop, safely behind the steel door and rest for a while. The anti-virus would make him tired... He knew this city like the back of his hand... He should, he spent the first 20 years of his life in this city. He entered into the room and closed the steel door. He decided to relax a while before going after his prey... Johnson and the other Paracommandos with him would die and he would have another go at the lady spy.

The remainder of the 7th Regiment was scattered all throughout the city...


The evacuation of Gustavus City had already begun. 2 million people had been cleared to leave, and police had shot dead about 1,500 people who should signs of the virus... The police feared that many people who thought themselves sick would simply stay home now... They fear they have many more infections than they are aware of. Health Officials estimate as many as 100,000 infected may be inside Gustavus City... All those who want to evacuate are urged to flee south... If they pass the health exam at the checkpoints that Gregorov Inc and the FWS Army Bio-Containment units (FABCU) have in place, they'll be allowed to leave the city. Anybody who doesn't pass with be shot or turned back, depending on the severity of their symptoms.

2 Brigades of Grenadier Guards are moving into positions about 25 miles South of Rhodesville and Hendrikville. They are currently passing west of Gustavus City, they will arrive in position in about 12 real hours... They are having massive problems due to the monsoons.

Brigade of Fascist Grenadier Guards (5,000 soldiers (mechanized infantry) each (each with enough F-BMP-3s to carry all 5,000 soldiers. Plus 500 super T-101-G tanks each, plus 250: 155mm SPA each, 100 Mobile SAMS each)

FNN: FWS Army High Command has ordered 12 mechanized divisions, 2 paratrooper divisions, and 6 Light Infantry Air Mobile Divisions into the area around Gustavus City.



airborne paratrooper divisions (18,000 each, transported in C-130s, assorted artillery and AA weapons)

light infantry airmobile divisions (18,000 each plus helicopters to transport the men and assorted artillery)

mechanized infantry divisions (18,000 each plus IVFs for all men and 200 155mm SPA each.) Other assorted Artillery (Towed 155mm, Towed 255mm)

In Hendrikville, a small town about 4 miles from Rhodesville, the 12 paracommandos and the 1 cook (man with the G-36) made their way to the police station. 1 captain, 1 lieutenant, 2 sgts, 1 pilot, 1 copilot, and 3 paracommandos, along with the cook made it the police station.


Remarkably, 32 of the 37 Hendrikville police were still alive and in the police station. Most had headed for the station immediately upon hearing of problems in nearby Rhodesville.

I think the FWS soldiers have this under control.

Good, keep scanning mobotuland for infectious crows and whatnot.

In Hendrikville, a small town about 4 miles from Rhodesville, the 12 Paracommandos and the 1 cook (man with the G-36) made their way to the police station. 1 captain, 1 lieutenant, 2 sgts, 1 pilot, 1 copilot, and 3 Paracommandos, along with the cook made it the police station.


Remarkably, 32 of the 37 Hendrikville police were still alive and in the police station. Most had headed for the station immediately upon hearing of problems in nearby Rhodesville.


Of the 6 Paracommandos who were left in the estate and had decided to make the 5.6-mile run to Rhodesville, all 6 of them made it into the outskirts of the city in after about 38 minutes of running.


Reports from South Victoria in Mobutoland (a port city of about 4.75 million) are that tens of thousands of infected crows have been attacking people as they walked in the streets... Thousands are feared infected and the army has called in 300,000 soldiers to surround the city and help evacuation.

AAA units all around White Western Province in FWS and all throughout Mobutoland have been ordered to fire into the flocks of crows and vultures...

FWS, our troops are in lockdown. Nothing in or out. We are in our bunkers in Mobotuland.

In Hendrikville, the 1 cook (man with the G-36) 1 captain, 1 lieutenant, 2 sgts, 1 pilot, 1 copilot, and 3 Paracommandos, were at the police station.

32 Hendrikville police, about 5 dozen survivors, and the Paracommando Team boarded 1/2 dozen heavy cargo transport helicopters that happened to be at the police station from 3 days ago when they delivered relief to those displaced by the monsoons... Approximately 100 people packed into the helicopters and they lifted off. As they left, life itself left Hendrikville, only the "walking dead" remained...

The storm had let up some around Hendrikville and they radioed to 7th Paracommando Regiment Base... No reply...

They radioed to 1st Airborne Paratrooper Division Base. No reply.

They radioed to 8th Paracommando Regiment base and got a reply. Most units in the area were not in their bases... Every single soldier in those bases had left to go surround various locations and help the quarantine....

They told them that all living had been evacuated from Hendrikville.

The word reached the 11th Grenadier Guards Brigade... Two 155mm SPA stopped and readied to fire... Two nuclear artillery shells were loaded... 27 miles away in Hendrikville, two nuclear blasts consumed what had become a city of the dead... Nothing was left standing.... In Hendrikville, the virus had been contained.


Then suddenly, 12th and 11th Grenadier Guards Brigades received word that no less than 200,000 “walking dead” were confirmed in Gustavus City… Approximately 3,500,000 had been evacuated, about 5,000 shot dead as infected… This left about 295,000 uninfected still remaining in the City.

Army Divisions were moving into positions around Gustavus City.

FNN: Reports are coming in that incidents of crows attacking people have been received from all nations neighboring FWS... Angola reports thousands of crows attacking citizens... Zambia reports several hundred crow attacks. Mozambique reports a few dozen. South Africa has reported a few hundred crow attacks... Mobutoland has reported tens of thousands of crow attacks.

Isolated crow attacks have been reported all throughout FWS however most outside of White Western Province have been contained by police and (FABCU) Fascian Army Bio-Containment Units.

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Magdhan HAZMAT detection satellites passed over FWS. The virus ws dead in Hendrikville but had spread over a 100 mile radius and little less then 30 miles from the locked down troops.

OCC:If you're getting attacked by birds simply one word.Shotgun.

Of the approximately 70 Paracommandos who made it to the streets after landing on roofs, about 20 were still alive..


Of the 180 Paracommandos who landed in the outskirts of the city and made their way into the center of Rhodesville, about 40 were still alive.


The 100 Paracommandos who landed near the Town Hall... About 70 were still alive, plus the 12 Paracommandos that were waiting for them... A grand total of 82 Paracommandos at the Town Hall.


Of the 160 Paracommandos who were tasked with securing the police station, about 90 of them were still alive.


The struggles in the city raged on, night had long since fallen and it was about 11:30 P.M.


232 Paracommandos... Almost all the remains from what about 24 hours ago were 1,000 proud elite of the 7th Paracommando Regiment. 6 Paracommandos ran into the city from an estate about 5.6 miles away and joined their comrades. Also, Corporal Johnson and his 2 Paracommando comrades... Also, Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan technically counts as a paracommando..

Out of 1,000 Paracommandos who went into the area about 24 hours ago... 242 are still alive. (Add the 9 who managed to escape Hendrikville) and you have 251 out of 1,000 still alive.

OCC:If you're getting attacked by birds simply one word.Shotgun.

Thousands of crows... All are infected with the virus that zombifies them and drives them to feed on blood.

[code:1:c37f931988]FWS, we can send Magdhan spec ops groups to assist you[/code:1:c37f931988]

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[code:1:c64150169a]FWS, we can send Magdhan spec ops groups to assist you[/code:1:c64150169a]

[code:1:c64150169a] No... This is totally classified... There is no problem in FWS that requires any help... In fact, there is no problem at all. There is nothing going on except for possibly Ebola or Weaponized LSD that is causing people to act a little odd. [/code:1:c64150169a]

FPS would like to offer support for FWS in any way possible, simply judging currently by the fact that the 220 remaining paratroopers probably won't hold out.

OOC: This comment was released before which time as the government became aware of the fact that FPS had quite similar problems...


This is all classified top secret... Nobody is supposed to know about this.

FPS would like to offer support for FWS in any way possible, simply judging currently by the fact that the 220 remaining paratroopers probably won't hold out.

OOC: This comment was released before which time as the government became aware of the fact that FPS had quite similar problems...

FPS this virus is only known to FWS and a few countires he tried to sell or give the virus to (his allies ie ME). You do not know what causes this virus nor can a crow make it to the pacific.

OOC: FWS, I probably should of asked earlier, would it be realistic for those birds to have reached me? If not, I could just delete my posts...I was simply attempting to add more...shall we say....chaos..to the situation.

[code:1:0b8d43046f]FWS, we can send Magdhan spec ops groups to assist you[/code:1:0b8d43046f]

[code:1:0b8d43046f] No... This is totally classified... There is no problem in FWS that requires any help... In fact, there is no problem at all. There is nothing going on except for possibly Ebola or Weaponized LSD that is causing people to act a little odd. [/code:1:0b8d43046f]

[code:1:0b8d43046f]I'm not a child, you tried to give me a sample of this Plague. I did not want any but I did program knowlege of it into my HAZMAT satellite for detection in case this kind of thing happend. Now do you need help?[/code:1:0b8d43046f]

OOC: FWS, I probably should of asked earlier, would it be realistic for those birds to have reached me? If not, I could just delete my posts...I was simply attempting to add more...shall we say....chaos..to the situation.


You should probably delete or edit them... A ship that left South Victoria about 3 hours ago was headed for your nation... The ship has been set on autopilot and the crew stopped reporting in about 45 minutes ago... That can be how it gets to you.

Are there ships headed for my ports?

OOC: Ignore earlier posts. I'll edit them to say nothing but "Post deleted for RP purposes."
IC:
Port Morskins, Free Pacific States. Population: 2 Million
"I don't believe this shit. They won't respond to us on radio, but they pilot the ship right in and simply act like nothings happened?" Mark Foggelman, cheif operations officer for Dock Section C in Port Morskins said, looking at his assistant as they walked up the gangplank to the ship.

"The radio could have been out, sir." replied the assistant, obviously simply wanting to leave this to the customs people and the cargo boys following them and get back to the warmth of the docking control center.

"No way. The ships autopilot resonded with a "I'm not sure what's up. Come on, people, lets split up. Two customs agents and four dock boys per group, spread out. I want four customs guys with me, we'll check the bridge."

Half an hour later, the group of thirty men who had searched the ship were back on the dock, all bewildered. The entire crew was gone. Foggelman, who had unknkowingly picked up the virus through some blood he had found, turned to the men. "Alright, get back to your posts. I'll call the cops, maybe they can help out."

And still unknowingly, Mark and his assistant walked back to the main control center. An hour later, when the shift changed, Foggelman and the entire shift went out to party, it being their third year on the job without an accident.

By the end of the night, around 900 cases of a strange plague had been reported, and local hospital personel were panicking, having no idea how to treat the symtoms. Meanwhile the Free Pacific States National Medical Center was trying to find out what the hell was going on though various reports sent to them by city doctors.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan awoke after about 3 hours of sleep in the back of the store he was in. He had never felt so alive... He decided that it was unimportant if Johnson and the lady spy made it out of the city alive... All Dimitri was concerned about was making sure that Dimitri made it out safely... Along with the case, and his ticket to what he figured should be USD 100,000,000.


11th and 12th Grenadier Guards Brigades were nearing artillery range of Rhodesville... They would be in artillery range in approximately 3 hours.

Then suddenly, in the city, something happened... The storm ended... While it only ended for about 30 minutes, it gave helicopters from 4th Paracommando Regiment Base enough time to move in and evacuate about 241 Paracommandos and 100 civilian survivors.


Corporal Johnson, his men, the lady reporter (or spy if you prefer), were all aboard the helicopters... They were leaving the nightmare... For them, it was over... Or was it? Teutonic Knights Intelligence Service Squads were waiting at 7th Paracommando Regiment Base to debrief them and assure them that they didn't see what they thought they saw, and that they didn't experience what they thought they did.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan was the only Paracommando left alive in Rhodesville... As a matter of fact, there were only about 100 people including him left alive in the entire city... He decided he would jog out of the city. He had what he considered enough ammunition; the case could be placed in his rucksack... He would be fine... He was going to make it...

It would be about 4 miles to the nearest small city, Hendrikville, but that was probably infected he thought.

So he would probably be best going to Wilhelmsville, which was likely uninfected, Wilhelmsville he thought, 12 miles away.

But he was a Paracommando, an elite, and an officer... To become a Paracommando, he had to complete a 40 mile run in 14 hours with a 50 lb pack on, he had little sleep before the run also, and he had to deal with bad weather, insects, it was far from fun... He was a swift runner, when running on a track with no weight; he could easily do a 6-minute mile.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan began his run to Wilhelmsville... He hoped he would find transportation once he arrived there...

Are there ships headed for my ports?


No.

*Max opened his eyes and got up. He didn't know what happened all he remembers is the zombie chasing him and falling down next to him after getting shot. Then he fainted due to loss of blood*

"Where is everyone?"

"HELLO!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

*Max turns around and sees a zombie chasing a women with a 1 year old in her arms*

"Run as fast as you can!"

*The lady ran away and Max wacked him in the head with his pistold. The zombie didn't move all he did os look at Max*

"Uh oh"

*The zombie picks max up and bites the hell out of his left arm. The zombie drops Max and Max falls into a puddle of freezing water*

*Max opened his eyes and got up. He didn't know what happened all he remembers is the zombie chasing him and falling down next to him after getting shot. Then he fainted due to loss of blood*

"Where is everyone?"

"HELLO!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

*Max turns around and sees a zombie chasing a women with a 1 year old in her arms*

"Run as fast as you can!"

*The lady ran away and Max wacked him in the head with his pistold. The zombie didn't move all he did os look at Max*

"Uh oh"

*The zombie picks max up and bites the hell out of his left arm. The zombie drops Max and Max falls into a puddle of freezing water*

I'm going to ask that 1) you specify where these people are... 2) you know what you're talking about (people don't run, everybody has at least 3 guns in my nation... And 1 on their person at all times)... 3) You try to spell properly... If you can adhere to those regulations feel free to keep posting in this RP.

As the screen switched from the newsdesk to the field, a short woman could be seen straightening her tie. Upon seeing some signal from behind camera, however, she quickly turns to face the telivision audience.

"That's right, Tom. An official state of emergency in the Waterway District of Port Morskins has been declared, with a little over 1,600 persons having been reported to show symtoms of some sort of new plague. Thus far, doctors have reported no deaths, and so while the disease seems serious, it is doubtful there will be many large repurcussions of it."

Local news channels, and even the three national Free Pacific States news channels were now playing the story endlessly, it being the only big news event of the night.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan had been running for about 40 minutes now... He'd made it about 4 miles from the City... He stopped to take a drink of water from his water bladder in the pouch in his back pack... He placed the tube into his mouth and drank... His painkillers were starting to wear off but he needed to be awake to run... He'd take more later after he made to Wilhelmsville.. As he sat drinking he had no idea that the 11th Grenadier Guards Brigade had just arrived about 29 miles from Rhodesville. They were within artillery range...

100 155mm SPA stopped and readied to fire... All of them fired about 10 convetional rounds each... Most of Rhodesville was leveled to the ground... 4 SPA loaded nuclear tipped shells... Nothing remained of Rhodesville as the nuclear explosion engulfed everything.

Arkan looked away and shielded his eyes... Damnit he thought... Now I'll have to deal with fallout... Luckily for him, they were small shells and they left little fallout, otherwise he might have been in trouble.

He snapped his water tube back in place and continued to run.

As the screen switched from the newsdesk to the field, a short woman could be seen straightening her tie. Upon seeing some signal from behind camera, however, she quickly turns to face the telivision audience.

"That's right, Tom. An official state of emergency in the Waterway District of Port Morskins has been declared, with a little over 1,600 persons having been reported to show symtoms of some sort of new plague. Thus far, doctors have reported no deaths, and so while the disease seems serious, it is doubtful there will be many large repurcussions of it."

Local news channels, and even the three national Free Pacific States news channels were now playing the story endlessly, it being the only big news event of the night.


You do realize the people appear dead after about 2 hours of infection... Then they collapse, about 1-2 hours later they rise as the "walking dead"... Zombies...

OOC: Nothing to post really. I don't want to rp this virus expanding too quickly, but I also don't want to spoil the rp with pointless posts.

FWS, how is the luitenant contactable for buying w/e is in the case? As soon as the virus becomes a national priority in my nation, having any samples of the actualy virus to create a cure will be greatly necesary..and well paid for.

OOC: Nothing to post really. I don't want to rp this virus expanding too quickly, but I also don't want to spoil the rp with pointless posts.

FWS, how is the luitenant contactable for buying w/e is in the case? As soon as the virus becomes a national priority in my nation, having any samples of the actualy virus to create a cure will be greatly necesary..and well paid for.'

The FWS is officially classifying the virus outbreak as "Weaponized LSD" They claim that it is LSD mixed in with ebola... They say there is nothing to be alarmed about and that the people are just regular people, still alive, just under the influence of mind altering drugs..

According to recent FWS government press conferences, there is no "Zombie virus" and there are no "Zombies" anybody who thinks there are needs to "watch less movies and play less Resident Evil".

OOC: At my last post, it had only been about fourty minute since Foggelman was infected, and only about twenty minutes since others had. So really, no one would know anything was serious yet. But here you are, your moment of turning chaos.
IC:
The number of infected persons in the district have now reached a little over 2000, and a little over 100 in other districts of the city. Also, sadly, the first death of Mark Foggelman was recently reported, and soon afterwards the deaths of another fifteen persons were reported. Local city hospitals are becoming overflowed with patients with a disease they have no cure for, and doctors are really quite clueless.

Magdhan HAZMAT detection satellites showed infections popping up where a ship had landed. So far that was the only international spreading.

SECRET.... Deep in the basement of the Central Secret Police HQ in Rhodes City... While the guards are still recovering from a recent attack, General Walter Kruger is meeting with Dr. Ivan Gregorov II (creator of IG-Virus Strain 1)...

Kruger: "Doctor, how are the tests going?"

Doctor: "The virus has spread over a wide area... It is working quite well. How are the soldiers faring fighting off the "Walking dead?"

Kruger: "Over 700 Paracommandos in Rhodesville died, but we estimate that they killed approximately 24,000 "walking dead."

Doctor: "Does Emperor Rhodes know this wasn't an accident..."

Kruger: "No, this is something that only you and I know. And it shall stay that way."

Doctor: "Does everybody still think that the truck crashed.”

Kruger: "Yes. It did, just with a little help..."

Doctor: "I am gathering useful data that will be used to help create the Strain-2... Strain 2 will remain airborne for approximately 3-4 hours... Strain-1 is currently only 10-20 minutes... Eventually, Strain-3 will remain airborne for about 24 hours."

Kruger: "Very good doctor. Tell me what you've observed thus far."

Doctor: "The virus spread rapidly via the birds, wild animals.. It rapidly spread via travelers, boats, merchant marine, and tourists, people fleeing the "walking dead." This is the ultimate virus... In less than 6 hours reports of infections popped up in most neighboring countries... And only 2,000 lbs were in that truck... Imagine what more could do."

Kruger: "This is indeed a promising study you're conducting. You should get a Nobel Prize for this... But sadly, nobody will ever know what great work you've done. This will all be kept secret. Although you have my congratulations."

Doctor: "Thank you General. Also, the "walking dead" have proven greater adversaries than we originally expected... Almost an entire regiment of Elite Paracommandos died to secure 1 city that was relatively small and of little military value... Imagine what would happen to a city of millions... We're going to see that soon, keep your eyes on Gustavus City... Once the army crushes the "walking dead" the experiment is over. But maybe we'll have to see to it that Hunters or even a prototype Tyrant get released into the city... It will add to the experiment."

Kruger: "Thank you for your time doctor."

Doctor: "No, thank you General."

Kruger: "Don't worry, your Strain-2 will have the needed funding."

How are infections in Mobotuland progressing?

---Stigmata Intel base under CorpSac City---

"sir these came in" a Stigmata Officer handed him a file
"mmm...what is it?" the Commander asked
"its a city in FWS called Rhodesville, our sats picked it up 10 minutes ago, from what we can tell somethings goin on, the area has been cut off with a 100 miles" she paused "we had a team in there aday ago but we lost contact hours ago, they were investergating the reports of that Bio weapon what we're shore is a rumar"
"mmm..looks like choppers are pulling out here....some for of Light Artillary...this is not no flu out brake......alpha team cant be dead they just cant be....get bravo team ready i guess we goin to have to incert them if we cant get alpha" he ordered

---Airbase Moscow outside New moscow city----

"sir the Rx 3 has never been tested......yes sir its stealth...yes sir but i dont understand...yes sir...it will be done sir" the Tech sead over the phone.
"so they want to use the new RX 3 stealth chopper..i guess theres a covert ops going on" the other tech sead
"you dont know the half of it" the first tech sead

about half an hour later 7 men and weman walked in, armed to the teeth with weapons.
in the hanger was a chopper looked much like a blackhawk it fact it was to an extent apart from the skin looked more like a Stelth bomber. it was shaped a bit different, the sat round waiting when a rather offical Stigmata agent walked in.
"well ladys its time there is an out brake in a town call Rhodesville, rumers have it that its "Weaponized LSD", but we all know that you dont put 100 mile radios lock down. so we're being droped 2 clicks from the line from there we move in alone scout the area find out what the hells goin on, we need to hijack a truck to get us to the town. you all have your missions so lets do it" he sead, they all got on the chopper that quieter then other choppers it took off and left.

OOC: wonder if Alpha team is alive

How are infections in Mobotuland progressing?


1 million in South Victoria confirmed infected... They are now "walking dead"... 3.5 million uninfected safely evacuated from South Victoria... Only major outbreak in Mobutoland... 300,000 Mobuto soldiers and 50,000 police have surrounded the city of South Victoria.

---Stigmata Intel base under CorpSac City---

"sir these came in" a Stigmata Officer handed him a file
"mmm...what is it?" the Commander asked
"its a city in FWS called Rhodesville, our sats picked it up 10 minutes ago, from what we can tell somethings goin on, the area has been cut off with a 100 miles" she paused "we had a team in there aday ago but we lost contact hours ago, they were investergating the reports of that Bio weapon what we're shore is a rumar"
"mmm..looks like choppers are pulling out here....some for of Light Artillary...this is not no flu out brake......alpha team cant be dead they just cant be....get bravo team ready i guess we goin to have to incert them if we cant get alpha" he ordered

---Airbase Moscow outside New moscow city----

"sir the Rx 3 has never been tested......yes sir its stealth...yes sir but i dont understand...yes sir...it will be done sir" the Tech sead over the phone.
"so they want to use the new RX 3 stealth chopper..i guess theres a covert ops going on" the other tech sead
"you dont know the half of it" the first tech sead

about half an hour later 7 men and weman walked in, armed to the teeth with weapons.
in the hanger was a chopper looked much like a blackhawk it fact it was to an extent apart from the skin looked more like a Stelth bomber. it was shaped a bit different, the sat round waiting when a rather offical Stigmata agent walked in.
"well ladys its time there is an out brake in a town call Rhodesville, rumers have it that its "Weaponized LSD", but we all know that you dont put 100 mile radios lock down. so we're being droped 2 clicks from the line from there we move in alone scout the area find out what the hells goin on, we need to hijack a truck to get us to the town. you all have your missions so lets do it" he sead, they all got on the chopper that quieter then other choppers it took off and left.

OOC: wonder if Alpha team is alive


Rhodesville was nuked to pieces by FWS Grenadier Guards a few hours ago... As was Hendrikville.

How are infections in Mobotuland progressing?


1 million in South Victoria confirmed infected... They are now "walking dead"... 3.5 million uninfected safely evacuated from South Victoria... Only major outbreak in Mobutoland... 300,000 Mobuto soldiers and 50,000 police have surrounded the city of South Victoria.

My troops have no signs of infections. Our sterile ressupply works well.

---Stigmata Intel base under CorpSac City---

"sir these came in" a Stigmata Officer handed him a file
"mmm...what is it?" the Commander asked
"its a city in FWS called Rhodesville, our sats picked it up 10 minutes ago, from what we can tell somethings goin on, the area has been cut off with a 100 miles" she paused "we had a team in there aday ago but we lost contact hours ago, they were investergating the reports of that Bio weapon what we're shore is a rumar"
"mmm..looks like choppers are pulling out here....some for of Light Artillary...this is not no flu out brake......alpha team cant be dead they just cant be....get bravo team ready i guess we goin to have to incert them if we cant get alpha" he ordered

---Airbase Moscow outside New moscow city----

"sir the Rx 3 has never been tested......yes sir its stealth...yes sir but i dont understand...yes sir...it will be done sir" the Tech sead over the phone.
"so they want to use the new RX 3 stealth chopper..i guess theres a covert ops going on" the other tech sead
"you dont know the half of it" the first tech sead

about half an hour later 7 men and weman walked in, armed to the teeth with weapons.
in the hanger was a chopper looked much like a blackhawk it fact it was to an extent apart from the skin looked more like a Stelth bomber. it was shaped a bit different, the sat round waiting when a rather offical Stigmata agent walked in.
"well ladys its time there is an out brake in a town call Rhodesville, rumers have it that its "Weaponized LSD", but we all know that you dont put 100 mile radios lock down. so we're being droped 2 clicks from the line from there we move in alone scout the area find out what the hells goin on, we need to hijack a truck to get us to the town. you all have your missions so lets do it" he sead, they all got on the chopper that quieter then other choppers it took off and left.

OOC: wonder if Alpha team is alive


Rhodesville was nuked to pieces by FWS Grenadier Guards a few hours ago... As was Hendrikville.

well my teams still goin to investergate dam forums wasnt last time i cheaked grrr

2 Brigades of Fascist Grenadier Guards are near Gustavus City (5,000 soldiers (mechanized infantry) each (each with enough F-BMP-3s to carry all 5,000 soldiers. Plus 500 super T-101-G tanks each, plus 250: 155mm SPA each, 100 Mobile SAMS each)



FNN: FWS Army High Command hours ago, ordered 12 mechanized divisions, 2 paratrooper divisions, and 6 Light Infantry Air Mobile Divisions into the area around Gustavus City.



2 airborne paratrooper divisions (18,000 each, transported in C-130s, assorted artillery and AA weapons)

6 light infantry airmobile divisions (18,000 each plus helicopters to transport the men and assorted artillery)

12 mechanized infantry divisions (18,000 each plus IVFs for all men and 200 155mm SPA each.) Other assorted Artillery (Towed 155mm, Towed

25,000 Gustavus City police,
15,000 armed civilians willing to help (all have been deputized)
And 100 reserve regiments (1,000 per regiment)

All are surrounding Gustavus City... There are only 300,000 "walking dead" in Gustavus City... But the High Command is taking no chances...

There are about 200,000 uninfected civilians in Gustavus City.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan arrived just outside of Wilhelmsville. He was exhausted after the long run from Rhodesville (About 12 miles)... He made the run in about 2.5 hours... He hardly stopped more than four times. Three times to have a sip of water, once or twice to fire his gun at feral dogs... He killed about 2 dozen feral dogs on his way to the city.

There were about 7,340 people in Wilhelmsville. A nice quiet small town... He jogged closer to the first few houses... The first thing that struck him about this town was its wretched smell, that and the fact that it was nearly 5 A.M. and nobody was moving about, they should be getting ready for work... "Must be their day off" he thought, perhaps they had decided to stay home because of the virus outbreaks nearby... Whatever the reason, nobody being on the streets would sure make his job of stealing a car much easier...


He kept thinking to himself
"Their Day off, Dimitri, you're kidding yourself, this rat hole is infected... But who cares... You're an elite... You can handle yourself... Don't worry, there will be police and survivors to keep some of the dead occupied... You'll make it... You also make it... You're an elite... Remember that."

He had the case, and he was alive... He was going to be a very very rich man... He had the only Prototype Strain 2, the only CURE for Strain-1... He was going to rendezvous with that mysterious doctor and get his USD 100,000,000... He then might consider retiring... But no, he loved this job he thought... Where else could you rob, murder, rape, and get paid millions in the process... He wouldn't be retiring anytime soon.

He continued to jog into the city....

Magdhan Spy Satellites could finally see through cloud cover. All of Hendriksville and Rhodesville were gone, little more then blackened craters.

They must have used nukes thought the Maharajah.

The HAZMAT satellite showed the infection to be spreading, a new case was popping up in the Pacific.

Scans of Magdhan pilots in the maldives showed no signs of infection, the troops had enough supplies for a year and flights could stop.

In South Victoria, Mobutoland... Images are coming in showing approximately 120,000 dead Mobuto soldiers... Also feared dead are about 20,000 Mobuto police in and around the South Victoria area...

The Mobuto army around South Victoria is faltering and it is unclear how long they can hold back the estimated 1 million "walking dead"... They appear to have killed (permanently killed) about 100,000 of the Zombies...

But the Mobuto army and police forces there have lost approximately 1/2 their numbers.

ooc: how do you expect to cover this up?

"sir this came in" the female officer had handed him a file
"mmm...radation levels high...ha nukes fools should ahve just cleared the towns with nalparm oh well ETA of our team?"
"2 hours" she replyed
"vary well lets hope they dont get detected"
"well lets more then hope you know FWS history well rumers" she smirked
"who cares not like is any cleaner" he looked down at the photos of the sites, he didnt like this..what had they got them selves into, this looked worse then the R.E.D 6 outbrake and that ended in destroying 6 cities.

about 20 miles west of Calcutta, Magdha... A Fascian Airlines 777 is flying at a very low altitude... The pilot didn't feel very well when he got on the plane at the Gustavus International Airport a few hours ago... In fact he felt awful... About 1/2 the passengers were awful as well... The pilot collapsed... The copilot didn't know what to do... He tried to take the controls, but suddenly, the pilot rose and attacked him... The plane careened out of control and smashed into a small town of about 12,000.

Everybody was dead after the plane crashed... To be fair though, many of them were dead before it crashed... They know dug themselves out of the wreckage and staggered forward... Moaning. "AAhhh"

ooc: how do you expect to cover this up?


Lies, half-truths, and distortions... Also, we'll blame communists, terrorists, and radical leftists of all sorts...

As was broadcast on the FNN earlier, by General Kruger himself, "This is clearly a highly mutated form of ebola combined with weaponized LSD, or a similar mind altering agent that causes people to go into a violent frenzy."

FNN reports are coming in that approximately 6,000 people have been shot dead in the past 3 hours along the provincial border of Northern Province and White Western Province... They were attempting to cross from White Western Province into Northern Province, but they failed their health examinations and refused to turn back.

OOC: is the crash within the 100 miles lockdown?

OOC: is the crash within the 100 miles lockdown?


The crash occured in India...

OOC:ahhh i own that and russian (tho a million and 1 nations do)

Magdhan Bombers were scrambled to meet the threat, a plane from FWS had crashed and the crews were told that everyone in the town of Prashpati had become infected with Ebola.

The A-10s had roared off the runway with napalm under their wings within five minutes of the crash and were headed toards the crash site.

Contact- Crash Site ahead drop cleansers!

Ten bombers launched their napalm bombs onto the wrecked plane and the surrounding areas.

one mile to the west the town of Prashpati looked peaceful, it's inhabitants were not yet exposed to the virus.

----The DENV Carrier Moscow----

"plan crash in Prashpati 6 minutes ago, unkown bombers just naparmed the area" the Comm officer sead
"scramble Recon fighters" the Captain replyed

2 F-16 fighters equiped with Camras roared off the deck, moveing fast the headed towards the napalmed crash site, they took low level recon photos of the area and spead off as fast as possible flying as low as could be.
"tango one to birds nest Mission complete coming home"
"roger that Tango one alls clear at the moment just stay low on current corse"

SECRET: Deep in the basement of the Central HQ of Secret Police in Rhodes City... General Walter Kruger I and Dr. Ivan Gregorov II are meeting.

Kruger: "Doctor, your virus is spreading a lot more than we anticipated."

Doctor: "Actually general, we anticipated some infected would be on planes hours before they started showing symptoms, that is part of the strategy... The cause maximum dispersion of the virus to infect the maximum amount possible."

Kruger: "But it is infecting countries we are friendly with."

Doctor: "We'll we've already infected ourselves, and we're friendly with ourselves... We need tests to gather data."

Kruger: "I suppose you're right... But what about those damn Mobutos... The walking dead there might spill into FWS... Never trust a Mobuto army to do anything other than surrender or be massacred.."

Doctor: "Yes I agree... It's a good thing we drove those savages from our lands decades ago."

Kruger: "You weren't exactly part of that we though, you were just a boy... I was actually in the war... The 1st Fascian-Kaffir War is what they called it... Well, what we called it anyway!!! I was a young 2nd lieutenant in a paratrooper unit... Later I'd be a captain in an armored unit... We fought long and hard, many years. We paid most of them to move west peacefully... But some resisted, those who took up arms, we killed them... It was that simply."

Doctor: "Well, if war were so simple today, I'd be out of a job HAHAHA!!"

Kruger (pulls out a pipe) "Dr. Do you have a light?"

Doctor (lights Kruger's pipe)

Kruger: "So when will you have the cure by? And what of the Strain-2 Prototype."

Doctor: "I have a man on the inside... A Paracommando officer, he is working for me... I'm paying him an exuberant amount of money to retrieve the Strain 1 cure, Strain-2 Prototype, and various research documents. Also, he leveled the hospital with C-4 before the others could snoop around too much."

Kruger: "Very good, well I'm going to get a drink... Care to join me?"

Doctor: "Yes, I think I shall join you General."

As Elephant T/A helicopters land at the 7th Paracommando regiment base with the approximately 250 Paracommandos and one hundred civilians who survived and were evacuated... TK Intelligence Service units move in and arrest and detain the Lady Reporter, (They suspect she is a communist spy), also, they receive word from 2 TKs who are in 7th Paracommando Regiment that corporal Johnson might know something about the lady spy... He is also detained pending his proving his innocence.

Prashpati- Town of 12,000
A tiger cub wandered onto the street. it looked burned, maybe the fires nearby had done so, thought Wendell a small boy of nine. He walked over toards the cub which then lunged at the boy and bit him. He screamed for help and his father came out with M-16 in hand.

Wendell's father emptied his twenty round magazine onto the tiger, making sure it was dead. He called the hospital and asked for assistance to be sent.

The ambulance arrived within two minutes, taking the hurt but concious boy to the hospital. On the ride he complained of itchyness and developed a minor temperature. And after being placed in the emergency room he died.

Doctors were puzzled by this, the wounds were minor and not life threatening. They decided an examination was in order and as the doctor tried to open the boy's mouth, his eyes opened and he ripped the doctor's finger off with his teeth.
Orderlies came in to restrain the boy, over ten were bitten as the boy fought them. Finally they restrained him to the table and injected him with sedatives. The bitten soon fell to the ground dead.

Ayodhya, capital of Magdha.

"Lord of the Universe!!!!" cried an intelligence officer. "The IG-Virus has infected the town of Prashpati!!!!"

The Maharahjah told him: "Surround the town with three infantry and one tank division, napalm the city once the infection reaches 100 people."

----The DENV Carrier Moscow----

"plan crash in Prashpati 6 minutes ago, unkown bombers just naparmed the area" the Comm officer sead
"scramble Recon fighters" the Captain replyed

2 F-16 fighters equiped with Camras roared off the deck, moveing fast the headed towards the napalmed crash site, they took low level recon photos of the area and spead off as fast as possible flying as low as could be.
"tango one to birds nest Mission complete coming home"
"roger that Tango one alls clear at the moment just stay low on current corse"

No you didn't. Magdhan Sam sites hit uninvited planes as soon as you enter my territorial waters.
Secondly I have some F-15Es in the air.

Thus that intrusion is IGNORED

i never sead they go home i was expeacting someone to interecept them

and the fighters were flying below Radar level, makeing it hard for SAM sites to pick them up

i never sead they go home i was expeacting someone to interecept them

Then they were intercepted 3 miles offshore by SAMs.

i never sead they go home i was expeacting someone to interecept them

Then they were intercepted 3 miles offshore by SAMs.

only if you have some amasing Radar that can pick things up that are below radar level

i never sead they go home i was expeacting someone to interecept them

Then they were intercepted 3 miles offshore by SAMs.

only if you have some amasing Radar that can pick things up that are below radar level

Fine, take your shots.

We will allow you this one time to do that.

"low Level flight show nothing we just go the pictures, burning wreaks nothing major what ever this is its got to be bad" the Stigmata agent sead
"could this be the weapon rumers stated" he asked
"we dont know...we dont know jack" she replyed
"well...lay off the flights next outbrake i want to know yesterday"
"yes sir"

2 Brigades of Fascist Grenadier Guards are near Gustavus City (5,000 soldiers (mechanized infantry) each (each with enough F-BMP-3s to carry all 5,000 soldiers. Plus 500 super T-101-G tanks each, plus 250: 155mm SPA each, 100 Mobile SAMS each)

2 airborne paratrooper divisions (18,000 each, transported in C-130s, assorted artillery and AA weapons)

6 light infantry airmobile divisions (18,000 each plus helicopters to transport the men and assorted artillery)

12 mechanized infantry divisions (18,000 each plus IVFs for all men and 200 155mm SPA each.) Other assorted Artillery (Towed 155mm, Towed

25,000 Gustavus City police,
15,000 armed civilians willing to help (all have been deputized)
And 100 reserve regiments (1,000 per regiment)

All have surrounded Gustavus City and begun to enter into the city... There are only 300,000 "walking dead" in Gustavus City... Fierce fighting has already occurred.. Heavy damage is being dealt to Gustavus City as heavy artillery is being used to crush the "walking dead"...


SECRET: A cargo plane (C-130) from Gregorov INC flies over Gustavus City, it drops 10 Tyrant capsules... Also it drops about 100 Hunters (Green shrieking beasts) into Gustavus City... This is all part of the Doctor's test...

The fighting will continue through the night and well into the next day... It could take many NS days to clear the streets of Gustavus City.

*cough*sore RPer*cough*

IC:

"sir we getting reports of another out brake, un offical net nerds and such but it might be worth cheaking out" the Sitmata officer sead
"mm...lost 2 fighters, god dam it why the hell didnt they give warning dam dogs.....next outbrake i want a god dam team there air space is to be as normal if we get a bloody outbrake then i want our teams there" he sead he was pissed rules of engagement stated to give warning, he hated nations that did that, hell not even FWS had got that low."so..team ETA?"
"1 and a half hours sir might be a delay tho, getting into there Air space might be hard and god dam if Alpha team members got captured we in a mess" she replyed
"ahh hell not like anyone knows we exsit" he replyed

[code:1:339f523f32] This is TOP SECRET, do not intrude on Magdhan airspace or it will be counted as espionage.[/code:1:339f523f32]

Bump.

OOC: this has been cleared by FWS over the Reporter

IC:

Ravan was sitting in her cell, she didnt like this if they found out who she was they would do one of two thing run in fear or kill her there and then she ws thinking the 2nd option.
she just hoped that her implant was working, she new a team would be sent in and as soon as they picked up the signal they would move in, what she new had to get back to Stigmata High command.
"dam it...where are you?" she muttered to herself, she looked at her arm. the Mark of the Stigmata was on it and she new FWS intel new that sign and she didnt want them to find it, admittily it only showed up in UV and she didnt think the TK would think of looking.
she looked round he had to escape or stick to her story, eaither way she would die or die trying, unless of corse the 2nd team found her.

OOC: the implant is a small Transmitter in her skull, all it transmits is a small homing signal on Stigmata Channals.

Samson Tirusec, a Zursch 'Tracer' makes his way down a suburban street in Wilhelmsville. Already known of the infection, the young man has taken a F.M.E. (Foreign Micro-organism Eradicator) capsule, causing millions of antibodies to fill all pathways of infection, making hims immune to the bacteria for approximatly 20 to 24 hours. Carrying a FF-90 Plasma Rifle,he wanders the streets, ready. Kneeling behind a dumster, his oculars pan out, watching a a Paracommando runs down the adjacent sidewalk, keeping a steady stride.

"What in the hell is he doing...," Samson ponders,keeping close watch.

Pulling hsi rifle at ready, his right ocular peers through the scope, a A.V.I. (Alien {Foreign} Vitalities Indicator) scans the humans posture, locating several vital areas for instant eradication: Skull, torso, direct sternum, lower cerebral cortex, and abdomen. Keeping his hand on the trigger, he prepares to squeeze, but decides the nether, merely watching. Like a Falcon swooping down on his prey, a G-47 Zursch Trasnporter swoops down,launching a tow line to a harness strapped aroun Samson's waist, abdomen, and torso. Locking on,the ship takes off, reeling in the Tracer. Once inside the ship, he is greeted by the head of the Tracer Troopers: Soback Kestch.

"Well, what did you find out," Ussered Soback
"Well, it appears that a bacteria strain has infected aroudn 75 if not 100% of the populace of Wilhelmsville."
"We noticed. The Lord has issued a fulle retreat from Earth, we are to evacuate and regroup in Nebula 67+A by 0700 hours tomarrow. If not, the straglers are left."

At that the ships drasticly inclines in altitude, exiting the atmosphere, initated M10, the ship vanishing from site.

The town of 12,000 burned to the ground, reducing the suburban paridise to a pile of ashes. The walking dead lay charred and burned everywhere, but magdhan flamethreower tanks torched them and the ashes, cleansing the infection.

Samson Tirusec, a Zursch 'Tracer' makes his way down a suburban street in Wilhelmsville. Already known of the infection, the young man has taken a F.M.E. (Foreign Micro-organism Eradicator) capsule, causing millions of antibodies to fill all pathways of infection, making hims immune to the bacteria for approximatly 20 to 24 hours. Carrying a FF-90 Plasma Rifle,he wanders the streets, ready. Kneeling behind a dumster, his oculars pan out, watching a a Paracommando runs down the adjacent sidewalk, keeping a steady stride.

"What in the hell is he doing...," Samson ponders,keeping close watch.

Pulling hsi rifle at ready, his right ocular peers through the scope, a A.V.I. (Alien {Foreign} Vitalities Indicator) scans the humans posture, locating several vital areas for instant eradication: Skull, torso, direct sternum, lower cerebral cortex, and abdomen. Keeping his hand on the trigger, he prepares to squeeze, but decides the nether, merely watching. Like a Falcon swooping down on his prey, a G-47 Zursch Trasnporter swoops down,launching a tow line to a harness strapped aroun Samson's waist, abdomen, and torso. Locking on,the ship takes off, reeling in the Tracer. Once inside the ship, he is greeted by the head of the Tracer Troopers: Soback Kestch.

"Well, what did you find out," Ussered Soback
"Well, it appears that a bacteria strain has infected aroudn 75 if not 100% of the populace of Wilhelmsville."
"We noticed. The Lord has issued a fulle retreat from Earth, we are to evacuate and regroup in Nebula 67+A by 0700 hours tomarrow. If not, the straglers are left."

At that the ships drasticly inclines in altitude, exiting the atmosphere, initated M10, the ship vanishing from site.


It's not a bacteria... It is the IG-Virus Strain 1.... No anti-biotics will help... They won't do anything... Only the IG-Virus Strain 1 Cure (Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan has the only cure in the case in his pack)

Magdhan HAZMAT satellites showed that all infections in Magdha were destroyed. Total cost- 12,200 infections.

It was about 6:00 A.M.

In Wilhelmsville, most of the 7,340 citizens were staggering around, moaning "ahhh". In the Police station about 16 of the towns 23 police had managed to get to the station. There were perhaps 240 citizens still alive, and they were faring well... They weren't caught in their sleep like in the last towns; these people were getting up... Everybody had guns, but they needed to be awake and prepared to use them... Not caught sleeping.


Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan realized that the town was starting to awake... Some of the "walking dead" had awakened and were in the fourth phase of the virus.

1) "Initial Phase" Virus is airborne 10-20 minutes... Initial infections occur.
2) "Infection Phase" Virus infects people; they begin to show symptoms about 2-3 hours later.
3) "Hibernation phase" After about 1-2 hours of showing symptoms, they collapse, they appear dead at this point, and will not respond to stimuli.
4) "Zombie Phase" Sometime later, the collapsed will rise, as a "walking dead", and attack those alive, thus spreading the virus.


The virus was the worst biological weapon he had ever seen in his years of secret employment for Gregorov Inc.

Lieutenant Arkan continued to jog into the center of town. Every now and then he would raise his MP-5 and fire it at a zombie... Thankfully, most of the infected were either still inside or still in the hibernation phase.

As he got closer to the center of the city, he realized that he might be in trouble... There were no cars out on the street and the number of moans he was hearing was growing by the second... The dead were beginning to stir...
He decided that he would head for the police station; maybe he could get a police vehicle to get out of here...

He saw the sign towards the police station, about 7 blocks away. He decided he had better pick up the pace...

The pain from his earlier wounds was really starting to bother him, he decided when he got to the police station he would take some more pain killers, also he had gotten only 3 hours of sleep in the past about 30 hours, he decided he would take some amphetamines as soon as he got to the station.

He continued his jog to the police station.

Bump.

An intelligence officer yells to his overseer before agent Zer'kulos picks up the phone and dials a number.

Zer'kulos: Sir, reports just came in that there has been an incident in FWS.

Choo'lus: What kind of incident?

Zer'kulos: The kind your meant to handle

Choo'lus: Very well, it will be dealt with

And with that, Choo'lus slams the phone down hard before picking it up and again and dialing another number.

Kir'chiri nodded as he listened to Choo'lus, head of biological warfare in kriegorgrad before putting the phone down.

Kommandant Hela'con looked around at his combrades, Kriegos Death Korp, BHC division. Biological Hazard Containment. He leaned out of his blackhawk, looking down over the town of Wilhelmsville, fires still visible in the early morning, cars and blood littered the streets. No bodies but people walking around. smoke drifting up lazily from less fourtunate areas.

He glanced up from the devastation to the other Blackhawks, he saw another squad, decked out in gasmasks, steel plating slapped on top of bio-hazard suits. The gasmasks gave a sinister glow of greenlight.

The pilot yelled back to the BHC squad, "ETA 1 minute!" The elite soldiers began to double check weapons and began looked over each other to see if all was in place. It was.

"DROP, DROP, DROP!" The pilot roared back to Kriegos Death Korp, seconds later men were rappelling down the ropes, making a quick sweep of the ruined road.

"All cle-" One man was going to yell before being cut off by "CONTACT" which was quickly followed by gunshots. Hela'con hit the floor with a thud and looked about to search for the source of the gunshots, he saw Death Korp Merl'oon firing quick trigger bursts at the chest to minimal effect. "Aim for it's head" Hela'con ordered curtly and Merl'oon complied and was reward with the ruffle of the now-dead corpse hitting the ground.

Hela'con's self satisfied grin in his sinister gasmask was interupted by gunshots from other squads, a few isolated screams were heard among the din of combat. "Moveout!" Was Hela'con's conclusion as men fanned out in squads of 5.

An intelligence officer yells to his overseer before agent Zer'kulos picks up the phone and dials a number.

Zer'kulos: Sir, reports just came in that there has been an incident in FWS.

Choo'lus: What kind of incident?

Zer'kulos: The kind your meant to handle

Choo'lus: Very well, it will be dealt with

And with that, Choo'lus slams the phone down hard before picking it up and again and dialing another number.

Kir'chiri nodded as he listened to Choo'lus, head of biological warfare in kriegorgrad before putting the phone down.

Kommandant Hela'con looked around at his combrades, Kriegos Death Korp, BHC division. Biological Hazard Containment. He leaned out of his blackhawk, looking down over the town of Wilhelmsville, fires still visible in the early morning, cars and blood littered the streets. No bodies but people walking around. smoke drifting up lazily from less fourtunate areas.

He glanced up from the devastation to the other Blackhawks, he saw another squad, decked out in gasmasks, steel plating slapped on top of bio-hazard suits. The gasmasks gave a sinister glow of greenlight.

The pilot yelled back to the BHC squad, "ETA 1 minute!" The elite soldiers began to double check weapons and began looked over each other to see if all was in place. It was.

"DROP, DROP, DROP!" The pilot roared back to Kriegos Death Korp, seconds later men were rappelling down the ropes, making a quick sweep of the ruined road.

"All cle-" One man was going to yell before being cut off by "CONTACT" which was quickly followed by gunshots. Hela'con hit the floor with a thud and looked about to search for the source of the gunshots, he saw Death Korp Merl'oon firing quick trigger bursts at the chest to minimal effect. "Aim for it's head" Hela'con ordered curtly and Merl'oon complied and was reward with the ruffle of the now-dead corpse hitting the ground.

Hela'con's self satisfied grin in his sinister gasmask was interupted by gunshots from other squads, a few isolated screams were heard among the din of combat. "Moveout!" Was Hela'con's conclusion as men fanned out in squads of 5.


I want to know how your soldiers instantly pop up about 400 miles into my nation while avoiding the 30,000 SAM sites scattered throughout the nation, and the radar, and allied radar, and the coastal patrol ships..
Also, how do you think they'd make it past paranoid locals who prefer to shoot first rather than reasoning.

We arent at bloody war! we're friendly, they are there to help! Also I assumed you'd be more reasonable about this considering I helped develop the bloody virus! Could we say my men are on training exercises should this ever happen in Kriegorgrad, we have that virus too you know.

We arent at bloody war! we're friendly, they are there to help! Also I assumed you'd be more reasonable about this considering I helped develop the bloody virus! Could we say my men are on training exercises should this ever happen in Kriegorgrad, we have that virus too you know.


Oh okay... Never mind... Send me a secret coded message telling me you're coming.



[code:1:c5b056272e] From General Walter Kruger I to Kriegorograd... We appreciate your willingness to help... But this is nothing more than a mixture of weaponized LSD and Ebola. Also, we prefer that only FWS soldiers be involved, as we can kill those who learn to much... Thank you for your understanding. [/code:1:c5b056272e]

Aboard an FWS merchant that had left Port Rhodes before the quarantine was put into affect... Nothing moved on the ship... When the captain realized he was about to faint, he set it to auto pilot its way into Buenos Aires... He hoped the doctors there would be able to help him.


The entire crew was now in the "hibernation phase"...

The ship was about 1-2 hours away from Buenos Aires.

Already an FWS merchant ship that had left before quarantine was ordered had failed to stop and crashed into the port at Cape Town, South Africa... The crew were all found unconcious, they were taken to a nearby hospital.

[code:1:2b18b7dda0]To: General Walter Kruger I
From: Choo'lus, Biological Weapons Division, Kriegorgrad

Why, we understand perfectly why you'd like this kept under wraps, but this is what Kriegos Death Korp excel at, we have mass-murders in Kriegorgrad when the people rebel and no-one is the wiser. Please do remember we aided in the construction of this potent virus, and should this ever happen to manifest in Kriegorgrad as an outbreak, we'd like to make sure our men are battle-tested against it.

Yours truly, Choo'lus, Kriegos Biological Weapons Division

P.S we are aware this is the you-know-what, we helped make this dreadful, yet useful virus

[/code:1:2b18b7dda0]




OOC: Thx for not making me delete the big post :)

OOC: Okay, sorry for my misunderstanding. My first post will be voided from this point on. Kay?

IC:
A young Tracer Troop member by the name of Gigelf Atrysic walks down a steep inbankment leading down to one of the last remaining, un-incinerated cities about. The population of 17,800, with about 88% infected lay nearly lifeless below. After reaching the concrete ground below, Gigelf draws his H-90 Plasma Rifle from his back, cupping it to the nape of his shoulder, and activating the Heat Sencing Site.

"Hmm.." He flips on a switch on his helmet, causing his further dialogue to be recorded,"It appears most of the people have either been infected or retreated into safety. Cars lay turned and flaming in the streets, the walls riddled with holes caused from gunfire. As the last Tracer remaining in the 55 Earth Beta Sector, it is my respo-" He is interupted by a loud crashing noise as one of the infected fall onto him, disabling the recording system. Gigelf quickly rises, squeezing the trigger on hsi rifle. In a few seconds, slot in the barrel emit high temperature steam, an azure toned 'bar' of flushing from the barrel, piercing the infected's skull. Epidermal matter and osseous tissue shatters from the being's cephalo. A vermeil mist launches outward as the Tracer places his Bio-Mask across his nose and lips,flipping on the oxygen tank on his back.

"Damnit..." He utters to himself as the infected createn topples to the ground, limp and drenched in plasma and a glowing ooze from the rifle's exhaust.

Gigelf suddenly turns as a transport ship lands behind him. He quickly runs, boarding the ship moments before it departs. Once onboard, all remain silent. The squad of Tracers' bolted into their seats keep still, till the commander speaks,"We're running behind men. Our Lord Maximillian is pulling all of the ships from Orbit Range of Earth, we will be docking the last ship to leave." As the commander speaks, one of the men in the back, a man known to most as 'Bull', due to his bulky and brute force, begisn to hassle, breathing hard.

Ten Minutes Later
The squad all board the evac. ship spare the Commander and Bull.

Secret
Once the doors close, Commander Locke pulls 'Bull' back, placing a Zursch pistols to his lower spine, firing several times, scarlet fluids drapping down the two's bodies. Locke watches as the para-trooper, falls lifeless to the ground. He sits down at the Telecomm Display, Ganossa Maximillians, Dictator of Zurfurcht comes on:
(Secret IC):
Locke: Sir, it is done, the one infected para-trooper is dead.
Ganossa: Good.. Very good. I would be awarding you a medal when you returned, but I'm afraid, if we were to ever become enemies, and you allowed this to come out, you would jepordize my authority.
Locke: What do you mean. Wh-
Ganossa: I mean.. This is good-bye.

(Secret): Upon this, the visual uplink fails, the transport drifts away from the Evac. Ship, self destruct sequence initiated. 0:02:45..... 0:01:12..... 0:00:09.... A sudden explosion rocks the Evac. Ship. As the soldiers peer into display monitors that litter the ship, they watch as Commander Locke's Tracer Troop Transport ship explodes, causing technodron metallic shrapnel to litter the airspace, shards bouncing from the large Evac. Ship's hull...

It was about 6:30 Am in Wilhelmsville, Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan had reached the Police station, and he had taken so long because he had to kill about 200 "walking dead" on his way... Even though it was only about 7 blocks... He had to move in and out of buildings, duck, take cover... He even had to escape from a pack of dogs...


There were about 11 police still alive in the station, and about 61 survivors had managed to shoot their way through the packs of zombies to get to the station.


Lt. Arkan ran into the station... The police captain looked at him and said, "Thank God, the Paracommandos are here." he saluted him and asked "lieutenant, where is the rest of your unit?"

Arkan: "I am the only one left."

Police Captain: "Good God, what happened."

Arkan: "I came from Rhodesville, most of the 7th regiment is dead, some managed to escape via helicopters."

Police Captain: "Well how did you manage to get here... That's over 12 miles?"

Arkan: "I ran."

Police Captain: "Fast runner.... What do you want us to do, we're ready to defend this station until help arrives."

Arkan: "Do you have a vehicle garage here?"

Police Captain: "Yes."

Arkan: "What sort of vehicles do you have?"

Police Captain: "Hummers, a few pick ups, a dozen squad cars, and one riot control APC."

Arkan: "Are they all operational?"

Police Captain: "Some of them are... But there are too many creatures out there for us to get out now. We should hold and wait for help."

Arkan: "Okay, we can wait a while."

Lt. Arkan helps four police officers shut the steel doors over the main lobby entrance... The windows are already tightly sealed...

Arkan decides that he'll likely be the only one in this station who will make it out alive... He looks around, he sees an attractive brunette whom he decides that if she is still alive in a few hours, he'll have some fun with her...

Dimitri Arkan asks for directions to the armory, he is essentially out of MP-5 ammunition, he used much of it up during the job from Rhodesville, and the rest he used getting from outside of town into the station. He places 12 MP-5 magazines inside the magazine pouches of his assault vest, he places 3 more in the drop pouch on his left hip, He takes two more, tapes them together, and places one of them in his gun. 17 magazines for the MP-5 he thought... That should be enough... He takes 8 magazines for his 1911 pistol...



At the 4th Paracommando regiment base, the paras of the 7th regiment who were evacuated from Rhodesville, along with about 100 people, including the lady reporter (Spy), the people are being questioned...


Two of the Teutonic Knights Intelligence Operatives recognize the lady reporter as a foreign spy... They begin to drag her off to a secluded cell to "interrogate" her...

Corporal Johnson starts yelling something to the Teutonic Knight Intelligence service... Two TKs hold him back... He yells, "Leave her alone, it's Arkan you have to worry about... He's a madman... Find Arkan... Stop him." One of the TKs holding him back smacks him in the back of the head with a club... He is knocked into unconsciousness.



In the streets of Gustavus City, 300,000 Walking dead are battling the almost 600,000 FWS soldiers and local police... 10 tyrants and 100 hunters were dropped into the city by Gregorov Inc... The company wants to see who their Tyrants and Hunters preform against elite soldiers...

OOC: Okay, sorry for my misunderstanding. My first post will be voided from this point on. Kay?

No future stuff please.

Are there any infections in mobotuland?

Are there any infections in mobotuland?


1 million infected in South Victoria, 3.5 million who passed medical tests at Mobuto army checkpoints, were evacuated... 150,000 mobuto soldiers and police were killed. Leaving about 175,000 left surrounding South Victoria... However, 400,000 Mobuto reinforcements arrived, along with 100,000 FWS soldiers... They currently have the city surrounded and will soon retake it.

If need be we can hit South victoria with incindiary bombs..

It was about 6:47 A.M inside the police station. The 61 survivors, and the 11 police were debating what to do...

Paracommando Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan weighed in. "I think that what we should do is get together a few teams and go out to look for survivors..."


Police Captain: "That is a rather good idea. We'll form 5 teams; each will consist of 3 officers and 2 male citizens. The Communications Officer will remain back here and keep trying to get help via the police communications equipment... Also there will be 8 teams each of 3 male citizens."


Arkan: "I am a communications operator, I will stay here and help with the radio."

Captain: "Very good... Okay people, let's move out."


The 10 police and 34 male citizens opened the steel doors and ran out in their team formations... They opened fire as they exited the building...

Behind them, the 1 remaining officer along with Arkan and the 4 male citizens who remained, closed the steel doors.

27 Citizens remained, of them 4 were males, and 23 females.... 1 Police officer remained... And Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan remained...


Dimitri smiled as he thought... "They're running out there, running to their deaths... Then I can kill most of these swine left in here... Have some fun with that brunette; maybe even take her with me... Get into a hummer, and be off to meet that doctor and get my 100,000,000... Dimitri, you're a genius, you're the best Paracommando ever... The best soldier ever... Nobody else could have made it this far..."

Dimitri began to think; he remembered in the last election that this town had voted about 85% for the radical left... It was a stronghold of the left...

He spoke... "Who did you all vote for in the last election?"

The 27 citizens and 1 police officer replied... Not a single one said Hendrik Rhodes... Dimitri thought to himself, "Good, that will make what I am going to do all that easier..."

If need be we can hit South victoria with incindiary bombs..

No, that won't be necessary.

OOC: This guy is psychotic..... :lol:

It was about 7:35 A.M. In Wilhelmsville, the bodies of 10 police, the police captain being one of them, and about 34 male citizens "deputies" are strewn about the streets of the city... They are badly mangled and partially eaten... They are all dead. They lasted less than an hour... They hadn't found any survivors... The last thing the captain thought before he died was that Arkan wasn't who they thought he was... He had wanted them gone... He prayed that the officer still inside that station would figure out what was going on...


Inside the station, Arkan was sitting around loading magazines.

The communications officer was working on the radio...

Somebody said to Arkan, "Aren't you supposed to help fix the radio."

Arkan: "We will need more magazines loaded... Trust me... You'll want lots of magazines loaded."

Arkan has an M-249 SAW leaning against the wall next to him... Inserted into it is a 200 round magazine.

One of the citizens speaks: "Why are you playing with those guns, we can handle that... Go help the radio guy."

Arkan: "Trust me, you'll want these guns working..."

Another citizen speaks out: "I don't think you know how to fix a radio, you just said that so you wouldn't have to go out there with the others... I think you're a coward and a fraud..."

Arkan: "You're a fool, now get out of my way."

The man continues to speak: "And what the hell is in that case that we guard so zealously... I want to see it. NOW!!" (The man tries to grab at the case on Arkan’s back).

Arkan jumps back and opens fire with his M-249... He sprays most everybody... Killing about 25 people. He purposely misses the lady he wishes to have his fun with... He turns and faces the direction of the radio room; the cop will be running down the hall into the lobby air to see what is the trouble. The officer runs around the corner, his gun is drawn. He goes down in a hail of fire from Arkan's M-249.

He turns around; there is one unarmed male who dove behind a desk still alive... The man dropped his gun in his haste to take cover... Arkan unloads about 30 rounds from his M-249 at the desk... The man slumps over with about 13 5.56mm rounds in him...

Arkan looks at the terrified brunette... He speaks... "Well, it's just the two of us here now... What do you think we could do to occupy the time.”

Arkan grabs the terrifed woman and throws her over a desk... He didn't hear the metal window down the hall being broken down while he fired his M-249... Nor did he hear the moans of the zombie... He is about to have his way with the lady when from behind him the zombie lunges forward and grabs him from behind...
In the confusion, the lady runs away and takes cover in a room on the second floor. Arkan falls to the ground and is in a struggle with the zombie, his M-249 has been knocked clear away. The zombie moves to bit his neck but Arkan throws his arm up to stop the attack... However, his left arm is badly mangled as a result... He pulls out a knife with his right hand; he jams it into the side of the zombie's head... It slumps over...

Arkan is bleeding heavily from the left arm and the back... He knows he has to get the anti-virus in quick, but now he can barely stand... He crawls over to where his case fell... He begins to take out the anti-virus... He spends about 10 minutes trying to use his crippled left hand to steady the vile while using the needle in his right hand to get the liquid into the needle. Finally he manages to get it... As he injects the anti-virus into a vein in his right arm, he hears pounding at other windows... Pounding at the door... He struggles to get up; he uses hemostatic medication to help stop the bleeding (standard in all Paracommando kits). He won't be able to use the M-249, so he drops the M-249 magazine pouch he had. He unslings his MP-5 and limps forward... He has to get to the vehicle garage and get out of this town...

As he rounds the corner that will take him to the hallway where the door to the basement vehicle garage is, he spots about 8 zombies in between him and the door... He begins to fire his MP-5... They begin to stagger towards him... He continues to fire, 5 go down, and the gun clicks empty... He begins to fumble with a magazine, his left hand is basically worthless, he takes several steps backwards, he tries to load a magazine by steadying the gun with his left hand and using the right hand... He stops that and draws his pistol... He fires 10 rounds from his pistol... The remaining 3 zombies go down... He reloads the pistols and holsters it... He then pauses for a second and finally manages to get a fresh magazine into his MP-5..

He continues to limp forward towards the garage.

He thinks to himself... "Keep going Dimitri, you can make it, you always make it... You're the best soldier ever... Now move."

At the 4th Paracommando regiment base, the captured reporter lady, who the TK intelligence operatives knew was really a spy was being questioned... They had slapped her around for about 30 minutes, when that failed, they began raping her... About 4 TK Intelligence Operators were taking turns...

One of them spoke: "I'm exhausted, get some Paracommandos in here to take over..."

His partner agreed... He picked up a phone and dialed a sgt he was a friend with. "Hey pal, why don't you get your squad into the prison block... Tell them they are being rewarded for their recent rescue of the survivors of the 7th regiment."

The TK operative went over and began to speak to the lady spy... "Unless you want squad after squad of Paracommandos to take turns on you, I suggest you start talking now... They won't be here for about 15 minutes... I suggest you consider the offer."



Several TK operatives were interrogating Corporal Johnson; they tied his hands behind his back and tied the rope off to a ceiling fan... With each rotation of the fan, he turned so much that his back would come an inch closer to breaking.... One of the TKs spoke... "Well corporal, will you tell us where is Dimitri Arkan"

Johnson: (lwith labored breathing and struggling to speak) "I told you already, the last place I saw the lunatic was in Rhodesville... You have to kill him."

TK 1: (hits Johnson in the stomach with a club) "Are you suggesting we kill a fellow TK operative."

Johnson: "Good God man... Are you all insane."

TK 1: "Where is he... Did he have a case with him."

Johnson: "Go to hell." (Spits on the operative)

TK 1 to TK 2: "Spin the fan around one more time."

They spin the fan around and Johnson begins to scream in pain... Eventually, he'll talk, they all realize it... It's just a matter of when.


Added: When they turn the fan, they hold the guy in place so he cannot move with the fan... His back twists... Eventually you're back will break.

The TKs are ruthless.

Even better then my Ops unit of the Royal Guard!!!!

About 2 Hours had gone by since the lady spy declined to talk... The 10 Paracommandos had helped the TKs by each "interrogating" her twice.

The TK Intelligence Operative walked over to the lady spy... "Will you talk yet..? Or would you prefer we continue"

The woman spits in his face.

He wipes the spit away with a cloth; he turns to the sgt of the paracommandos.

TK 1: "Sgt, how many are in your platoon?"

Sgt: "40 sir... Why?"

TK 1: "Go get your lieutenant, tell him to assemble the other 30 members of your platoon and bring them here... Tell the men to form a line outside of this cell. This communist b---- will talk, or she will suffer greatly, and then she will die...

TK 1: (leans down close to the spy) "You will talk, or you will suffer and die... The choice is yours." (He slaps her in the face) "That is for spitting on me you b----"



In the room where Johnson nearly had his back broken by a ceiling fan, he is now tied to a chair... Two TKs bring in a large tub... Three paras haul in a large drum of something... HCl is written on the side of it. Johnson knows what it means... Hydrochloric acid.


TK 1: "Well Corporal, you look dirty... Perhaps you'll want to take a bath.. Maybe we'll let you decide whether you can take that bath here in this tub, or in the Paracommando shower room... It all depends on if you talk or not... Well Corporal... What will it be?"

The following events occurred at 7:56 a.m. in Wilhelmsville.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan had made it to the underground vehicle garage... He was in very bad shape... He had lost a good amount of blood, but not enough to impair him since he had taken hemostatic medication right away. He opened the door to a Hummer.

He placed his rucksack in the hummer; the case was inside the rucksack...

Inside the case were the IG-Virus Strain 1 Cure, the IG-Virus Strain 2 Prototype, and pages of research and documentation on Tyrants, Hunters, combat observations on the walking dead, and millions of dollars worth of other items... He placed 2: Fn-Fal rifles inside the hummer, he pulled himself up into the Hummer and closed the door. He set his MP-5 on the seat next to him...

He went to look for a button inside the Hummer that would open the garage door and allow him to drive off and get away from this mess...
"Damnit" he thought, "Where is it." He realized the switch to open the door was probably in the captain's office, all the way on the second floor... He didn't want to get out and go running around, and he was hardly in the shape to do so... "Oh well", he thought, "While I'm up on the 2nd floor finding the switch, I can try to find that bi--- who got away from me earlier..."

With that, he opened the hummer door; he left the rucksack, the rifles, the case, and the other items inside the vehicle... He took only his MP-5, knife, pistol, and a few magazines for each... He limped towards the door that would take him back into the hallway so he could get to the lobby and the second floor...

Outside the station nothing stirred except for the dead.

In the 4th paracommando regiment base prison... Only two sounds could be heard... One was the screams of a lady spy who had just been raped by the 26th paracommando in the line of 40...

The second was the screams of a man who sounded like his skin was literally being burned off of his body...

The TK Operatives in the room with Johnson were taking turns pushing him deeper into the acid tub... They were wearing protective clothing... He had been stripped naked... They pulled him up after about 30 seconds and asked him if he wanted to talk.. He nodded yes as he was in too much pain to speak... They dragged him to a nearby shower, they soaked him with water and rinsed all of the acid off, stopping further burning... But he was a wreck, he was in awful shape, much of his skin was literally burned off... The TK way of getting answers had never failed... At least not yet...


Added: Johnson was laid on a cot, the TKs had covered his head with protective gear before submerging him in the acid, they didn't want him to die... Just to realize he should talk...

TK 1: "Was Arkan alive when you last saw him."

Johnson replied with a labored nod of his head.

TK 2: "Did he have a case with him... It would look to be a typical medical biological sample storage case."

Johnson replied with a labored nod of his head.

TK 1: "Did you enter the hospital in Rhodesville?

Johnson replied with a labored nod of his head.

TK 1: "Did you see anything unusual?"

Johnson replied with a labored nod of his head.

TK 1: "Did you see what can only be described as zombies and large shrieking green beasts?"

Johnson replied with a labored nod of his head.

TK 1: "Are you sure you weren't just under pressure and you only thought that is what you saw.. Are you sure you saw anything. I think you saw nothing... Am I right? You saw nothing...?"

Johnson replied with a labored nod of his head.

TK 1: "Very good Corporal Johnson... We will get you a doctor and something to eat."

Johnson replied with a labored nod of his head.

In the cell where the 2 TK intelligence operatives stood by watching the Paracommandos "interrogate" the lady spy... There was trouble. 5 of the 40 Paracommandos had refused to follow the orders of the TK intelligence operatives... 5 of them were excused and allowed to return to their barracks... The last man in the line of 40 entered into the cell.

TK 1: "See that communist bi---... I want you to defile her."

Paracommando: "Are you serious? You pig."

The Paracommando rushed the TK intelligence operative, it was hardly a contest, the Paracommandos were almost all in much better shape as they were always out on operations. The Paracommando smashed his fist into the jaw of the TK 1...

TK 2 drew his pistol and fired into the leg of the Paracommando. The commando collapses to the ground)

TK 1: (As he spat blood out of his mouth) "The a--h--- broke my jaw."

TK 2 (puts his gun back in the holster)

TK 1 (Draws his gun, and points it at the commandos head): "I ought to kill you, you commie-loving traitor."

Paracommando: "I'm not a commie lover, but I'm not a monster like you either."

TK 1 (Holsters his pistol): (as he speaks he has a hand placed on his jaw) "Get out of my sight now... We won't report this incident"

The Paracommando limps out of the cell.

TK 2 to TK 1: "What do we do now, the b---- still isn't talking? What about your jaw, you probably should get that looked at."

TK 1: (holds his jaw as he speaks): "Get an Elephant ready, if she won't talk, maybe she wants to go for a swim."

yay, more shark food.

It was about 8:23 A.M at the Police Station in Wilhelmsville... Paracommando lieutenant Dimitri Arkan had been limping forward for about 20 minutes now... He had found neither the switch nor the woman... He was frothing with rage. He realized he had taken far too many painkillers; he was beginning to feel delirious. He knew he would have to hurry...

He finally found the captain's office and entered... He immediately started to pull desk drawers out... On the right side of the desk, second drawer down, he found a switch... He pressed it... He heard the garage door begin to go up... "Success he thought." The painkillers made him feel so good that he decided he could jog... He began to jog down the stairs and to the door that would take him back into the garage, where his Hummer was waiting... From there, he would drive to safety and then meet that mysterious doctor... Then he would be 100,000,000 richer.

He made it without incident to the hallway on the 1st floor where the door that opened to the stairs that lead to the underground vehicle garage was.

"You're a genius Dimitri... You always win... You've never lost and you never will." With those thoughts, he pushed the heavy steel door open and began to descend the stairs that would take him to the underground vehicle garage.

Hela'con ran to one of his combrades, he lay dead on the cold concrete, bleeding profusely. Hela'con noticed the soldier had used the audial diary built into the KDKBHC helmets, he reached down a got the small chip out of the soldiers earpiece and clicked it into his own.


"The BHC teams were hit hard, they had lost nearly half their number due to excessive ammo requirements for kills. The men and women of the Kriegos Death Korp BHC teams were fighting hard to keep their lives, if only that. Squads had splintered as they were seperated by the masses of deformed creatures and I have seen this green beast and have to tell my squad before its-

Transmission ends. Reason???"

Hela'con panicked suddenly, not all the men were lost from the lumbering walking dead, on the contray, most encounters with walking dead were quite easy by comparison. But something, something was killing the ones who lagged, something alot smarter than the zombies.

Kommandant Hela'com looked to his right at left, being rewarded with the remainder of his squad, 5 men, none injured thank god, injuries recieved by the walking dead were a death-warrant. The kommandant sighed before levelling his rifle at the deceased soldier's head before pumping it full of 7.62mm rounds.

All was silent for half a minute before they came across something. "Kommandant, look at this" Merl'oos yelled, gesturing to the open garage door of the police station. "The door was closed before" Hela'con replied, being rewarded with a grin. "Humans, other soldiers!" Merl'oos replied excitedly as the men trotted inside to see 2 hummers, a riot APC and some other vehicles.

"Sweep the area!" Hela'con ordered with a bit of hope dawning on him. We might get out of this!

The Following occurred at 8:26 A.M.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan made it down the stairs, opened the steet door to that opened from the stairway into the the underground garage.... He limped to his Hummer, he checked both the rifles, the rucksack, the case... Everything was in the case... He heard shrieks and moans nearby, so he jumped in, buckled up, started the hummer, and was on his way, but before he left, he threw a hand grenade out the window, it bounced off the ground and landed near the 4: 1 ton drums of gasoline that the police had in the garage.... He pushed his foot down on the accelerator...

As his hummer flew out of the garage exit, a loud explosion rocked the police station, the underground garage was left in ruins.

He speed through the streets and within about 20 minutes had made it out of the town.... He continued down the highway that would take him to Rhodes City.

Hela'con jumped out of the way of the Hummer as it's headlights came on, a small grenade was thrown out the window that detonated the barrels around the dimly lit garage. Chek'thun was consumed by the fire of the fuel, the rest of the men got out alive.

Hela'con heard groans in the distance, his three remaing squad-mates were in a bad way. "Lets go link up with some other BHC teams, move" Hela'con ordered doubtfully.

The Death Korps team heard shrieks, at least 2 dozen of them... From about 1 block away...

Bump.

The TK operatives had gotten into the Elephant helicopter, they took the lady spy out to the ocean... When she saw the sharks and realized what would happen, she talked... True to their word, the TKs didn't toss her over the side... They had gotten the information they wanted, but they weren't done having their fun with her yet... The helicopter turned around and headed back to the 4th Paracommando Regiment Base.



In Buenos Aires, news reports were that a large FWS merchant ship that had set out almost 2 days ago from Port Rhodes in White Western Province failed to stop and crashed into the harbor... The crew was all dead (hibernation phase, it lasted longer because they were infected with a small amount and some gas the ocean gave off prolonged the hibernation... This will warrant much study)... Or appeared to be dead... They were taken to a nearby hospital.


The 37-year-old Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan continued down a rural dirt road in White Western Province... He had everything he would need, weapons, grenades, and the case... But then something occurred to him... His 19-year-old son, Evgeny, was in a Light Infantry Air Mobile Division... Such units would likely be the first deployed into Gustavus City... He thought of his long since deceased wife...He had just graduated from the Youth Military Academy.

He thought back, he was 18, young and in love, he married the beautiful daughter of a local farmer, he had known her for many years before the marriage, they were the perfect match. Shortly after the marriage, she gave birth to their son Evgeny. However barely 8 months after their marriage, communist rebels in White Western Province killed her during an uprising...

The uprising was brutally crushed by Fascian Security forces and Paracommandos... But that day he swore that he would make all the communists suffer... He was mad at the world... What once was a kind loving young man had become a bitter, resentful man with a quest… A quest of death. He left FWS and went to numerous other nations…

He had spent 10 years of his life outside of his nation, fighting the left… During this time, his son was in a military boarding school.

Dimitri was off in nations of the former Yugoslavia, off here, off there… Helping right-wingers in the United States acquire explosives… Helping Nazis in Europe smuggle in weapons in anticipation for their racial wars… He had traveled more in 10 years than most travel in a lifetime…

After the 10 years of wandering, of homelessness, of being a man without a country, he returned to FWS and requested he get his citizenship back. Within 3 days he was a Fascian citizen again, and within 2 weeks he found himself in Paracommando training…

Because of his vast combat experience and the fact he was a graduate of a Fascian Youth Military Academy, he was sent to officer training. He had been a 2nd lieutenant for 9 years; he could have probably been a major by now… But he liked to be up at the front, where he could see his enemy, where he could sink his knife into them, watching them die before his eyes. He had turned down every promotion offer thus far.

But, he was a man possessed, possessed by one thing, the thought of vengeance; he would kill anybody who got in his way… They would pay for what he had been through… They would pay.

The road curved and began to enter through a heavy forest area... He knew this road well... He had been on it many times... A small hill was off to the side of the road... He began to drift in and out of consciousness... He was losing a lot of blood, he knew he would have to pull over and sleep for a while... But he didn't want to do that while in the forest, it only went for about 35 miles... After he got out, he would stop and sleep for a few hours... Then he would drive into Gustavus City and get Evgeny out... He knew there were hunters and tyrants in Gustavus City. He didn't want one of them to get his son... He continued to drive... Drifting in and out of consciousness... A loud thud sounded as something hit the roof of the hummer.

The 19 year old Corporal Evgeny Arkan was in trouble... His unit, well it became his unit when the sgt died, was in trouble... 6 Light Infantry soldiers counting him, were still alive out of the original 10.. He was firing into the hordes of zombies that occupied the streets of Gustavus City.



Evgeny Arkan thought of his father, Dimitri Arkan... He never really liked his father, his father was never around... He also blamed his father for the death of his mother... His father insisted on living in that wretched disputed zone... The FWS government had paid whites to move to the disputed zone so they could eventually have enough of a base of support there to help them drive the blacks out.... He thought that even though his father had never been around for the first 10 years, after that he was with him on a Paracommando Base... He learned much about weapons, fighting, explosives, and politics.. His father was rarely around, he was either of on a mission or chasing skirts...


The few things his father actually did for him were to teach him weapons, fighting, explosives, guerilla warfare, parachuting, scuba diving, religion, and politics... He learned much of what he knew from his 8 years of living on a Paracommando regiment base that had been built inside the disputed zone...


However he always was there when Evgeny was in real trouble...
During the short while that schools in the disputed zone were racially mixed, Evgeny was about 16, he had many problems in high school, his grades were excellent, and he performed well at the summer military youth academy... He had no problems at the youth academy as they were for FWS military candidates only (whites only)...

But he remembered when he was 16 a group of 8 blacks in his school attacked and robbed him... He went home that day bloodied and bruised... His father demanded to know what had happened... When Evgeny told Dimitri what had happened, his father gave him a 9mm pistol and told him to keep it on him, and that if the gang tried anything, he should shoot them... Evgeny was already a great shot that was the other thing Dimitri had strived to teach him, marksmanship...

The next day the gang of thugs attempted to attack him again...
He remembered what had happened. 5 of them were dead, 2 injured, 1 ran off and rounded a corner before he could shoot him... His white classmates cheered him on, the blacks stayed away from him for the rest of his time in the high school... He never had any problems with a black the remainder of his high school career. He would later graduate from the school near the top of his class.

Shortly after he graduated, all blacks were kicked out of the disputed zone as the FWS government under Hendrik Rhodes announced the zone was being annexed into FWS proper... Had Evgeny not nearly sparked a war, the army wouldn't have been in the zone in good positions to enforce the annexation... He had played a significant role in the annexation of a territory 1/3 the size of Montana.

However, the incident almost sparked a war between the Blacks and the Whites... But FWS military units moved into the zone and forced the blacks to back down.. Local District Attorneys refused to bring charges against him... A local Teutonic Knights unit held a rally in support of him... The mayor gave him a medal... The local police force offered him a job. The FWS army offered him a chance to get into a light infantry unit once he turned 18; he accepted the offer from the army.

He remembered how proud his father was when he went home the day after he shot the thugs, he had avenged his honor, and his father couldn't have been happier. His father's exact words were, "Damn fine job son, you've made me proud... I never took s--- from a kaffir and I'm not about to see you taking s--- from one either... Good job. Don't you ever think that I won't be there when you really need me."


He remembered those words... "Really need me." He remembered them as he aimed and fired at zombies all around him... Light Infantry units had been brought in via helicopters into various parts of the city. Many were cut off and surrounded, many more were dead... But Evgeny realized that his father would somehow manage to get to him... Somehow, he'll get here... He loaded a fresh magazine into his Fn-Fal and continued to fire.

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan was in trouble... He heard a shriek come from above his hummer... He knew what it was that had jumped onto the roof... He swerved the hummer left and right, trying to shake it off... No such luck...

He pulled out a pistol and fired through the roof, but he was having trouble firing and keeping the hummer straight on the road... He dropped the pistol and picked up his MP-5... He used his only good hand, the right hand, to fire the gun, he used his knees to hold the wheel straight...

He fired an entire magazine through the roof; there were holes everywhere... His ears were ringing and were badly aching... He heard something fall off of the roof and hit the ground... He looked in the mirror; the green beast had fallen off the Hummer and landed on the ground... It wasn't dead, but it wouldn't be a threat to him... It was badly injured and he was in a Vehicle going about 60 miles an hour...


He began to think, he would indeed go to Gustavus City... He had neglected his son Evgeny for many years... He owed his son; he would go there and rescue him... He just hoped he would get there in time... Gustavus City was about 350 miles away... He had just exited the forest... But his sleeping would have to wait... He pressed the accelerator down. He opened a pocket in his vest and took out a bottle... He opened the bottle and dumped 5 pills into his hand, amphetamines... He placed the pills in his mouth and chased them down with some water from his backpack water system.

He took out a small tin of tobacco and placed some in his pipe… He lit the pipe and continued to drive…

The monsoon was back in full force and the Hummers wipers were working as fast as possible… Outside the road was quickly being turned into a sea of mud… But his Hummer was more than a match for the mud. He kept his foot firmly on the accelerator.

Hela'con barked into his headset, "Rally at Wilhem Police station, alpha 112!" Silence. The silence was broken by ear-piercing shrieks. "Sir, I've got a bad feeling about this" Merl'oos said nervously. He heard trotting. His heart stopped. About 12 figures appeared around the gloom of the corner. He held his breath before hearing a figure yell out "Kriegos Death Korp, proud and true sir!" And Hela'con supressed a sigh of relief.

The soldiers finished their trot with heavy breathing, "how far did you run" Hela'con asked the soldier who'd replied earlier. "Not far, sir, only about 7 blocks" the soldier; Kirl'oon, replied. Ear piercing shrieks filled the air once more. Hela'con's face paled, he saw figures on the roofs and a smaller amount of the roads.

He flipped on his targetting equipment and his left eye got a manified view in NV. He swallowed hard when he saw it in full detail, a hunched, thickly muscled beast with blood cover talons adorning hands and feet. Not to mention a full set of canivorous teeth.

"Hark! Mol'choos! mol'choos!" He yelled as men flipped on targetting systems and began firing as the beasts decended. Hela'con looked to his right to see a man ripped in two by the foul beast. He let rip and 7.62mm rounds smashed into the creatures side as it squatted devouring the poor trooper Ku'luoz.

The creature shrieked again as fluids poured out of the gashes in it's side, it turned it's gaze to Hela'con before leaping for him only to recieve a face full of lead. He threw his head from side to side, looking wildly to see his men being ripped down but often taking two hostiles with them. His daydream was interrupted by a beast flying at him, talons outstretched. Hela'con turned to engage the beast...

It was about 12:14 p.m. To anybody in White Western Province it was as dark as night... The monsoons were raging. The sky was dark...

Corporal Evgeny Arkan and his unit were indeed in trouble... There were only 2 left... Evgeny Arkan, and his friend, who was also a TK member... They were both members of the TK and grew up together...

Private 1st class Bedford Jackson stood next to Evgeny Arkan. Both men fired their Fn-Fals into the zombie masses...

Jackson had a rich family history. A distant relative to a confederate cavalry general and hero who helped save the southern people from the tyranny of reconstruction..

His grandfather and grandmother on his father's side left the United States in the early 1960s when they found that the racial situation became intolerable. They wanted to be left alone without some high and mighty "supreme court" lording it over them... They heard about FWS after a report via the television made by the UN calling for embargoes and sanctions against the "racist, fascist nation of murderers and criminals." They sold everything they had and got one-way tickets...

Jackson's father was only a few years old at the time of the Jackson's arrival in FWS... In 1980, his father who was 20 married a 17-year-old French girl who moved to Fascia with her family to escape the Arab invasion of Europe. In 1985, Bedford Jackson was born.. Bedford Jackson's father was a Paracommando and lived on the same base as Arkan... The two boys, Evgeny and Bedford grew up together... They played together as children... They went to school together... They both had to endure the disputed zone...

Bedford Jackson came to international attention when he was involved in an incident at age 16. This incident would make it to court, and established the precedent of "pre-emptive defense of others."
It was about 1 p.m. on an autumn Tuesday... Evgeny remembered it well, he and Bedford had left school early, they didn't want to sit around listening to blacks gripe about how the disputed zone should be theirs, and how all of FWS existed only because racist whites kicked blacks off the land...

The two youths were walking down the street. Both had pistols on them, as it was permitted that white males over age 10 carry any weapon they wanted... Evgeny had gone into a store to get a tin of pipe tobacco. Bedford was purchasing a newspaper from a machine on the curb... A black male was walking by, when the black man began to as the newspaper the next day put it "look at a young white female and begin contemplating ravaging her." Bedford wouldn't stand for a black eyeballing a white lady... He began to beat the man with a club (most youths always carried clubs also). Three other blacks saw what was going on and ran to stop Bedford. Evgeny ran out of the shop and helped Bedford... Bedford shot and killed 2 of them, the 3rd was wounded by Evgeny.

The two wound up before a judge... The judge said that since black males have a habit of raping white women, that Bedford clubbing a black man for looking at a white woman was acceptable, because the chances were high that the man was intent on raping her... The judge called it "pre-emptive defense of another." In regards for shooting the other blacks that were coming to the assistance of the one Bedford has hitting with his club. The judge said, "They were looking for trouble, and they got it." The FWS army heard of the incident and made an offer to Bedford to join the Light Infantry when he reached 18...

The two were destined to join the same army unit... Also they were both inducted into the Teutonic Knights.

Both remembered it well. They were walking home from school, both were 17. When a pickup truck with a 50 caliber mounted on it rolled by... The men inside were wearing masks, but Evgeny and Bedford could tell they were white... They could also tell from their regalia that they were TKs... They were told they had been sponsored for membership and were asked if they accepted or rejected. Both of them immediately accepted. They were helped into the back of the truck and both were blindfolded. They were driven around until the sun went down... Then they were taken to a secluded area in nearby woods. They were asked a series of questions and then sworn into the Teutonic Knights.

Evgeny ended up getting home at about 3 a.m. His father was up waiting for him... He demanded to know where he had been.. He replied the TK had just accepted him... His father was elated; after all, he himself was a high-ranking member in the local TK... He knew his son was going to be admitted but wanted to act like he didn't know what was going on.

Evgeny and Bedford caused quite a stir the next day at school when they along with about 20 other youths showed up in their TK robes and carrying Fn-Fal rifles. Every black ran out of school that day. The police stood by laughing, one remarked, "Look at them go, if they only worked as hard as they run."...

The Mobuto police from inside Mobuto proper occasionally would try to enter into the Zone, however they were usually met with RPGs and sniper fire from TKs… Therefore, Mobuto police basically stayed out of the “disputed zone” the 500,000 Mobutos were often on their own… However FWS police and army often entered into the zone. Whenever the 30,000 Fascian settlers were in trouble, FWS Paratroopers or Paracommandos would be in the zone within hours to deal with whatever was going on… When about 15,000 Tribals with illegal weapons threatened an uprising, 36,000 FWS Paratroopers jumped into the Zone without even being ordered to by FWS High Command.

Evgeny and Bedford were best of friends... They were the driving force behind the youth TK formations in their area of the disputed zones... They saw to it that crime in the school was dealt with swiftly...

Evgeny remembered that one time a black male tried to keep a white girl from leaving a room in a back area of the school. Bedford called it attempted rape and within 10 minutes he had rounded up about 12 youths in the school who were also TKs... 10 minutes later they had found the offender and had dragged him out to the front of the school. They hanged him from the flagpole... several black youths tried to get in their way, but the TKs drew pistols and chased them away.

Several months later the zone would be annexed by FWS and there would be no more racial issues in the zone as all blacks were given $20,000 + whatever their property was worth in cash and 12 hours to leave. Out of the 500,000 blacks in the zone: 495,000 left within 11 hours. Those remaining were the few who had secretly obtained weapons... As often happened, FWS Paratroopers and Paracommandos dropped into the zone to help the TKs and Police root out the black radicals... After about 12 hours of fighting, the last of the radicals was dead.

Right now however, both friends were in trouble. Evgeny had just completely run out of Fn-Fal ammunition... Bedford had already been using his pistol for some while now... It appeared no help was immediately forthcoming... The two decided to smash a window and get into a gun store... In the typical large FWS city, there was a an average of 1 gun store for every 150 Fascians... They ran across the street, they knew there was a store nearby, about 1 block away...

Bedford fired his 1911 as he ran... He downed three zombies... Evgeny used his own 1911 to drop four zombies... Both of the men changed their magazines... Suddenly a loud shriek echoed throughout the street...

A large green beast about 60 yards away... Both men aimed their pistols and fired... They had each put about 11 shots into the beast and it was still coming... A few more shots from each of them... Still coming... Both changed magazines... Evgeny fired 4 more shots, Bedford 3 more shots... The beast fell down about 8 yards from them.

The 11th Grenadier Guards Brigade had made it to within heavy artillery range of Wilhelmsville... They were awaiting confirmation from FWS High Command to launch a 1/2 dozen nuclear tipped artillery shells at Wilhelmsville.


Dimitri Arkan had been driving for a while now... He was about 125 miles outside of Gustavus City..


Evgeny and Bedford had managed to get into the gun shop with relative ease... They pulled the steel curtain over the window, made sure it was secured, and set about stocking up on guns and ammo... Each of them took an MP-5 and slung it over their shoulder, they stashed about 10 MP-5 magazines in the pouches of their assault vests. Bedford took an additional pistol, about 10 magazines for the pistol, ... Also, Evgeny grabbed an M-249 and 3: 200 round magazines for it... Bedford took an RPG-7 and 5 rockets. They were both heavily weighed down by equipment... They took their packs off, decided they'd never get enough time to use their sleeping bags, spare clothing, extra rations (They'd get food as they go), they dumped about 30 lbs of gear, thus they had made more room for the most important thing... Ammunition. A sign said "Vehicles behind store."

Bedford: "I think we should check it out."

Evgeny: "Okay, sounds good to me."

They walk out the back door of the store, the door opens to a fenced in parking lot... There are a few hummers and trucks with mounted weapons... What catches their attention is something covered by a tarp... Bedford sets down his RPG-7 and Evgeny sets down his M-249 SAW. Both men begin to remove the tarp from the vehicle....

Bedford: "Wow! We're saved."

Evgeny: "Lets get in, I'll drive. You man the gun."

It is an Eland MK-7

Evgeny Arkan and Bedford Jackson loaded some weapons into the Eland MK-7, and then they both got in. Evgeny drove, and Bedford manned the gun… Evgeny was thankful that FWS allowed virtually any weapon to be sold to a civilian… FWS had a history of selling any weapon to any white male that had the money…

Evgeny remembered about 3 years ago when a rich white man paid 1 million dollars for a nuclear tipped artillery shell. It was the day before Fascian Independence day and the man wanted to celebrate… On Independence Day, he got on his yacht, went 10 miles out in the Atlantic and set the bomb on a floating platform… He sailed about 4 miles away and got out his specially made protective binoculars… The man said seeing the bomb explode was just great.


Evgeny remembered his own experiences with weapons stores… He was 17; the white settlers in the Disputed Zone were stepping up their campaign to drive out the blacks… Evgeny and Bedford had managed to raise about USD 50,000 in cash from local white businessmen who wanted to see the blacks chased out… Because Weapons stores in the Disputed zone only had firearms and ammunition, they decided to go about 300 miles south-east to a store in the suburbs of Gustavus City.. Both Bedford and Evgeny were 17, they got into Evgeny’s pickup truck, it was a heavy duty truck made for hauling a lot of weight, the two counted their 50,000 dollars, and began the drive. After about 5 hours, they made it the store… But the store was closed… Evgeny remembered what happened next…

He and Bedford decided to wait until the next morning when the store opened… They spent the night cruising the town in the truck… They went to a bar; they had a few glasses of brandy, sat around and smoked cigars. (Alcohol and tobacco laws are virtually non-existent in FWS).

Evgeny remembered it particularly well because it was the first time he had sex; he met up with a rather nice lady who was quite attractive. He had spoken to her at length for about a year via letters and other communications methods; as she was a major financer of the TK efforts in the disputed zone, her father was a rather wealthy owner of a uranium mine. She was about 20 years old, and Evgeny ended up back in her apartment. Later, after all the disputed zone problems were over, he would go back to the suburb and find the lady, they later married.

Bedford remembered the night particularly well because while Evgeny was flirting with the lady who later be his wife, he managed to win a card game with a local rich man, and ended up with his Corvette (he had to bet the 50,000 dollars he had been entrusted with to buy the items. But he had a royal flush). He had the car shipped back to Rhodesville via a shipping service; it cost him a pretty penny.

The store finally opened at about 10 A.M the next morning… The two managed to get there at about 1 P.M.

The pair walked in; ready to buy the stuff they had come for.

When Evgeny handed the owner of the store a piece of paper that read

“USD 50,000 for
5: 120mm mortar.
300: GD (Soman nerve agent) 120mm mortar shells.”

The owner asked them, “Now you boys wouldn’t happen to be from the disputed zone would you?”

After a few minute Evgeny said they were indeed from the disputed zone…

The owner replied, “Well them I’m afraid I won’t be able to take your money.”

Evgeny and Bedford turned away about to walk out, when the owner called out, “I won’t be able to take your money because I’m giving you the stuff for free!”

Evgeny, Bedford, the owner, and two other customers helped load the shells and the mortars into the truck. They draped a tarp over the cargo… As they pulled away, the owner gave them a secret TK hand sign… Evgeny returned the sign; Bedford had both hands on the steering wheel and was unable to return the sign.

The two arrived back into Rhodesville in the early hours of the morning. 150 adult Teutonic Knights from the Rhodesville unit were waiting for their return. 30 of the 60 Rhodesville police were also waiting (more would have been there but the other 30 were out in surrounding towns putting down race riots). Also 50 youth Teutonic Knights were there…

The men formed into 5 units of about 46 each… Each unit suited up in NBC gear, body armor, etc… Each unit took a mortar and 60 Soman shells… Each united headed for their target…

The official records state that approximately 35,000 blacks were killed by the Soman attack… Not a single white died, primarily for two reasons. 1) The TKs didn’t target white neighborhoods. 2) Every single white in Rhodesville knew the exact time the attack was to begin… They were all suited up in NBC gear.


Evgeny thought about what he considered the “good ole days” of riding hours to get weapons for their struggle for independence from the Mobutos…

Evgeny shook away the thoughts... He had to concentrate on what was going on now... There would be time later for trips down memory lane... He continued to drive forward in the Eland MK-7... Periodically, the machine gun roared as Bedford fired into packs of Zombies...



Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan, speeding forward in a Hummer, was about 97 miles from Gustavus City.

35,000 FWS soldiers, police, and deputized citizens had fallen at the hands of the 300,000 zombies... The ranks of the zombies grew with every person they killed... But still, almost 600,000 Fascian soldiers and police, and 40,000 deputized citizens had the city surrounded.

Light infantry units all throughout the city were being overrun... Pockets of resistance had formed... Some soldiers, like Evgeny and Bedford, had found armored vehicles at weapons stores... There were F-BMP-3s, T-101 tanks, and other vehicles on the streets... The soldiers were all grateful that FWS had such fair weapons laws.

FWS forces surrounding South Victoria, the second largest city in Mobutoland realized they had to fall back... There were about 1.5 million "walking dead" in the city... There were only about 100,000 FWS soldiers and 300,000 Mobuto soldiers... The FWS soldiers realized that the Mobuto soldiers were less concerned with stopping zombies from getting out, as they were concerned with looting the abandoned stores and houses...

The Major General in charge of 4th Army, the designation of the FWS forces in and around South Victoria spoke to his subordinates...

General: "Get all FWS soldiers at least 100 miles away from South Victoria... This city is lost, and I'm not going to see one more white die to save a bunch of lazy blacks who won't even fight to defend themselves... We're not going to die for them."

Colonel: "Yes General, I agree... But if we don't hold back the zombies, what will stop them from advancing into other towns..."

General: "As soon as we get far enough away, nuclear ICBMS will slam into South Victoria."

Major: "But General, there are still about 300,000 Mobuto soldiers and an estimated 500,000 Mobuto civilians still alive in the city."

General: "Well, most of the 4 and 1/2 million people made it out didn't they..."

Major: "Yes sir... But..."

General: "Then the order stands... All units disengage and fall back... Immediately... Full Retreat... I want it done in good order though... Don't turn the retreat into a rout."

Colonel: "I'll see to it that the boys fall back fighting and in good order General."

The subordinates all leave... The General sends an encrypted message to FWS Army High Command... He tells them his forces are going to fall back and will help in Gustavus City... South Victoria is lost; prepare to contain infection in South Victoria by using nuclear weapons. Be ready in about 5 hours.

FWS forces completely withdrew from South Victoria in Mobutoland... They didn't care what happened to those people... They just wanted to stop the virus from spreading into Southern Province...


As they got about 40 miles away, the FWS Army High Command decided it was safe to go ahead with Containment Plan C...


Silos in Southern and White Western Province opened up and 10 Crusader Class ICBMS (each has 9 nuclear warheads) fired out... They were heading towards South Victoria... The infection would be contained...

Lieutenant Dimitri Arkan and his hummer had entered into Gustavus City... He had stopped a while back to refuel with what little spare fuel was in the back of the hummer, but he only had enough to get him into the city, and maybe a little farther... He made great time though in getting to Gustavus City.

As he drove slowly into the city, he looked around... Dead bodies of civilians, dead bodies of soldiers, and dead zombies... Everywhere, bodies, blood, guts, wrecked cars... This was the worst he had seen yet.

He looked down a road, about 200 yards away something that looked like it had once been a human, it was dark and about 10 feet tall, it was like a man but it was so strong. He saw it toss aside 4 Paratroopers like nothing, it ripped through a Light Reconnaissance vehicle after about 30 seconds of pound on it with its claw's... He knew what it was... Tyrant.

He decided he had best keep going... He did so. About 20 blocks away, parallel to where Dimitri's hummer was, were Bedford and Evgeny in an Eland MK-7... So far they had used the 90mm main gun to kill a beast about 10 feet tall... They weren't sure what it was, but it was in lots of pieces now... They also used the main gun to kill a pack of 3 green beasts... Furthermore, they used the machine gun to drop about 100 zombies...


The Hummer ran out of gas and choked to a halt... Dimitri cursed his luck, he decided he would stay inside for a while and maybe a squad of paratroopers would come by.

They continued to drive forward. They turned right and stopped. They were now on the road that Dimitri was on... Dimitri was still about 15 blocks away from them though... He hadn't yet seen them, but they had seen him through their vehicles sighting system.


Bedford: "It looks like we have a friendly. A Hummer, it isn't moving."

Evgeny: "Lets go forward and meet up with him. Lets find out who he is and what unit he is with."

The Eland MK-7 was moving forward.

The 10 Crusader Class ICBMS launched into the air had split open and the 90 warheads all rained down on South Victoria... The city and about everything for 10 miles around was gone, vaporized... Those who were outside of the range for being vaporized would wish they had been vaporized when they began to succumb to radiation sickness.

South Victoria was gone, and with it 1.5 million zombies, 300,000 Mobuto soldiers, and about 500,000 civilian survivors...

2.5 million civilian survivors had been evacuated a few days ago and were safely in other cities and towns.


The FWS 11th Grenadier Guards Brigade about 29 miles from Wilhelmsville received confirmation to cleanse the city of all infection.

Their Artillery units stopped, 10 155mm SPA loaded nuclear tipped artillery shells... They all fired... As the shells launched, the soldiers began to get back in their vehicles and prepare to leave... Nothing would escape from Wilhelmsville... The City was totally destroyed.

Dimitri Arkan had entered the city in his hummer… He was almost on empty… He made it about 10 blocks into the city, the hummer choked to a halt… About 12 blocks away, he spotted an Eland MK-7… They saw him also…. He flashed his lights to signal that he wanted them to come to him. He sat and waited. He had made great time getting to Gustavus City... But he had paid the price in that he was now out of fuel... But help was coming.




The Eland MK-7 had rolled forward to within about 100 yards of the Hummer that appeared to be out of gas... Dimitri jumped out of the Hummer and began to walk towards the MK-7... Suddenly a Tyrant smashed into the MK-7... It had been inside a building...

Dimitri would have to act fast. He fired an entire magazine from his MP-5, then his Fn-Fal... The Tyrant turned, and it began to come after him... He dove under the Hummer... The Turret on the MK-7 opened, Bedford yelled; "Keep low" Dimitri recognized the voice... Suddenly the sound of the MK-7s 90mm main gun echoed throughout the streets... The Tyrant exploded into pieces.


Bedford: "Evgeny, drive forward, the guy looks like he can't walk well."

The MK-7 drives forward. Bedford and Evgeny jump out. As Bedford jumps out he immediately recognizes it is Dimitri... The 3 men all embrace and share a brief hello... Then Bedford and Evgeny help Dimitri into the MK-7... They help him put his case inside also.

Evgeny: "You came all the way here father... You lured that thing away... If you hadn't we'd of died... You saved us. But why did you come here."

Dimitri: "On the off chance I could find you."

Evgeny: "All this time, I thought you didn't care for me, oh father, I've been a fool. Forgive me please."

Dimitri: "There is nothing to forgive son. If anybody is to ask forgiveness, it should be me. I should have been there more for you."

Dimitri: "But remember, I always told you I'd be there if you really needed me. I'm sorry I was never there for the other stuff when you were younger. I was off fighting wars to keep the nation safe, to keep you safe."

Evgeny: "I know that now father. I never realized it before. I thought you just weren't proud of me..."

Dimitri: "Don't ever say that. I was always proud of you... Remember that day those thugs attacked you... I gave you that pistol, the next day when they tried again... You showed them, do you know how proud that made me to see you standing up for yourself... Or that day the TK inducted you in... Do you know who sponsored you? I would have done it, but family members aren't allowed.. I had Bedford's father sponsor you. I sponsored Bedford..."

Evgeny: "We sort of figured that out dad."

Dimitri: "I thought you would. You were always a smart boy, you made it what was it 57th in your class of 700."

Evgeny: "Actually it was 1,000 dad."

Dimitri: "Yes but 300 of them were just nig----, they can hardly be counted as they just screwed around and tried to rob and rape whites.. But they didn't rob you more than once.... Remember, you showed them. And when they tried to rape that girl... Well, I remember Bedford and you rounded up some fellow TKs and you hanged that boy from the flagpole."

Evgeny: "Yes father, we remember it all. We weren't about to let them drive us from our school."

Dimitri: "Your mother would be so proud of you if she were still here... You made corporal in less than a year... You'll be a sergeant soon. Maybe get a battlefield commission."

Evgeny: "Do you consider me a good man father?"

Dimitri: "Of course I have always considered you good. I considered you a man after you returned from that suburb of Gustavus City with the Soman gas... You remember it don't you."

Evgeny: "Yes, but why after that. I was only 17."

Dimitri: "Because you were with the woman who is now your wife for the first time that night... Why do you think I suggested you go... I knew what you were planning to do... I knew how you felt about her. Don't think your father didn't realize you wanted to pursue a relationship with her. I myself was young once remember."

Evgeny: "I never suspected that's why you suggested I go."

Dimitri: "Well when this is all over I suggest you settle down, still stay in the Army of course. Maybe Transfer to the Paratroopers... Have some children with your wife... Raise a family."

Evgeny: "The army is a tough place to raise a family."

Dimitri: "You're right. Maybe you might leave after a few years... Buy a few thousand acres of land and a nice house in the eastern part of White Western Province... Maybe Northern Province."

Evgeny: "That sort of plan would cost a few million easily."

Dimitri: "Don't worry, I'll cover it all... If Bedford wants a farm of his own, I'll cover that too... There will be plenty of money soon... Don't either of you worry."

Bedford: "A farm of my own? That really isn't necessary Lieutenant."

Dimitri: "I insist. Anyway, I never did thank either of you properly for your contributions to the efforts in the disputed zone... You did were probably the most important figures in the Rhodesville area."

Evgeny and Bedford: "You really think so?"

Dimitri: "Yes, you helped to rally our people against the enemy... Without you, we'd likely have had no youth TK operation in Rhodesville... The Soman gas might not have happened... You also brought international attention to Rhodesville."

Evgeny: "How is Rhodesville doing now... I haven't been there in almost a year... I'd like to back someday."

Dimitri: "It was flattened by an atomic bomb... I'm sorry my son, the city of your youth is gone forever... Although they'll probably rebuild it later."

Evgeny: "I'm just glad most of the people I knew moved out of there a few months after we graduated... Remember?"

Dimitri: "Yes I remember, many moved."

Dimitri: "Bedford, I need to get to Rhodes City. Are you two up for a drive?"

Bedford and Evgeny agree to take Dimitri to Rhodes City... The Eland MK-7 makes it to the outskirts of Gustavus City and then rumbles forward... The City becomes smaller and smaller as they get further away. Until finally they can no longer see the majestic buildings of Gustavus City.


The City is silent now.. Most of the guns have fallen quiet... Almost all of the soldiers are out of ammunition... They fight on with bayonets; they use their rifles as clubs... There are 750,000 FWS soldiers fighting against about 100,000 Zombies... The FWS soldiers decide that they should raid weapons stores en masse... There is probably over 10,000 tons of ammunition in weapons shops in Gustavus City

Damnit... Lot of that got cut off when i pasted it... Why... Let me redo it.

Cities destroyed to stop spread of the virus.

IN FWS:

Rhodesville.
Hendrikville.
Wilhelmsvile.


IN MOBUTOLAND:

South Victoria. (Massive city 4.5 million people, but 3 million escaped)
Mobutoville.

SECRET: SECRET: TOP F---ING SECRET:

In the Central HQ of Secret Police in Rhodes City... Deep in the basement... General Walter Kruger I and Dr. Ivan Gregorov II were meeting with some operatives..

Kruger: "We've seen that this virus is indeed deadly... Can we use it against our enemies... Arabic Terrorists... I want to know how the Racially specific biological weapons program is coming... Can a strain of IG-Virus be tailored so that it only infects Arabs?"

Gregorov: "Yes General it can... We are hard at work on that now.. We will have results in a few days. Good thing we made lots of money selling the IG-Virus... We're using that money to fund the RSBW project... Racially specific weapons are proving much cheaper than the IG-Virus... Surprising isn't it..."

Kruger: "I want the arab specific strain of the IG-Virus called... the IG-Virus Strain 1 Crusader."

Gregorov: "We will be ready for tests within 1 week General."

Kruger: "Very good... I want to hear within 10 days that zombies are wandering all over the middle east. Unless of course the arabs agree to sell us more oil... Our armies are mechanized, our airforce is growing... Our economy is expanding... WE NEED OIL!!!!"

Gregorov: "Yes general. I suggest you send them a secret letter suggesting that what recently happened in South Victoria, where 1.5 million citizens were infected in about 6 hours, could happen to any of them... Except on a larger scale... We now have tens of tons of this virus, we used to only have a few thousand pounds..."

Kruger: "Very good Ivan... Very good."

Finally Gustavus City had been declared secured... 3 Days after the infection had started in FWS... It was ended in Mobutoland and FWS... However it had spread via merchant ships to Argentina, Brazil, South Africa, and a host of other nearby countries... It spread via birds to every nation that borders FWS (FWS= Namibia, Botswana, and Rhodesia AKA Zimbabwe)

FWS forces reportedly were finally able to smash the zombies after they got fresh supplies of ammunition from Gustavus City weapons shops...

The Shops typically contain items available for sale to the general public. Items such as Nerve Agent shells, High Explosives, tons of ammunition, machine guns, pistols, shotguns, rifles, accessories, RPGs, AT missiles, AA missiles, shoulder launched SAMS, mortars, and some even sell military grade vehicles such as Tanks, APCs, IFVs, Mobile SAMs, and Recon Vehicles.

FWS forces that took part in the fighting in Gustavus City are expected to report heavy losses when all the bodies are counted...

[code:1:af6f8eba90] SECRET TELEGRAM: From President Hendrik Rhodes: To General Walter Kruger. "Please do not attempt to use threats of bio-warfare against arabs in an attempt to get them to sell or give us oil... We can get all the oil we need through friendly diplomatic relations... Don't cause us any more trouble... We're already risking a good deal by sending in those 920 TKCTF into Rotovia to help see the Right wing wins the elections. [/code:1:af6f8eba90]

The Eland MK-7 rolled into Rhodes City... They parked in the underground garage of the Central HQ Of Secret Police...


Dimitri Arkan delivered the case to Dr. Gregorov II... He received 10 million USD in cash... 90 million had been deposited into his secret bank account...

Dimitri gave 3 million dollars to Bedford Jackson and 3 million dollars to Evgeny Arkan...


General Walter Kruger spoke to Dimitri: "You're being promoted to Colonel."

Dimitri: "I don't want it... But... If you let me lead from the front, I'll take it."

General Kruger: "I'll see to it they permit you to take part in all operations as you have been doing."

Colonel Dimitri: "Good. Thank you general."

Dimitri Salutes the general, the general returns the salute... Dimitri leaves the building and decides he will go buy a house in Central Province... Maybe he'll buy the entire province... No just a joke he thought, you're rich, but you're not that rich... Emperor Hendrik Rhodes, General Walter Kruger, Dr. Ivan Gregorov I, Dr. Ivan Gregorov II, those were the really rich... Hendrik Rhodes was known to have about 500 billion dollars in holdings in various companies... The Richest man in FWS.



Dr. Ivan Gregorov II is very pleased that THE CASE has arrived safely...

Now the IG-Virus Strain 2 Prototype can be mass produced...

The IG-Virus Strain 1 cure can be mass produced...

Documentation on the Tyrants, Hunters, "Walking dead", and "zombie dogs" will help to make them better killing machines...

Also research on the IG-Virus Strain 3 prototype can now begin.

SECRET: In Central HQ of Secret Police in Rhodes City... Deep in the basement. General Walter Kruger I speaks with Dr Ivan Gregorov II

Kruger: "How did the tests go. Did you IG-Virus Strain 1 perform as we had hoped?"

Gregorov: "Yes, it went rather well. We estimate approximately 4 million were infected over the course of 72 hours... But remember only 2,000 lbs of Strain-1 was leaked in the initial infection phase... Strain 1 only stays airborne about 20 minutes... After that, you must get the virus from a carrier via the blood... Strain 2 will remain airborne over 3 hours long... Strain 3 will remain airborne over 24 hours... Strain 4 may very well stay airborne for a week or longer... Initial infections for Strain 2 could very well be measured in the tens of millions. Strain 3 could be measured in the 100s of millions. Strain 4 could be measured in the billions."

Kruger: "So the data you gather, it made it worth it... What we did... Leaking the virus and making it look like an accident?"

Gregorov: "Yes... Certainly worth it. We learned from Strain-1 that most people get the infection from a carrier. About 10% get it from the airborne phase... That will change with later phases... But it will remain the same roughly... More people get infected initially. Then they infect about 9-10x the initial number during the "Walking dead" phase... We will improve the hunters and tyrants to make them better creatures."

Kruger: "Good... Is the virus still going on anywhere."

Gregorov: "Not really anywhere we care about... Zambia, Angola, Mozambique, South Africa, Brazil, Argentina... It spread rapidly via merchant ships, dogs, crows, and vultures... It exceeded our wildest dreams..."

Kruger: "You're certainly a genius Doctor... Lets just make sure the president along with everybody else, just keep thinking this was all an accident.."

Gregorov: "Agreed."

The two men leave the room and go off to tend to various tasks.

Secret Meeting between General Walter Kruger I and President Hendrik Rhodes.


Kruger: "South Victoria was destroyed by Crusader Class ICBMs."

Rhodes: "Good... How many died."

Kruger: "1.5 million were zombies, 1 million survivors died in the blast, 400,000 mobuto soldiers, 100,000 mobuto police died in the blast."

Rhodes: "Excellent... And of course officially we launched the missiles to contain the virus... But unofficially, South Victoria had to die... From that cursed city, all the farm attacks across the border into Southern Province were being planned... They killed about 200 farmers last month you know... We're not going to have a repeat of 1962 are we."

Kruger: "You mean the 1962 massacre of over 3,000 farmers and their families in one day... God no... We have every right to stop such a thing from ever happening... We have a right to defend ourselves Hendrik."

Rhodes: "And that is just what we did Walter... I am glad you helped. We couldn't have done it without you."

Kruger: "Thank you sir... However we have been having a massive increase in farm attacks across the border with Mobutoland and White Western Province, in the north western border region... They've killed about 200 farmers and family members... Brutally sick stuff sir... It's disgusting."

Rhodes: "Deal with it... Find 5 towns in Mobutoland, all should be within 10 miles of the border, all should be under 20,000 population... See to it the IG-Virus is spread in those 5 towns... I don't care what towns, just do it."

Kruger: "Yes sir.. I'll get right on it."

Bump.

Bump.

5 minutes prior to the nuclear strikes by artillery

Hela'con was about to shoot a creature squatted over a desperate soldier when his weapon clacked empty. He threw it aside and leapt onto the beast, 7" blade held before him as he slashed at the base of the spine, criss-crossing until his hit the back of the "hunter's" neck. It lay dead on the ground, a nasty looking cadavre with it's spine open for all to see.

Hela'con set about his grisly buisness, the man who he just "saved" was seemingly dead, he did his final justice and put a bullet through his head, as did the rest of the squad to their compatriots. Only 9 left out of the original 50, we need to be more careful, we shouldn't underestimate these foul creatures.

Hela'con heaved a sigh of relief as a powerful searchlight came over him and a loudspeaker speaker yelled "in! in! IN!" as it lowered to the ground, propellers still spinning. "Whats the hurry" Hela'con replied with a slight grin, "The hurry is that there is going to be a nuclear strike in about 2 minutes.

Hela'cons yells of "IN!" could be heard for a mile.

The Kommandant looked out of his blackhawk as it left the city, before large explosions left giant gashes in what had once been suburbs. He sighed heavily as the blackhawk made way to it's new destination...