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The Infection

The First Victims


The black Landrover Discovery pulled up to the farm gate as a uniformed policeman walked to the driver’s window and upon checking the occupants credentials walked over to the metal gate and swung it open to allow the vehicle access to the farmyard. The policeman reclosed the farmyard gate and resumed his sentry duty as the black Landrover was parked.


Stepping from the driver’s door Ty Jonson took a quick look around the farmyard, he had parked his vehicle facing the northern perimeter wall to the right side of the Landrover was a large animal barn, behind the Landrover was another smaller barn, probably for storing supplies or farm vehicles Ty thought and behind and to the left of the Landrover was the farm house. Directly left of the Landrover was the first of two forensics vans which appeared both to be collecting a hefty amount of sealed blue plastic bags.


Ty walked from his vehicle towards the farm house door which opened onto the farm yard as he approached he flashed his Marshall of the Laws identity card to the policeman standing guarding over the farmyard door, he nodded and opened the door into the house. Walking into the kitchen Ty dodged two forensic investigators in white coveralls, rubber gloves and respirators; over their boots they wore disposable elastic rimed boot covers.


A trail of dry blood lead to the farmyard door which the forensics investigators were heading out of, but it look as if it may have been there some time. Ty walked through the kitchen door heading into the house. Walking down the hallway Ty saw there was a flight of stairs leading from the front door up to the bedrooms and to his left was an open wooden door leading into the front room. Inside lay a visual nightmare.


Blood arched up the walls and across the ceiling, the carpet was slick with congealing blood which squelched with each step. Three headless bodies lay in various positions around the room. One was right by the rooms doorway lying front towards the floor into the room and a blood, hair and brain crowned hole in the door was testament to the person’s mode of death. The second and third were both side by side on the carpeted floor the best part of their heads missing and similar stains on the walls indicated where they were shot.


Ty took in the scene and then left the farm house for the fresh air of the farmyard. Outside the house the two forensic investigators were still loading their plastic bags of evidence into one of the vans Ty approached one. “How many bodies were found altogether” he asked the closest one.

“Just the three in the front room” the officer mumbled through her respirator.

“None upstairs” Ty quickly asked back.

“No just the three in the front room, isn’t that enough” The officer quipped back.

“Thank you officer I’m sorry to have delayed you” Ty walked back to his Landrover Discovery and opened the driver’s side rear door. He leaned in and pulled out a file from a black case in the rear passengers foot well. Flicking through the manila coloured file he stopped at the page listing the statistics of the crime scene and read that the farm was home to five members of the same family.


Ty climbed into the driver’s seat of the Landrover and grabbed his mobile phone from the dashboard and called his partner.
“Hey Sam checked out that triple at Low Fell and it looks like another hick family shoot out to me I’m gonna let forensics rap up here and I want to put out an arrest on sight order for the two missing family members”
“Ok, what are the names of the two missing?” Sam asked without much concern for the crime.
“Don’t know yet we’ll have to wait for the victims to be identified as the usual identifiers have been spread around the front room walls!” Ty said with a very slight hint of humour as he finished the sentence.


Stanley City


As the evening began to surrender to night over Stanley a half naked blood covered man stumbled and lurched from the thick woods to the north of the city and found himself on a quiet road. Across the road there was a private housing estate with some people busying themselves around parked cars.
The bright headlights of a Nissan Qashqai driving past seemed to startle the man for a second. His eyes barely focused on the car as it passed by quite slowly the driver’s face awash with shocked as he look at the man stood by the road. Then a terrible high pitched scream erupted from the blood soaked man as he leapt for the car. Slamming his fists into the windows and body work the drivers face changed from shock to horror and panic as he floored the accelerator and sped away.
A young woman, who was dressed in a light grey business suit and carrying two bag of grocery shopping, had just started walking from her parked BMW 3 series to her house when she saw the incident at the end of her street she stood rooted to the spot half way from her car to her house. The half naked man covered in dried blood saw here as she stood there and in an instant the man went from staring to sprinting at the woman covering the distance in seconds, she dropped her bags of shopping as her mouth opened in a silent scream. The woman convulsed in agony on her path as her attacker crouched over her biting her neck and clawing at her clothes and face.

The Stanley outbreak began

Warren Brewdick was on a hunting trip in Cotton Isles. He had just sat down waiting for the deer to come. Today was his lucky day he thought. Little did he know that zombies were about to come for him.

OOC: I'm sorry my intro post was so short. I'm a bit rushed today.

Adam mundam was in a hardware store, looking for a drill to give to his younger brother when he got back from his holiday here in Stanley. thats when a crazed man, caked in blood, ran into the store and let out a disconcerting howling noise, while it sprinted towards Adam, who looked around for a suitable weapon. he found a 2 by 4 and swung at the side of the things head.
nothing happened.
he swung again, this time using more strength, and this time the thing staggered sideways. he continued until it hit the floor, and kept on hitting at it till it stopped twitching. Adam left the shop and began looking for a gun store.

The room itself was a cliche and Commander Michael 'Mick' Hawkins knew it. It was the traditional dimly lit room with technicians and officers working at computer stations and a map of the world dominated an entire wall. On this map an occasional yellow dot would pop up in one third world nation or another and they would then do one of two things: wink out or begin blinking with increasing intensity. Every light that winked out was a sigh of relief and the few that began pulsing left the room holding its breath and praying it wouldn't transition to blinking red. God help the world if the red light went solid.

Hawkins was the Commanding Officer of Section 13, a subdivision of the Dominion Intelligence Ministry and totally classified. Their primary focus was on 'unexplainable phenomena'; in other words, anything of an arguably supernatural nature. Zombies, vampires and any derivative, victims of the Rage virus and similar experiments, etc. all fell under S13 jurisdiction. No one knew about the organization outside of it other than the President, Intelligence Minister, two key Generals, and a select few foreign agencies within the United Defense Directorate.

Commander Hawkins was just collecting the morning status report. It seemed that during the night a few minor outbreaks had occurred throughout the world. Most of the were in third world backwaters or the select few totalitarian states. Outbreaks in the latter were usually kept under wraps and the overwhelming power of the military extinguished the threat in short order. However, while all of the lights either began blinking then winked out or were put out quickly.

However, one light stayed on fairly consistently. It was in a fairly small, democratic nation. Mick walked over the map and pushed the area over the light. A small information box appeared on the enormous LCD monitor.

"Hey, what do we have on this one? Cotton Isles?" he asked a nearby tech.

"Uh, not too much sir. String of grisly murders following a certain direction. No actual sightings of zombies yet but we're watching it," he looked over the rest of the map, "Only possible incident we have left from the night. actually."

The Commander nodded, looking intently at the green landmass on the map, "Keep me informed. Could be a murderer, could be worse."

With that he left the room and went back to his office. Papers needed to be filed and a thermos of coffee needed drinking before 0900 Dominion Central Time.

"SHIT," yelled Warren as a man with a bloody shirt swiped him. Warren drew his hunting pistol and killed him. Then he called the cops. There was something serrously wrong.

Stanley City

Ty Jonson eased the Landrover Discovery back from the fourth and fastest lane of the inter-city route across the four lanes and slowing from the one hundred and ten mile-per-hour limit of the outer lane to the slower sixty mile-per-hour joining/leaving lane of the inter-city route as the Stanley turn exit approach around a mile ahead.


As Ty tucked in behind a red Ford Ka he noticed that encrypted channel began to squawk gibberish, quickly punching in the code for the channel Ty immediately recognised the voice of his partner Sam Langley. Ty grabbed the telephone style handset, which was hanging from a roof hook to the right of the rear view mirror.

“Yeah what’s up pal?, I’ll be back at the barn in twenty minutes”

“Hey yeah look watch where you are driving there’s been a spate of violent crimes all across the city, the Mayor has called in extra police in from Brooker to help control things”

“Control what, what the hell has happened Sam for sakes I haven’t even been out of Stanley for four hours what the hell has happened?”

“Riot’s Ty, all across the city every time the cops try to shut one down they get overwhelmed man, cops have suffered major casualties they have even been turning on each other. Look there’s an emergency curfew order and police have orders to shoot to kill anyone acting aggressive or unresponsive”

“What?!, in...what...two hours all hell has broke loose in Stanley..Shit look I’m gonna be there in around twenty minutes right”


Ty floored his accelerator as he swung the black Discovery of the exit ramp and onto one of the main roads into the Stanley city centre. The suburban sprawl which was overrun with raging gangs chasing people across gardens and roads. Further into the city flats and apartment blocks were trashed with ground level windows smashed and some on fire, police cars, fire engines and medical vehicles where left abandoned were they were last used. Every now and then a group of rioters stretching across the length of the four lane main roads forced Ty to nearly circle the entire city before he reached the Marshalls office and everywhere Ty looked the shit had well and truly hit the fan.

Ty pulled up to a metal roller shutter which quickly opened just enough to allow Ty to drive his Landrover Discovery in to the garage as the roller shutter began to close his partner Sam was stood on the other side of the shutter encouraging Ty to drive much quicker as the now familiar sound of screams grew louder. The metal door was inches from the concrete floor of the garage when a pair of bloody hands and arms shot under it and the resounding thump of the things head hitting the metal roller shutters echoed around the garage.

A woman head with blood caked brunette hair appeared under the shutter and Sam shot her in the face without hesitation. Ty now stepping from his vehicle just stood by the open drivers door the colour drained from his face as he saw the action.

“What the f##k did you just do?” he shouted across the garage as two more Marshall’s carrying a G-36 Carbine rifle each and shooting at the mass of arms now reaching under the roller shutters.

“Shut the f##king doors” Sam shouted at the officer operating the garage roller shutter.

Not ten minutes after Mick left the room the yellow light hovering over Cotton Isles began to pulse yellow. It was a slow blink at first but began to pulse more and more urgently. After about a minute an audible tone accompanied the light which was tinged orange, getting ready to switch to red.

As soon as the tone kicked in Hawkins's office was buzzed and he sprinted to Incident Monitoring.

"SITREP!" he yelled as the door silently slid open and closed behind him.

"We have gone from potential incident to full-blown outbreak in a matter of minutes sir. Undoubtedly the event had occurred more quickly than that, but we're getting our intel off the international and local news wires and looking for telltale signs," the tech was talking quickly and handed the Commander the ever-growing stack of paper covering the details of the situation unfolding in Cotton Isles, "Recommend we call our affiliates and assemble a team, get the President to open a dialogue with their government."

"Acceptable. See to it and get me SCI on Line 7," he walked over to a desk and picked up the receiver. Hitting the number '7' he opened the line just as it started to ring.

Just outside Situation Monitoring was a large, open gallery hewn from a naturally occurring subterranean cave. It was partitioned off into various offices, conference rooms, armories, laboratories, detention areas, sleeping quarters, living spaces, viewing rooms, and various types of machinery. A single figure moved from a living area and moved to an armory. Opening a locker labeled '121 Sandella', he pulled out a full bodysuit made of spidersilk kevlar referred to as a 'Bite Suit'. Pulling it on over his black fatigues, he then strapped on a pistol belt and vest, going through a long-practiced ritual.

Brio rolled the specially modified and equipped as well as heavily armored and discretely armed black Uruban up the ramp of the nondescript cargo plane. With a bright smile and a nod to the cargo master she followed his directions so that the heavy vehicle was right where he wanted it. As she stepped out, pulling her go bag with her, his crew began lashing the Tanaaran variant of a U.S. Chevy Suburban down securely. The engine was bigger and more powerful, the standard armoring was only found on custom vehicles in the U.S. and it had many other advantage as well. It put the best aftermarket Suburbans to shame. The special independent suspension, four wheel drive and dual wheels with special tires in the rear made it’s ‘go any where’ ability mostly true. It couldn’t match a Wildcat or a Hummer, but neither could anything else.

She was less happy than she appeared. Captain Dr. Brionnè Jaelith McCoy, known to most as Brio, wasn't supposed to be here. A qualified agent specially trained and equipped was. But he'd fallen and broken both arms on a patch of black ice. And now she'd been pulled from the middle of her ER rotation because once, a long time ago, she'd managed to survive the sort of thing happening now in Cotton Isles....well that and -in the end -she was a Hand, one of the Archon's 'hand' picked - she chuffed amusedly at that - sworn to him above all else, elite problem solvers.

"Get us first hand data, get us a set of samples, and if you can manage to kill a lot of them Cotton Isles might survive. Rob, as in Robert Ryan Fortier ~ Hexx, Archon of the Domination of Tanaara, hated zombies with a passion. TMI was fairly sure that it was a zombie pack that had finally brought his father, the renowned Robert Francis Fortier of Imitora, down during the last desperate hours of the Fall of Imitora.

But she had a job to do, even if it was completely unofficial and off the official charts. Do what she could to help. And assets were standing by. A maritime taskforce of hospital ships and freighters loaded with relief supplies were enroute. She just had to stay alive long enough for them to arrive. An aerial taskforce would be on hold until she arrived and had a chance to assess the problem.

Now she had several hours to sleep while the plane winged it’s way to Stanley City International Airport. Though she wouldn't sleep until she had commited to her nearly perfect memory every bit of the dossier in her go bag. She wouldn't arm and armor up until just before they landed though.

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Shenyangi Central Intelligence forwarded the call from DIM down the line from Shenyangi Military Intel, SSOCOM Head of Operations, all the way down to the 13th Special Operations Group. Brigadier General Trance, though not particularly thrilled with both being in command, or being at the bottom of the list for call forwarding, she still took the call.

Afterword she picked up the phone and made a call, the phone rang, playing Cascada's 'Every Time We Touch' back through the headset. The line picked up and the tired, but unendingly bubbly voice of Sharon 'Vixen' D'Eugenio responded.

"Good morning Sirius."

"I've got orders for you Vixen."

"Oh, no forepl..."

"You're going to Cotton Islands to deal with another ZIV-01 outbreak, I'm sorry I'm pulling you from your vacation. I need you on this one."

"Don't worry Sirius, I've got your back."

"Alright, get down here and get ready, we're rolling you out with all the gear you want. Good luck."

Vixen did as she was ordered, and was on a Shenyangi Air Force MH-92C Merlin bound for Cotton Islands, along with a platoon's worth of equipment within six hours.

Marshall of the Laws sub-regional office


Ty was still shaking as Sam led him by his arm to the elevators which gave access to the rest of seven story building. Once on the elevator Sam hit the number three button as he holstered his pistol concern for his partner evident in his facial expression. The third floor was a mass of individual offices for the Marshalls they were separated by noise reduction glass which could be tinted for privacy. In the middle of the third floor was a four metre by four metre computer table generating a real time image of the city most if it shaded read. As the lift pinged onto the third floor Ty followed Sam’s urgent pace in the quiet nearly vacant operations level of the Marshall of the Laws building.

Sam brought Ty to the table computer and left him there as he went to the hot drinks vending machine. When he returned Sam thrust a hot plastic cup of black coffee into Ty’s hands as he tried to explain what had happened to the once vibrant city in such a short time.

“Ty, we think this all started in a private estate right on the northern edge of Stanley city limits” Sam tapped a portion of the table computers screen near them and close up satellite image of the private housing estate appeared in a crystal blue rimmed programme box. “It was from here that the local police received calls about a deranged man attacking the people who lived there. By the time the police turned up, maybe six minutes after the first call the place was a war zone” Sam tapped the enlarged image and it disappeared he tapped another part of the screen and a sliding screen appeared at his finger tips “watch this” he said to Ty “I’m going to take the time back to the original report of the farm shoot out” Sam slid the graphic image of a sliding button to seven am of that day “here is the first call of violence of the day here ten miles away across country much longer by road as you know” the time line slid back along towards the present several other blips of violence appeared across the city image nothing out of the ordinary for a city of any size then at around eleven am the housing estate to the north of the city blipped red then that spread steadily south across the city in the course of the next few hours. “You see the ripple type spread of violence crime reports across the city, I’m surprised you actually made it back in”

Ty’s hand shaking as he held it up to interrupt Sam’s monologue “what the do you mean Sam, this city has descended into chaos because some rich kids got scared" still pale he took a quick swig from his coffee

“No Ty, people were covered in blood the officers radioed for back up immediately” Sam reached over the table computer and tapped a graphic image of a voice bubble labelled Lynn Estate back up. The bubble enlarged to an image of a tape deck controls and he tapped the play button and the radio conversation played out of the table computers speakers located down “This is the transaction between the cities police north side control room and the officers answering the call” the usual mumble of coded identities and a sit rep describing a cannibalistic riot followed quickly by a panicked request for reinforcements, the stress and fear in the officers voice drawing Ty’s attentions ever more, the transmission ended with the screams of the rioters weapons discharging and the terrible pain ridden screams of the officer and the control room operator sobbing uncontrollably. “That is what is happening out there Ty, that is why those people at the garage door were shot without warning”

After arming up and taking the high-speed elevator to the surface, Major Grant Sandella was now walking toward a helipad in front of the Dominion Intelligence Ministry. On it warming up was one of a small fleet of heavily modified Sikorsky CH-53K heavy lift helicopters that the Ministry reserved for private use. Though it would seem pointless to send one man off in a helicopter big enough to drop in fifty full loaded soldiers, the majority of the cargo bay had been retrofitted with the latest Command and Control equipment. Along with RADAR jamming, satellite uplink, a small armory and even two cots bolted to the fuselage, it was essentially one of the world's smallest AWACS.

The cramped bay was crewed by five Dominion Intelligence operatives and DDF tacticians specializing in undead warfare. SCI was confirmed to be sending operatives and would be patched into the Dominion's TacNet once the AWACS got on site. The President would be calling the Cotton Isles government soon to allow the operation as well as tankers to keep the AWACS constantly over the area. On another, more grim note, it could pull the UDD operatives out of there if the situation became untenable.

As the helo revved up to takeoff speed, the President was busy on a secure satellite line, trying to reach the leader of a nation halfway across the world that had never even heard of any of the nations, people, or organizations he was going to mention. A phone somewhere within the government buildings in the Cotton Isles had just started to ring...

OOC:

*RESERVED POST*

Ill post as soon as possible as my char's intro here.
Thank's for understanding.

OOC: Same, I just don't have time.

IC: Thomas Ranney was stuck in a wheel chair. He used to love hunting but was mauled by a bear leaving his feet mangled. Now he was with his family (brother, sister, nephew and niece) in an amusement park. There was a zoo there and there were bears. Any time that Tom was around bears he carred his pistol that was fully loaded, had 3 spare clips, and a sack of ammo. The wheel chair was automatic and was ran by a joystick. Tom designed it so he could use it on manual. It was a nice sunny day with a cool breeze and his niece was pushing him when suddenly a man with bloody teeth and frenzied eyes jumped on his nephew and bit him. Tom drew his pistol and shot the man in the head. But he was to late. The boy's parents knelt beside the falledn child when he suddenly opedned his eyes and jumped and bit both his parents. The parents turned rabid also. His niece turned and ran. Tom used his joystick and backed away. But the parent zombies slowly gained on him. Tom took his pistol and killed them but the child was agial and bit many people before Tom also shot him in the head. Then Tom switched to manual and propeled himself out of the park into a grocery store. There he got bread bried veggies meat soups spices RCM's other things, and a portibale stove. He also got batteries flashlights, blankets, awater, beer, empty canteens, fuses, lime, oil, sulfer and a crowbar. Then he went to a sports store and bought a shotgun with 10 boxes of ammo. He rolled out of the store into an ally waiting for help to come.

OOC: If anybody wants to meet up with me that would be great.

The thump of the big cargo plane’s landing gear coming down woke Brio and she stretched as much as possible. The seats were nothing comfortable but she had learned early, back when she had been a lowly intern, to sleep whenever she could. Muscles tightened a moment then released and she smiled to herself. All seemed to be in working order.

The flight engineer approached and handed her the latest messages containing sat link photos of the current conditions in the city. TMI had launched a bevy of NIRTS to monitor the situation - and while the tiny, low altitude satellites had only a use life of a few weeks, they were cheap, easy to launch from a specially configured Old Dog, and took great photos. Enough had been launched to give her a set of photos that covered the time they’d been in the air., and which showed the progression of the infection.

She set it aside for the moment and began stripping. Once she was down to the buff she began sliding into the state of the art armored body suit that the crew had uncrated for her. Brio intended to forgo the heavier over- layer, she didn't think she'd need it though it was going to be in the back of the Uruban with her other equipment.

The newly in-service undersuit fit like a second skin, little thicker than a good ballet leotard, and far more protective than any of the older suits - particularly against bites. A full body suit with a high turtle neck, long sleeves and footed legs was a combination of the latest liquid armor which used a special spider silk woven fabric instead of the heavier and less flexible ballistic fabrics. She even had special 'opera length' gloves and flat heeled, high boots for extra protection.

"Geezs, you look like Emma Peel at her naughtiest" Joked the crew woman who'd helped her into the suit.

The suits had been designed for the wearer to slide into on their own, but Brio had never worn one and wanted to make sure the magna seals were properly sealed. They were bio electro magnets. Unless one knew how to deactivate them, while she lived they'd stay active and sealed.

That made Brio chuckle, but shake her head "I refuse to wear a spiked collar" Though with zombies? Brio shook that thought off as she fitted her weapons harness over the body suit - shoulder rig, thigh holster, a knife or two and extra ammo pouches - then tossed on a light button down shirt that she left open. Next came the long supple leather duster with it's built in weapons sling, to carry her KP5 PDW. Once she did a final shrug and settled that about her, she grabbed up the pile of photos and began looking them over.

“We have no contact with the tower save for the automated beacons and such, but there are no other planes inbound either.” The navi-guesser came back to advise – the crew had circled the airport once while trying to establish contact. Since they had been unable to reach any one living they were playing it cautious. The plane may have looked completely nondescript but was laden with every military sensor suite the Tanaaran Military had and it’s crew was also military and specially trained for this sort of operation. “Captain Jack says since it’s clear, with excellent visibility he’d going to land but not ask for a hot roll off unless landing attracts the wrong sort of attention.”

Brio nodded and too a quick look out of one of the few windows. No shambling hordes, no signs of life or unlife at all, met her view, just a silent still expanse of airport. “That’s fine, but I don’t want to unload anywhere near any building or structure that could conceal hostiles.” He nodded and went back foreword as she looked over at one of the techs double checking the equipment in her various survival packs. “Radio’s check out?”

“Five by, the Sat uplink is good, the Tablet’s up and running cold” He nodded over to the compact tablet computer.” He turned from closing a case up and hefted a micro camera, earbug and mic set up. “I need to hook these into the shoulder button and make sure they’re secure.”

The camera, less than a pencil eraser in diameter weighting all but nothing and of a dark hue that would fade into the black of the armor, would attach to the front of the high neck, while the mic, equally was tucked into an inner pouch on the side and the earbug looked like the mostly ubiquitous bluetooth ear clip. They would draw their power from one of the suits biomagnets.

They settled down with a soft skeerch cwump as the wheels met tarmac and the big plane slowed. Brio climbed in behind the wheel, but didn’t turn the engine over yet as the pilot guided the plane down the runway and to as distant a taxiway as the Stanley International Airport had.

A light snow had begun to fall in the early Dominion evening, the flakes glistening in the light of First City. But on the top floor of the Central Government Offices, no one took notice. President R.L. was still awaiting a response from the Cotton Isles head of state. Alexis Stone, the Intelligence Minister, was on the other side of his desk.

"Nothing?" she asked.

R.L. shook his head and mouthed, "Not yet," then, "Go."

She nodded and spoke into a headset. Some 150 stories below on ground level the 53 lifted off and rocketed off in the direction of Cotton Isles. SCI had already sent word that one of their Merlin's was en route. While the big helicopter was fast, the Shenyangis had too much of a head start to overtake. As the phone continued to ring, R.L. began to fear the worst: the nation might be in the midst of being totally overrun.

Aboard the CH-53K, one of the techs tuned his set to the secured frequency set aside for this op. The Merlin should have already been tuned to it.

"Merlin this is Field Ops 05, call sign Serpent's Nest. We've been given the green and are proceeding toward QZ. Supplying frequency to tune into the TacNet now. ETA 9 hours, over," the tech said into his boom mike.
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Situation Room, Section 13
Commander Hawkins had made a few calls and ousted key members of his first shift out of bed. Within twenty minutes they were all in the Situation Room at one of the many compartmentalized spaces reserved for handling an individual outbreak. In total the room, when fully staffed, had the equipment to monitor and direct the responses to ten medium-scale outbreaks at one time.

"So," Hawkins said to the weary-looking assembly of men and women before him, "We have an outbreak. Location is a mid-size string of islands called the Cotton Isles. Factbook says their democratic, which is a point in our favor in terms of access and cooperation. Downside: we know what it's like to have an outbreak in a free nation. Panicked people, reluctance to call in marshal law, and a usually unprepared police force. It's probably bedlam over there.

Field Ops is moving our boy on station to meet up with the Shenyangis. They're the only one who responded. All in all it's a team of three total. Bright side: Sirius and Vixen are two of them, ODST combined with Sandella's specialized set of skills ought to be a solid force. Field Ops will begin transmitting as soon as they're 2 hours out. That leaves us about 8 to set up shop. Questions?"

No one spoke up.

"Good. You all know what to do. As of now we're on the clock, hour zero. Let's move people!" with that everyone raced to their stations and began streaming in satellite footage and photos then sending them to Serpent's Nest.

The helicopter would be able to get the feeds directly once the systems finished calibrating. All in all operations were commencing smoothly. Section 13 had been founded a few years ago after a similar outbreak in First City. The virus was labeled 'Ultimate Humanity' by the madman who unleashed it, ZIV-01 by Shenyangi Central Intelligence, and Viral Specimen Z1 by the Dominion Intelligence Ministry. It had undergone several mutation since then and the files were growing daily.

Ezekiel Higgins walked down the hall to his hotel room. He was tired and intended on swallowing a few shots of the whisky he had just bought and sleeping until about five o'clock the next morning. He had come to Stanley city on buisness and had only expected boring meetings about fundings and such. But what he didnt expect was that everything was about to take a turn for the worst.

As he ambled down the hall, he heard a shrill scream from behind him. He whirled around to see a blood-covered woman running toward him. She grabbed Ezekiel's blazer and began to speak in rushed paniced words.

"They killed him! We have to get out of here, we have to find some place safe! We have to go! They killed him! I watched them eat him alive!"She kept saying over and over.

"Hey, Hey! Calm down, alright? We'll go to the police and get this all sorted out, okay?" He said.

"No! No! I went to the police they're all dead!" She rasped, by this time she was crying.

Ezekiel looked up from the womans face and saw a man standing at the end of the hall. His shirt was torn apart and half of his pant leg was missing. The mans torso was completely covered in blood. There was ring of blood around his mouth. Ezekiel's heart was racing so fast he was afriad it might burst out of his chest.

The woman had her arms wrapped around Ezekiel's waste and was whimpering incoherently.

The man came running toward them screaming. The woman screamed a shrill scream. Ezekiel, with out thinking, pulled the bottle of whisky from its bag and bashed the man over the head. The bottle broke with a sharp 'CRACK'. Glass shards went flying and whisky spilled on the floor. The man fell to the right.

He was still moving, so Ezekiel continued to beat the man until he was still.

He looked at the woman and said; "What the h*ll".

Marshall of the Laws sub-regional office

“So what are we going to do now” Ty asked as he started to come to terms with the situation that had engulfed Stanley City. “We sit tight” Was Sam’s immediate response “We sit tight and wait for cavalry to ride to our rescue”
“Cavalry” Ty asked getting angry now “There are people dying out there, and you want to sit tight and hope it all goes away?” Sam looked directly in to Ty’s face neither one breaking the glare “The military reserves are sealing the city now, setting up bases preparing for an assault to wipe these b*st*rds out, smudge them from existence like the f**king nightmare they are, god damn it” Sam fingered another user interface image on the computer table and a programme window of a TV screen appeared playing a live streaming image of a down town Closed Circuit Digital TV (CCDTV) camera focused on two infected people eating a motionless body in the middle of the street “twenty minutes ago that street was full of feasting monsters eating terrified and screaming people, now those people are monsters too” Sam stopped the live feed by tapping the image of the TV screen “An ever increasing number of monsters to attack, kill and turn ever more people it’s a f**king nightmare Ty where holding this building for as long as we can that is all we can do, that and hope the army gets here before these monsters get in!” For the first time Ty noticed the other Marshalls who worked out of the offices where patrolling the building in groups of two or more.

Downtown Road Block 23

Downtown Road Block 23 was in position on one of the main road arteries into Stanley city centre the location was a natural bottleneck in to the city in which three roads leading into the major business centre all converged. The road block consisted of several police vehicles parked length ways across junction of the three roads to deny vehicle access to the city centre and to provide a visible and physical deterrent to the rioters heading towards the city centre.

The road block consisted of two Volvo T5 police interceptors, parked length ways across the road in between these and facing towards the forth coming horde of rioters was an olive green TRT armoured Landrover Wolf which had thick metal mess covers across the windows. Two Ford Transit vans modified to carry a set of mobile cells, in which a person can be isolated safely, in the rear instead of seats were parked behind the road block.

The officers manning DRB23 heard over the police band that the officers sent to quash the riot had been killed to a man with the “rioters” eating the men and women while they struggled to flee. As the raging mass of bodies surged onto the main street leading into the city centre two of police officers began to fire off teargas grenade after teargas grenade from their MM-1 40mm grenade launchers into the path of the rapidly approaching horde. After exhausting their supply of the potent grenades the mass of cannibalistic rioters were still approaching seeming to not notice the gases which should have brought them to their knees.

Sergeant Chris Arden stood beside the TRT Landrover Wolf surveying the unfolding situation his hands held together behind his back as he watched. Like the rest of the TRT police officers he wore a black t-shirt with urban pattern trousers with thigh pockets and black leather steal toe cap reinforced boots. They had urban pattern body armour to protect the wears organs from ballistics damage. Over this body armour they had a harness for carrying ammunition for their primary and secondary weapons. Sergeant Chris Arden also wore a black TRT baseball cap with the peak turn backwards to cover the back of his neck. In his left ear his individual secure radio (ISR) was transmitting the screams and panicked orders from other TRT units positioned around the city. Despite Chris Arden’s calm, controlled posture eluding to a calm rationalising of the situation his mind was screaming one word over and over ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit’ and then when the crowd was nearly two hundred metres away he raised his G36 Commando rifle to his right shoulder and squeezed out two shots at the nearest man “Open up on the f**kers now, lethal force only it is the only thing that will stop the b*st*rds” with that the other TRT officers started doling out double taps from their G36 Commandos as the regular police officers either drew their Berretta 8045 pistols or reached into the boots of their Volvo T5 police interceptor units for a Benelli Nova 12 gauge shotgun.


Sergeant Chris Arden lent against the TRT Landrover Wolf and pulled his Heckler and Koch G36 Commando rifle into his shoulder. He lined the rifles x4 ACOG scope up with the head of another crazed rioter and squeezed of a double tap blowing out the left side of his neck and then blowing his brains out the back of his skull. Sergeant Arden lined up another rioter in his scope before squeezing out another double tap, the rifle clicked twice “Shit, reloading” Arden shouted as he threw his empty clip to the ground and grabbed another from a magazine pocket on load carrying harness. There were five other TRT members at this roadblock and the few seconds they had were evaporating quickly. “In the Wolf” Sergeant Arden shouted as the horde bore down on them “F**k c’mon in the Wolf” he shouted again as the officers reacted too slowly to the order.

The police officers by the modified Transit vans threw themselves into the front seats slamming shut and locking the doors as the drivers gunned the engines and accelerated towards the road block ahead of them. The TRT police officers and the four regular officers ran for the Landrover wolf. They all pilled in three in the front and five in the back and James Brody gunned the accelerator. As the Landrover surged backwards the rear door swung wildly out of Sergeant Chris Arden’s hand as he was trying to close it, nearly pulling him from the vehicle. The hands of the infected slammed down on the bonnet as they reached the Landrover which was gaining speed. The two police Transit vans swerved in opposite directions to avoid the reversing TRT unit one going left the other right before turning back in on themselves mowing down a swath of the infected murderous horde.

the Defence Ministry

“Good afternoon Mr President” The Defence Minister said to the President of ruthless Slaughter as he answered his heavily encrypted office phone “Yes, we are currently responding to a civil incident in the city of Stanley what of it> the Minister listened intently four several minutes before he confirmed arrangements for “Thank you for your offer in this situation it would seem prudent to accept your help, I will make the necessary arrangements to allow your agent to operate on Cotton Isles soil” when the conversation was finished he told his secretary to get the mayor of Stanley on the line.

Downtown Stanley

“Holy Crap” Steven kept panting as he ran for his life as a group of five seriously pissed of people ran screaming incoherently behind him his white t-shirt trimmed with grey around the sleeve ends and waist was drenched with sweat his blue washed-out style jeans seemed to make his legs feel even more like lead and his designer trainers not really made for running seemed to make every step a lesson in pain management.
Steven Cad slipped on some rubbish on the pavement as he rounded a corner, nearly losing his balance and costing him some distance as the gang closed in on him ever more. Up ahead as Steven ran he saw several shops and a man in a wheelchair carrying a lot of “self defence” equipment wheeling himself into a side alley as several other people near the shops were being devoured by blood thirsty infected.

Rounding the corner into the alley Steve saw the man sat in his wheelchair looking down the barrel of a shot gun at him. Waving his hands in front of him Steve yelled “No, no wait, help me I’m being chased!” Steve pointed back the way he had come as the first of the group chasing him rounded the corner.

"Wait! Stop, I can help!" yelled Thomas. Shit the man ran away.

Thomas switched his throttle to 'intense' and jolted to an 'intense' 10 miles per hour. He switched to cruise control and took out his shotgun. The man was being chased by 5 zombies. Tom fired twice and 3 zombies fell. The other 2 were to close to the man so Tom took his pistol and killed the other 2. Then he pulled up besides the man and stopped him. " I can help!" said Tom

The pilot of the Merlin responded to the Dominion radio calls.

"Field Ops 05, this is Sorceror, we're inound to assist, please provide a landing zone and we'll meet you there. Be advised that our intel is pointing to a more problematic situation down there than the initial reports indicated. We've got a full payload of Shenyangi Military hardware on board if you need a firepower boost. Over."

"Affirmative Sorcerer," the pilot replied, "We've just gotten sat uplink and it shows the outbreaks is nearing advanced stages and is getting ready for spillover."

'Spillover' was the term Section 13 operatives had coined to mean that the outbreak was in danger of exceeding the initial boundaries.

"Although it looks like local military has sealed it up pretty tight," a tech chimed in, "We'll be on our own from the looks of it. The extra hardware will be appreciated, thank you. We do have an abundance of Black Talon rounds at our disposal in 6.5 and a few tactical shotguns. InOps is putting the finishing touches on a grid now. LZ is a park in southwestern corner of the city. Satellite imaging shows reduced activity there. Our best bet is to find local law enforcement or military within the QZ and help them coordinate an offensive."

Another tech was listening into his earpiece intently, "That was the President, we're clear to go in."

The tech on the horn with the Merlin nodded, then said, "Ok Sorcerer we're a go. ETA is now ten minutes to CI border, meet you there. Out."

Adam found the closest thing to a gun store he could find, a pest control store.
the shop was completely pitch black, no lights, no power whatsoever.
gripping his 2" x 4" tight, he blundered around in the darkness until his foot brushed against something . . . human.
he leapt backwards so fast that he his back hit the wall, and tried to find the exit by slowly stepping along the wall, until his right elbow hit a plug.
praying it was the lights, he pressed it.
the lights shot on all across the store, momentarily blinding him since he had been in the dark for so long. the corpse on the floor, was, thank god, a corpse.
All of the heavier firearms and hunting rifles were scavenged by survivors who got there first, so their was only air rifles and air pistols left. Adam grabbed a .22 b2 air rifle and a .22 webley nemesis air pistol, grabbing a few tins of spare pellets and taping some high-power torches to the two air guns, and pocketing a handful of batteries for the torches. while attaching a telescopic scope to the air rifle, he heard a few shots from somewhere near his shop. two of the shots were loud and deep, probably from a shotgun, this was then followed by a few shots, which sounded like it was from a handgun or something of the like.
loading his air guns and switching on the torches, Adam went looking for the source of the gunshots, and hopefully another survivor.

The Merlin arrived at the RV point first and tentatively set down on the rooftop helipad of a hospital. Vixen exited the aircraft and immediately headed for the rooftop access, hitting the elevator button and waiting with her suppressed XMG-10A4 at the ready. The doors slid open to reveal a blood-smeared empty elevator. She tentatively stepped inside and flipped the emergency stop switch on the panel, stalling the elevator. She took a fire axe from an emergency box and similarly barred the access stairs.

With that done she retreated to the chopper to wait for the Dominion spooks. She tested her headset and communication uplink, calling back to base.

"Vixen to Sirius, I'm on the ground, so far things are quiet."

"Affirmative Vixen."

"It would nice if I had some support out here you know."

"I've got your back, don't worry."

"You know, when I say that I'm actually there, not several hundred kilometers away beaming my voice into your head via satellite."

"Noted."

Vixen could hear the distant sound of the approaching Dominion pave-low.

Field Ops 05 came in 3 feet above the tallest buildings. Homing on the Shenyangi FoF tags, it hovered over the hospital and Sandella fast roped to the roof. Once the rope was dropped, the ramp raised and the 53 took off on a predetermined course to fulfill its duties as AWACS. Checking his gear the Major jogged over to the Merlin and greeted Vixen,

"Miss D'Eugino, Major Grant Sandella, Dominion Intelligence. Field Ops 05 is calibrating the signal to integrate you and Sirius into the TacNet as we speak. Is the roof secure?"

He cut right to the chase. While almost any man who knew what Vixen looked like knew the callsign was well-earned, there was a time and a place and any member of the Dominion's vaunted Black Ops put business before flirting.

A brief burst of static cut across Vixen's headset as she was patched into the network.

"Rooftop is secure, but who knows for how long. I've got the elevator and the stairs locked down for now, but we're not looking at a permanent fix and I don't plan to stay up her all day."

She gestured toward the MH-92.

"Need any gear? I've got enough hardware in there to end a war."

Grant nodded, "Excellent. And yeah I'll take you up on that offer. The 32's rigged for sniping and the DSP's my other option. What've you got and can it hold 6.5? I've got the ammo, just need more guns."

He was waiting for a comment about how he is a stealth troop. ODST and Black Ops, while working surprisingly well together, always took friendly jabs whenever they could.

Vixen briefly disappeared into the aircraft and quickly emerged with a cutdown DM-32, smaller than even the most compact standard issue models.

"We took some liberties with it. We cut her down as far as we could without building a new weapon. About as tight as they get, but she kicks like a mule. Hope you can handle it."

His face invisible under the All Purpose Vision Enhancement Helmet, she didn't see the smile, "Trust me Vixen, I can handle it. You ever think to submit it to UWT? I bet they'd love to make a carbine of a bullpup.

Alright, so figure we'll take a vantage up here and clear an avenue before heading to street level. Sweeping the hospital shouldn't pose a challenge once we do. FO05 will keep us posted on horde movements. Sound good?"

"I don't have many choices now do I?"

Vixen adjusted her grip on her XMG-10A4 and checked that it was in order, flipping the magnifier over to one side in order to get a clear view through her holosight.

Remnants of DRB-23


A police van raced through a set of red traffic lights closely followed by the TRT Landrover Wolf and the second police van after that. There was no need to slow at junctions as there was no traffic in Stanley anymore, all the vehicles that were left, and there are millions left were now either parked or abandoned The three vehicles which comprised the last own survivors of the Stanley police force.

The three vehicle convoy swerved their way around the abandoned the public and private vehicles littering the business districts of the city as more and more infected people, spilling from nearly every building, filled the streets. The once vibrant city of nearly fifty million people had been brought to its knees in a few short hours by the zombie plague.

Not one of the fleeing police officers noticed the foreign helicopter manoeuvring into land on the nearby hospital roof to drop off its cargo of agents from across the NS globe. They carried on with their hopeless escape plan.


Downtown Stanley


“Holy Crap” Steven yelled as the five infected people chasing him came to their violent second deaths at the hands of Rambo on wheels. “Thanks, I think” Steven wheezed as his lungs sucked in air “I got two questions, what the heck is happening and have you got a spare gun?” the pair were still in the side alley between two shops.

As Steven stretched out a hand to shake that of his saviour he suddenly froze a fast movement caught his eye. Another man came round the corner, but this one was carrying a couple of pellet guns and stopped in his tracks when he saw them.

Low Farm, Several miles north of Stanley


Major John De Dunile stood in the command tent surveying several maps of Stanley city laid out on a table in front of him the Mayor of Stanley Mr Eugene Wright, who had been evacuated from Stanley City as soon as the riots became a city wide emergency.

“We are going to section of the city into different colour coded zones with alpha numerically assigned sub-sections which we will roll through and regain control of your city mayor” as the general was talking the Mayors mobile phone rang. “Eugene Wright speaking” he stated as he answered the call.

The colour drained from the Mayors face as he listened to the other side speaking to him as he pressed the button to finish the call he looked at the general “You will be getting a phone call in a few seconds” and he collapsed back into the chair behind him and remained silent until after the general received a phone call from the Defence Ministry. When the general put the phone down he looked around the collection of people gathered around the planning table and then stated to the major stood beside him “Change to the Rules Of Engagement (ROE) all soldiers are to shoot to kill on sight anyone they find within the bounder’s of Stanley City arrange the orders to company commanders”.