YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE...MAYBE TWICE!
The city is near void of life now, infested with the undead who are either dispersing or hunting down what ever survivors have holed up long enough. Outside of the city are a couple of abandoned Rescue Sites, and one military base outside of the city half a mile away, all infested with zombies. A survivor camp quite a bit away has its own area set up. A community of fourteen males, eight females, nine children and two of the elderly. They have resources and have taken control of a farm, having the resources to keep their plants growing. Note: If you so much as look infected they will open fire, but this will only occur at night, as they have scopes for the day to help identify people.
Inside the city safe houses are scattered around by people who either had to much time on their hands, were already prepared for this whole thing or subjected themselves to long amounts of L4D games before making one of their own the moment they heard about the infection. These are stockpiled with basic legal weaponry such as hand guns, hunting shotguns, hunting rifles and a few other things. Food is also stocked, as well as a ham radio in most and a television in all, though other than re-runs of old shows, a few news broadcasting sites, and CDC health hazard warnings that will forever be on replay until someone shuts it off, nothing interesting or helpful is on.
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A while later, Luc woke. Stretching a bit to loosen himself up before he slid his legs off the table he had propped them on, and looked about. As he did so, he head the crinkle of a wrapper and looked down to find a candy bar. He smiled and picked it up. Setting it infront of him before he slid the headphones off his head to hand around his neck. Looking back at the bar, he started to think of his luck before catching the figure of another in the room with him. He raises a curious brow at the sleeping one, before smiling a bit more evily and standing. He sets his rifle onto the table before walking the distance to him, and poking him in the ribcage. He had put one and one together. Not stupid enough to think that the candy bar just appeared there. But he wanted to at least say thanks, and share it with him. Extange words. He jabs him again
"I see." Luc nods slowly, moving his tounge over his teeth before talking again witha short sigh of near boredom. "You would pass by my town without even realising you where in a town." He chuckled. "I lived there until I joined the military." He bites the inside of his cheek a bit, wondering what he should and shouldn't say. "That really ended once this shit hit the fan."
There were no distinct gunshots going off, yet the sound of air slicing and gentle tears in the night sky was enough to explain that the Stalkers were picking off who needed to go down. Alejandro slapped in a fresh clip to his M110 before aiming down the scope again, thankful he was one of the few who got a HVScope. The targets lit themselves up perfectly, snipers taking down surrounding targets on boats around the area, making sure no one saw each troop hit the ground. Two boats were already cleared on their decks, moving to the next boat while a spotter watched in silence to make sure no one saw the corpses. If any were seen it would result in a search of all ships as well as possible firing on the Stalker boat if the Russians were that harsh.
The cannons turned, prepping for fire on the Russian boats just in case, though behind them the boats they ordered sent were already on the move, going quickly at full capacity. Miko, in the medical bay, watched the dressings be applied over his stitched hand, grabbing his radio with his free hand, "Alright, the boats should be coming by now if the clock here is right. I hope you all know well enough to bunker down because the moment we hit that Russian line explosions are going to make the Fourth of July look like a bunch of kids playin' with pop rocks and diet coke."
There was a boom, cannons ringing off, rounds tearing at the water around their boat. Snipers held their positions, other soldiers arming up the cannons and targeting the closest Russian boats, their own empty boats pushing through serving as wonderful distractions, one already colliding with a boat on the side, forcing a tear inside the hull. Gasoline was pouring into the ocean, burning before the boats lit up and exploded, taking down two more boats with them. Miko was out on deck, pulling out his AT4 from his shoulder, firing the round off to an approaching boarding party. They didn't have time to scream.
He slipped in a fresh round before getting on the com-link, "All units either on deck laying down fire or below deck getting cannons up to tear through the enemy armor in out front. The blanks will clear the rest of the way." The cannons turned and he rushed his way up to an old manual cannon, rolling it down and taking aim at a boat not that far off that troops on AA guns were letting rounds against. He fired the round, watching the shell rip into the hull, exploding, the fire pouring into the gasoline. Another ship down. Miko reloaded a round, taking aim at a new target, firing off the shell, watching it rip through the top portion of the ship, it teetering the boat a bit and forcing it down on it's side, flooding instantly.
Their ship shook, a fresh round grazing along the deck, not doing any sever damage, but it let them see the deck below pretty clearly. Miko reloaded, taking aim at the boat that fired on them, letting a few rounds go off before sinking it. They couldn't take another hit like that. To their sides the other boats came in, prepping for collision.
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