Final Days-IC-ISSU Only

[The Rebel Alliances]

Frank Phillips-AUA Terrorist-En Route to Mobile, Alabama
The rain was a torrential downpour. The wiper blades clashed and battled with the water to help me actually steer this tank of a truck to its destination. The American Unification Army has all but been defeated. Even Commander 81 has been killed by fascist forces. But our struggle wont end. Not until North America is united under a common great nation. And all obstacles removed. The cargo I am carrying in this semi 18 wheeler I was told is a new viral strain and several test subjects. A new biological weapon has been created. A self spreading plague that will act as a swarm of locusts wiping clean the enemies from our path. Not seen since the black death of Medieval Europe, or the Spanish Influenza Epidemic. And the destination for the outbreak of this plague, what will become known as Ground Zero. Mobile, Alabama. A port city. We will export this plague to not only North America. But the world. The foreign nations must pay for the actions they have taken in opposition to us. The seizing of Cuba and the Carolinas, cannot go unanswered.

After about three hours. I had made it to some docks in Mobile, and opened my door, stepping out. A private freighter, was docked in front of me. A rusty old thing, likely barely sea worthy. But, it will do it's job. It will take this disease and send it overseas. With the rain still pouring, I had pulled the hood of my rain coat over my face and approached my contact. A man of his early forties. Face covered in a beard. And sunglasses masking his eyes.

"So, you ready to take possession of the virus?" I asked him. Trying to start conversation to keep my mind from the rain. I hate rain.
"You bosses are paying me enough, so I would say so." He answered. Revealing he was hired help, not a member of the AUA. A pity, to have our forces reduced to where we must hire mercenaries. Men who care nothing for the cause.

I led him to the back of the truck and stepped up on the trailer and began to open the doors. I had not yet seen what was loaded myself. And am rather curious. As I opened it I saw on the left side, stacks of crates and cases. Which I had assumed contained the virus. And on the right...the test subjects. I was told they were scared women and children when I picked up the trailer in Birmingham. But now they seem...lifeless. But still standing. A silent like moan permeating from some of them. Even the children have a dead look in their eyes.

I took a step back and kept silent. I really did not know how to explain the sight. But as the man went to get the forklifts to begin removing the cargo. Gunfire erupted around us, shattering the sounds of the natural rain. I dashed as fast as I could but fell to the wet asphalt as a bullet struck my gut. Confederation soldiers began to move in around us. And my blood seeped into the water on the ground. Creating small red rivers around me.

The soldiers payed me no attention however. And passed me by. I crawled to try and take advantage of the situation and get away. The soldiers must be attempting to free the hostages. Not that it would be of much help. From what I saw there is nothing left of them to save.

But my heart jumped a metaphorical beat when I heard a scream from one of the armed men behind me, coming from the semi. I turned around to see the hostages, limp and sulk their way out. Another soldier tried to stop them, holding a hand up. But the woman kept up her approach. As she got within arms reach she lounged at him, and proceeded to gouge the mans neck out. Biting as a animal, tearing the flesh from his body. The other hostages made similar moves to the other soldiers. And in moments. The guns fell silent. Taken by surprise by the unassuming monsters. And in another moment, with my blood slowly leaving my body. Their attention fell on me.

The whole group of about twenty, Limped their way over to me. And I clawed to escape them. But without the mobility I had enjoyed just ten minutes before. Their slow moving forms surrounded me.

And none of the cries I made could warn the world of what we have unleashed.

[Pandeeria]

Private James DePholt, The Iverik Socialist State of Carolina

"Come on!" I motioned over some of my "colleagues", if you wished to call them that, over to the standard patrol of a large neighbor hood, extremely close to the Iverik-Confederate border.

In the early days after the fighting finally died down, the Iverik Empire finally took Carolina, forcing it into a new state of patriotism and happiness. With that, the country was renamed to "The Iverik Socialist State of Carolina", a trivial name of course, for in practice Carolina was the Iverik Empire, and the flag was slightly altered to have an Iverik Socialist emblem on it. With reconstruction happening, the Iverik police resuming activities that the Iverik military once had, Carolina was shaping up to be a fine state to be declared annexed. However, there are still military patrols like me and my so called "colleagues", whom I hate absolutely. We patrol large neighbor hoods. Our commanders tell us it's a way to keep the peace, but I see it as simply a scare tactic to keep the populace from revolting during these unstable times. It's of course useless to argue with the higher ranks of the commanders. They are after all simply a means to an end. The real bosses are the Upper Party bureaucrats that ran the Ministry of Strength. They would tell the commanders and generals what the goal is along with some simple guide lines and Intel, and the commanders and generals would be the ones that must find a way to execute the task. Like how we saved Carolina; the Ministry told our commanders to take Carolina, and the commanders decided how to take it.

"Hey James!" One of my partners who were suppose to be walking with me but we're instead "sightseeing", whatever the hell that means, caught up with me. Three more of them close behind. "Sorry" about that, I just decided to get these." He dangled a box of generic cigarets in front of my face, before precedingly lighting one and putting it in his mouth.

"Where did you buy those?" I asked.

"Simple: we didn't. We stole 'em!" He then proudly displayed the fully automatic standard-issue rifle that he was carrying.

"Are you fucking serious, Kèt? Damn it! Our job is to stop crime; not be the source of it!"

"Woah, calm down. It's ok. It was just some pathetic capitalist piece of shit that had these things laying out. It's fine." Kèt assured me.

"No, it's-" my all-so-noble speech to a bunch of abusive fools was cut off by a blood freezing cry of pain and fear. Further up the street, what sounded to be a women cried out from her home. We cocked our rifles as we heard another scream, this time from a man, down the street. "Alright, Kèt and I will move up the street to see what's wrong, the rest of you go down! Hurry!"

We cam up to a tiny, single story house with the screaming piercing our ears from inside. Without hesitation I bashed into the door, slamming it to the side.

The sight made me puke to the Side of the room while Kèt simply froze. There, not more then 4 meters a way from us, laid in the kitchen floor were two dead bodies. One was that of a little child, probably six years old tops. His innards and intestines laying haphazardly to his side as he twitched. Next to the kid, a bit further away was a women who looked to be in her late thirties. She was unconscious now, despite crying out mere seconds ago. That's when the sick, perverted, psychopath of a human being stood, flesh, blood, and various times bodily tissue dangled from his mouth. The abomination, the freak that seemed pale and lifeless, an empty shell of what could be considered human. It turned and started to walk, albeit weakly, towards us.

"Stop right there!" Kèt demanded weakly, shaking nervously as if he was defusing a bomb. I no regained my bearings, pulling up my rifle while still feeling sick and nauseated. It took another few steps, closer and closer to Kèt.

"STOP NOW!" Kèt demanded.
I suddenly jerked, accidentally shooting a bullet into the side of the freak. What scared me was the gun fire from down the street. The bullet seemed to have no effect, not even slowing it down.

"We got to get out of here. It's not safe, the rest of our team could be compromised!" He warned Kèt.

The creature took another step. It will soon, if not already, be in Kèt arm's reach. Five more shells fired off from Kèt's rifle, pelting the crazed man all in the chest and arms.

"Wha-" as Kèt was amazed yet confused in panic and fear, the thing took a surprising lurch at my partner, shoving it's rotted blocks of teeth into Kèt's wrist. All without warning. "AAAHHHHHHH." Kèt screamed as he was tackled to the floor, the thing taking another bite out of his upper chest.

"Hang on!" I screamed as I grabbed hold of the collar of the shirt this cannibalistic animal was wearing, and attempted to pull it away from Kèt. Instead, the thing simply shifted attention to me, ripping out s patch of skin just above my ankle. I slipped awkwardly, falling on my gun as another gun shot went off. This time, the rifle sent the scorching hot metal of the bullet, through my own chest, as the freak took another bite just above my knee.

I laid there, the pain of the world around me quickly dulling. After taking a third bite out of the side of my hip, it turned and started to walk out the door, probably seeing another person to eat. Due to the pain and blood loss, I knew I was going unconscious. I saw my partner, complete state of shock and helplessness.

I fell asleep, and didn't wake up. At least, I didn't wake up as a normal person.

[Slavija Slovenska]

B&C Inc. Freighter
Let's go! The captain called as we all boarded the ship. Some of the crew members were Sjovenes, some Slavian, and some picked up as recruits from refugees of the former confederate state. We were headed to our home port of Buitenhaven, Slavija Slovenska from Halifax, Canada (Not sure who has canada).

I quickly stepped inside and grabbed the manifest.
Fruits
Cars
Exotic Animals
Construction material
Each contained the specified area of the ship they were located and their container numbers and serial numbers. Just a routine run in the shipping world. I placed the manifest back on the table and walked down to the hull of the ship to look over some of the containers. My boots clanked on the metal walkway. I stopped in the doorway when I noticed a man below holding a syringe near a container crudely marked 49. Odd...I just reviewed the manifest and never saw a container labeled 49. "Meh, I'm sure it's nothing" I though to myself as I walked back upstairs.

The ship's horns sounded and I felt a slight swaying motion. The docks slowly drifted away, the City of Halifax in the background. I stood leaning over the railing watching the water being parted by the front of the ship. Pulling out a cigarette I over heard two men talking.
"Change of plans....We are stopping in Treko first. We need to pick up some weapons that need to be shipped to the Sjovenes and then we will head back to Buitenhaven."
"Ah shit!? I knew this trip would take longer than expected" the second man spit out a loogie as I watched him intently. For some reason it bothered me when people obnoxiously spit wherever. I lit my cigarette and stared as the Port of Halifax drifted by.

[Vladislav Federation]

Corporal Gordon Antonov-Jamesburg,Nisanov

Gordon Antonov's Journal.—

Left my home at 7:00 A.M.,to fetch my mother at Vladislav Airport.While I was driving my car,I remembered that tomorrow my vacation is over.

Later.—Arrived at the airport at exact 9:00 A.M.,while waiting outside I listened to a metal music in my phone,I was startled by a scream outside so I checked it out.It was a woman I walk towards her and when she saw me she screamed and ran away."A-are you one of them!?" she said with fear."One of what?! I can't understand what you mean." I replied."I saw a man running towards me and he opened his mouth like he wants to eat me,I saw his eyes all white.I am sure that he is "undead"."she said.
"Wait here I will check this "undead"." I said.
Went back to my car to get a Makarov pistol.
"Oh crap." said to myself.I remembered that I should fetch my mother now so I hurriedly went to the front door of the airport,I reloaded my Makarov.

I was surprised when I saw my mother dealing with 2 so-called "undead".
"Mom!!" I yelled.
"Gordon,please help me!" she replied.
I aimed the gun at the first "undead" shot it right at it's chest but I was surprised that it didn't work.I shot it over and over again but it doesn't work once more.
The undeads got mom,she screamed in pain,I saw all the blood and flesh of my mother that time I'm about to explode in anger I aimed my gun at the head of the first undead that got on my sight,It worked!
I went to my mother I cried,but I heard sounds of undeads coming from the door at my left.I grabbed my mother and hurriedly went out in the front door in fear.

Sullivan Highway—While I was driving my mother to a hospital I heard creepy sounds coming from my mom,"Oh fu—." I screamed in terror,she jumped out of me trying to eat me,she was turned into "undead".
I broked the windshield of my car and jumped outside and pulled my gun out,aimed it at my mother I said to myself "Sorry mom,but I have to do this." shot her right in the face.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-TZES Sergeant-Mobile, Alabama
The hangover was awful. After the nuclear detonation of Richmond and the following collapse of the Confederacy. I spent the last remaining months fighting the American Unification Army inside the new Confederation's borders. And just last week, Commander 81 was killed in action, and a final victory was declared over the AUA. And now it seems fate is crueler than we had given it credit for. As now, a 'Zombie apocalypse' has begun. Not just here, but around the world. But already scientist are speculating that the 'Ground Zero' for this disaster is Mobile, Alabama. Again in my homeland. It did not take long for the new government of the Confederation of Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi to mobilize the entire armed forces and even the PMCs to fight back against the 'Undead tide'. And so they began a international ISSU initiative, alongside the nations supposed to be finding a cure.

They are calling us new breed of soldier the Tactical Zombie Elimination Squad. Or TZES. The good news is that the Confederacy is not fighting this alone. The entire world and ISSU are working together to save a future for us. And a new strategy was adopted. To have smaller nations, like the Confederation focus on eliminating the zombie threat with force, buy time for those nations researching a cure to finish their research. If we fail, then those nations researching cures will be overrun. And if they fail, then we wont be able to hold the line forever.

I pulled the mask over my face. And looked around me, aboard the blackhawk helicopter. The government is so desperate for experienced soldiers that they even drafted me into their TZES program. I did not say anything though, but I am beset by the ironies of my life. Looking down at my weapon, a FN Scar Assault rifle. A new favorite of mine. Reliable, and puts holes in things. I can see the smoke from the city we are over.

Mobile, Alabama.

Our mission is to enter the city. And discover the source of the outbreak. If we know what caused it, then we can turn things around. There are hundreds of TZES operatives. And dozens of helicopters and air support dedicated to this mission. As well as a handful of armored vehicles. But for the most part, this is a infantry operation. The monsters are attracted to large noises, and a tank would bring in every zombie for a hundred miles.

I then left my thoughts as the ropes were dropped from the helo over a ruined hotel building.

"Time to jump." I exhaled as I entered into hell on earth.


Mobile, Alabama

[Treko]

Sergeant Tyr Skilason-Authoritarian Republic of Treko- Bergen, Treko

"This is patrol B-2-3, we are beginning our routine patrol." I said over the radio, my right hand on my TIBA-14 while my other on my ear piece, patiently standing with me men.

A faint chatter could be heard over the radio and I gave a low sigh as I looked back at my men. They were standing in formation, 20 of them stood silently and were awaiting orders from me but I was awaiting orders from the higher ups. My men and I had been shipped from Helsinki, Treko to relieve a squad of men who had been keeping tabs over the city for awhile. Before leaving I talked to the leader of the departing men and he told me that there was some suspicious chatter coming in from the CSA. The chatter had died down after a few days but they were getting the talks closer to home in Bergen. After the chatter a few strange things started happening in dock district. As I reminisced about the talks between him and I the radio chatter started up again. With another low sigh I raised my left hand pressed the radio into my ear to listen to the chatter once more. It seems the higher ups new something was going down in Bergen and weren't telling us.

"Patrol B-2-3, do you copy?" Asked a voice, it was girl, probably mid-20s

"Je, I can hear you loud and clear. What are the orders?" I replied, letting my TIBA-14 hang off the strap before scratching my covered face.

"A'stisga'ddetva' wants you take your squad down to the docking district. We're getting complaints from citizens down there and you need to make sure it's nothing."

"I read you loud and clear. Will be down there in under 5 minutes." I assured her, my hand motioning for my men to follow me to the docks.

Minutes passed and my squad of men finally reached the concrete docks that laid just outside the city of Bergen. We slowly began to spread out and search the docks for any suspicious activity and ask citizens around the area for rumors. As I had my rifle ready I slowly paced by a few ships before going down one of the piers and checking on each of the ships. Sounds of groans grew louder as I reached the dock house at the end of the pier, cocking my rifle I took a position outside the dock house near a few barrels.

"Men, get in position outside the dock house. I think I may have found the disturbance." I ordered, as I watched them run and slide into nearby positions.

I gave the signal and one of the men quickly ran up and grabbed the latch of the door and slowly began to turn it before opening it. With eyes wide open I saw what stood in the confines of dock house. Citizens covered in blood and internal organs began to lumber out of the dock house towards us. Without hesitation I rose and aimed my TIBA-14 at group of 10 citizens.

"Put your hands in the air! You will comply or you will be shot!" I shouted, as I looked around at my men who were doing the same. They lumbered closer and closer but the threats didn't seem to sink into them or they didn't care to acknowledge. With a finally look around at my men I gave a quick nod, "Open fire!" I ordered, as I squeezed the trigger and tore through group of ten along with my men. Seconds quickly passed and the corpses were riddled with bullets, they bodies laid motionless on the ground for a few seconds before they started to move again. "Good fucking god." I muttered, my hand sliding a new magazine into my rifle before firing rounds into their heads which seemed to put a stop to them. My hands shakily reached for my radio.

"A'stisga'ddetva', you're not going to believe this."