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Union City, International Territory - 24 Hours since First Infection
"We're all screwed!" ... "C'mon man... we can make it right?!" ... "You tellin' me this is the fukken end?!" ... "Oh god, they're eating him! They're eating him!" ... "...though I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil..."
Civilians scattered across the streets, some huddled over bodies of deceased loved ones, some fighting back with makeshift weapons, and some simply cowering in fear. The sounds of helicopters filled the air, as members of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance repelled down into the streets, engaging in fierce combat with the legion of dead. While heavily outnumbered, the BSAA agents where able to quickly dispatch hordes of the undead, ending their suffering with well placed headshots; the only way to truly kill one of them.
"Alpha One to Alpha Two, Coalition Rangers have landed and are moving out to reinforce your position." The BSAA Commander chattered through the radio. "Move to Route Five, and hold position until you are reinforced. We need to stop the infection here!"
As more, larger helicopters swooped in from the skyline, groups of BSAA and Coalition Rangers repelled into the fray. The infected were growing exponentially at the minute, and the BSAA struggled to contain the area.
"We're getting a message out to every garrison in the area; so far, only the ESS Revelation has responded." The BSAA Commander stopped for a moment, gathering his breath, "ETA One hour before they arrive, they're experiencing problems with local refugees, their channels are becoming fainter by the second."
"You heard the man!" Called Locke, an Emmerian BSAA Operative as he called to his squad. He quickly slammed the door of his Hummvee, and grabbed hold of the 50. attached to it. "We've got an hour 'til whatever miracle reinforcement aboard the Revelation gets here, lock and load!" He surveyed the undead as the horde moved closer to his position. At the intersection, they had little contact with other BSAA forces across the city. But they had to maintain their position. When reinforcements arrived, their chances of halting the infection at this city would be doubled, tripled even.
E.S.S. Revelations - En Route
The security teams rushed down the panicked corridor of the carrier. Already, through their thick helmets and communications gear, they could hear panic and screams coming from the med-bay. One of the refugees that was brought aboard had shown qualities similar to some odd form of human rabies - but only ten minutes after he was brought into the med bay, he attacked two of the five restraining guards, and a plethora of civilian nurses. They began showing the same signs only a minute after being attacked - the report given had noted that the initial infected personnel acted feral, tearing their victims apart with their jaws. The medical personnel had begun attacking the uninfected, tearing away at some and turning others to the viral disease. As security made their way into the area, they were greeted by a whole crew of undead. Having prior experience, or simply going off by what they knew from Hollywood, half of the squad aimed for the head of the infected, where as the other half relied on their training and concentrated on center mass, then the head. Due to this Squad's incohesiveness, they were quickly over powered, and too turned to undead.
The automated security system onboard sprung to action, firing non lethal rounds and shockwaves towards the undead, running rampant down the corridors and attacking any who stood in their way. As per protocol, large metallic doors closed off the section, cutting off the majority of the infected as they tried to escape. The ships' massive siren began blaring, with security and military personnel racing from any position they were at, to their nearest armory. The security measure only delayed the infected, as some had gotten out before the doors were closed. As corridor after corridor was closed, the captain of the Revelation sent out a distress beacon. The fleet in the area was sent into disarray however, most ships locking down as to stray from the plagued individuals and the likely fate of the Revelation. As the ship was locked down, various aircraft on deck shot off, as well as the last uninfected civilian crew. However, the ship was not lost. The Revelation is home to the premier Tier One Operations Task Force; Atlas. Earlier today, Atlas was reinforced with a large amount of more Special Operations Groups. The unfortunate side is that the teams were seperated across the ship. As Med Bay was locked down, the armory in the area was as well. The ship, as per quarantine measures, was denoted as three sections on the Captain's sophisticated command table. The midsection was all but locked down due to quarantine, but contained the majority of the necessary survival elements for the ship; Hydroponics, the main Armory, and the Medical Area. On the both non-locked sections, were smaller armories, and equipment rooms, and a supply area for back up rations and ammunition; though this wouldn't last for more than a week onboard the ship. The deck was easily secured by what was left of the security teams.
The BSAA presence aboard the Revelation was caught on the Right Side of the sectors, along with the Coalition STIGRU and the rest of Task Force Atlas, minus afew parties. Some of the group, however, was missing. They were last on the Left Sector when the quarantine took place, separated from the main group. As the infected broke down the quarantine more and more, it became obvious that soon, the ship would be infested. The members of the BSAA and Atlas aboard, rushed to their respective armories. They wouldn't have their ideal equipment, nor enough ammunition to clean the ship, so they'd have to work fast. The Misriah Corps was needed in Union City, as was Atlas itself. But now, they needed to clean up their own ship, before proceeding to deal with the larger threat. More time passed, as the city's skyline came into view. The timing was eerily awful. When the Revelation would make landfall; the quarantine would be broken. Some members of the Task Force had estimated that the time it would take the infected to take the ship after it crashed would be little more than 45 minutes. They had to work fast. The first quarantine was breached as the skyline came into view. Atlas was within the area of the breach; though there were plenty of civilians and standard military personnel who would be caught in the fray as well.
With little time, Atlas would have to fight off the infected, and manage to clear the ship and survive long enough to reach land, and for the remaining BSAA Operatives to reach the ship and assist with getting the reinforcements out alive. But as always... some plans are doomed to fail.
Lennox entered his passcode into the armory's large door, and eagerly awaited it to finally open up. When it did, he and other members of the Emmerian STIGRU team rushed in, grabbing their LBT 6094 Slicks and a chest rig of various ammunition and supply pouches. They made sure to wear protection, but keep their loadouts as light as possible. Lennox took some of the M8-R Assault Rifles off of the weapon racks, and passed them to the surrounding STIGRU members. He didn't know if the other Atlas personnel who were with the STIGRU on the Right Sector had their equipment stored here, but he knew there were enough LaRue OBRs and M8-Rs to go around should they need them. He tucked his standard issue Voodoo-hawk into his belt's holster, and attached a small pup-combat knife to his rig. Sliding a magazine into his .45, he looked at a group of Garrison Troopers as they rushed by, armed and ready to fight the undead as soon as they made it past the initial defense.
Pulling the charging handle back on his rifle, he looked to his fellow operators.
"Some of us aren't going to survive. This is a literal nightmare situation, but I'll be damned if I let these rotting corpses win! C'mon Atlas, we're going Zombie Hunting."
