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Specialist Adam Corse
Age 22
Height 5'10
Weight 155lbs
Hair: buzzed dark brown hair
Eyes: dark brown
Physically fit, flat stomach and nice biceps with no tattoos or piercings. Smooth face, rounded chin.
I woke up by the sounds of our sergeant. We were being called to the motorpool where we checked our weapons and did a headcount. We were in the garage of what was a civilian hospital, but had been converted to a military one. Outside was the undead. We have been here since the start, our task for our unit was to safe guard the people here, most are doctrs and scientists. Some say they were working on experiments like Doctor Frankenstien, but most say they are working on a cure what is affecting those people out there. I could hear them, called the 'choir of the undead' it goes day and night unabated. They could not get through the five foot thick concrete walls that surrounded the place and studded with watch towers.
I had lost track how long we've been here personally. All I do is work, sleep, and eat, not much personal time. We had women here, plenty of women, but our missions kept us so busy we had barely seen any personal action, with none for me. I didn't mind, I just wanted to kill zombies for a long time as the dream and preperation finally came real. We were forced out of New York, as was to be expected, but many cities were still holding out. It was not entirely hopeless. We were not starving and we had plenty of everything, except zombies.
They were appearing every now and then gnawing at the walls and groaning only to be shot. Then later a burial detail would come and finish them off and throw them into a mass grave. Many could not be identified. I had no family thus all I had was my unit, twelve men that I had fought wth for two years in Iraq and now we were on home soil.
When we took over this place we also took in many civilians that proved useful, police, firefighters, construction, etc, and we put them to use. Everyone here had to pull their weight to keep it moving. We had to be self sufficient, with some goats, pigs, and cattle also in to provide milk and meat and a large garden, it was enough to keep us full, but there were times we had to go out and raid nearby communities that had been abandoned for supplies. That is how we picked up so many civilians. They were grateful for the rescue and to have so much security now and they could sleep.
Since we have arrived there were doctor and scientists always working on those upper floors. It was something that has drawn a great deal of of speculationand rumor as to what. We see them come and go, but never been been formally introduced and we, us soldiers that lived on the lower floors, were not allowed to go up onto the higher levels. Several of us had tried, but were caught by MPs, and tht only heightened our curiosity as to what was really happening. Had to be something important to warrant that much secrecy and isolation.
As we conducted our check I looked back at the towering building behind me and saw all of th lights on and wondered what was going on up there. We didn't know much, except how to survive. Our sergeant, a short, thin man but very tough, Connelly, said that we were going to escort a convoy that was going to one of the underground bunkers outside Washington D.C. like everyone else I enquired what we were transporting, but the sergeat did not know as behind us several, what looked like bank armored cars, rolled out and parked behind our lead Humvee. This is what we were escorting.
Age 22
Height 5'10
Weight 155lbs
Hair: buzzed dark brown hair
Eyes: dark brown
Physically fit, flat stomach and nice biceps with no tattoos or piercings. Smooth face, rounded chin.
I woke up by the sounds of our sergeant. We were being called to the motorpool where we checked our weapons and did a headcount. We were in the garage of what was a civilian hospital, but had been converted to a military one. Outside was the undead. We have been here since the start, our task for our unit was to safe guard the people here, most are doctrs and scientists. Some say they were working on experiments like Doctor Frankenstien, but most say they are working on a cure what is affecting those people out there. I could hear them, called the 'choir of the undead' it goes day and night unabated. They could not get through the five foot thick concrete walls that surrounded the place and studded with watch towers.
I had lost track how long we've been here personally. All I do is work, sleep, and eat, not much personal time. We had women here, plenty of women, but our missions kept us so busy we had barely seen any personal action, with none for me. I didn't mind, I just wanted to kill zombies for a long time as the dream and preperation finally came real. We were forced out of New York, as was to be expected, but many cities were still holding out. It was not entirely hopeless. We were not starving and we had plenty of everything, except zombies.
They were appearing every now and then gnawing at the walls and groaning only to be shot. Then later a burial detail would come and finish them off and throw them into a mass grave. Many could not be identified. I had no family thus all I had was my unit, twelve men that I had fought wth for two years in Iraq and now we were on home soil.
When we took over this place we also took in many civilians that proved useful, police, firefighters, construction, etc, and we put them to use. Everyone here had to pull their weight to keep it moving. We had to be self sufficient, with some goats, pigs, and cattle also in to provide milk and meat and a large garden, it was enough to keep us full, but there were times we had to go out and raid nearby communities that had been abandoned for supplies. That is how we picked up so many civilians. They were grateful for the rescue and to have so much security now and they could sleep.
Since we have arrived there were doctor and scientists always working on those upper floors. It was something that has drawn a great deal of of speculationand rumor as to what. We see them come and go, but never been been formally introduced and we, us soldiers that lived on the lower floors, were not allowed to go up onto the higher levels. Several of us had tried, but were caught by MPs, and tht only heightened our curiosity as to what was really happening. Had to be something important to warrant that much secrecy and isolation.
As we conducted our check I looked back at the towering building behind me and saw all of th lights on and wondered what was going on up there. We didn't know much, except how to survive. Our sergeant, a short, thin man but very tough, Connelly, said that we were going to escort a convoy that was going to one of the underground bunkers outside Washington D.C. like everyone else I enquired what we were transporting, but the sergeat did not know as behind us several, what looked like bank armored cars, rolled out and parked behind our lead Humvee. This is what we were escorting.
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