Zed, In The Wire!! (Closed for Sugar_Cookie189)

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Part I

Zed, In The Wire!

Researchers have speculated the outbreak actually began in North Korea, in January of 2020. Workers at the airport in the capital city of Pyongyang were unloading containers with capsules containing the bio weapon which had been warehoused in a cave for 60 years. It is believed that the bio weapons, containing the virus, had degraded to such a point that the virus had mutated.

The workers dropped a container and the capsule inside was compromised, spraying the agent out into the atmosphere. This incident corresponded to approximately 130 foreign visitors to the hermit nation attempting to board a jet, in route to Beijing, China. All of these foreigners were infected.

Once in Beijing, they then boarded a number of international flights going to various cities in Europe and the United States.

The records indicate that the first attack, patient zero, was a business man from Munich, Germany, aboard a Lufthansa flight. The patient attacked a large number of fellow passengers and a number of the flight crew before he was restrained.

A number of those passengers and flight crew would board connecting flights to other cities.

The outbreak struck with ferocity inside the United States in all major urban centers, those locations with major international airports. The majority of the uninfected were in the rural areas of the country.

The uninfected fought back. They created safe zones in the rural areas. There were 4 safe zones, now called Green Zones. One was in the North east and centered around Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine. There was one in the Southern states which stretched from the Carolinas to North East Texas and from Missouri, south to Northern Louisiana and Mississippi. In the West the Green Zone was most of the desert states, including Northern Arizona into portions of Nevada, Utah and Colorado. The last one was in the Northern Plains west to Montana, Wyoming and Idaho.

The Green Zones were walled off or in the process of being walled off. They soon had a government elected by those living in the zones. They had power and water and were living somewhat of a normal existence that was periodically broken up by stray infected subjects.

It is in the Green Zones that the private security industry exploded and business took off.

Private security contractors could be hired to go into the infected areas and conduct operations to recover items, clean out infected, now referred to as Zed’s, from areas that the uninfected needed to get into to help in rebuilding the society.

The private security company that had the highest rating was Crossbow International.

This company only hired the best contractors and the company, as a whole, had a 98% success rate.


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Washington D. C., 21 April 2023

Caiden Janus decided to post himself on the roof of the office building across the street from the Congressional Records vault. He preferred the elevation to monitor as his team, using call sign RED EYE, advanced on the building housing the vault. They were tasked with recovering a box of transcripts from a Congressional Hearing. Why? Who knows?

Janus did not care. He got paid to recover the item, that was it.

He was proned out, wearing an olive drab 5.11 tactical shirt, some desert colored tactical pants and Oakley assault boots. He had his armour plate carrier with a blowout kit weaved onto the front. He also had his blue and orange Florida Gator hat turned backwards to allow for his powerful binoculars.

Next to him was his team’s Designated Defensive Marksman. Most people would just call her a sniper. The woman, Annabel Rutherford was a Brit, who had managed to prove her skills and took a job with Crossbow International.

Next to her was her spotter, who had been beside her for about 6 months now.

To his left was Terry Oliver, manning the M-249 Squad Automatic Weapon. He was to provide covering fire as the entry team arrived and entered the target building.

The entire RED EYE team was one of 4 teams that Crossbow International was fielding out of the green zones.

Clients would hire the company to go into an infested area to recover items, turn things on or off, or destroy things that they did not want their rivals to get.

The RED EYE team operated out of the Southern Green Zone, which was an oval with one end in the western Carolinas, its southern border running through rural Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, dipping into Louisiana, clipping the northeastern section Texas.

The group on the roof were watching close, about 20 or 30 Zed as they milled about in the middle of the street on the west side of the target location.

“Holy shit…” the spotter said.
“What do you got?” Annabel replied.
“Is that…is that Hillary Clinton? Zed, by the entrance of the old Starbucks on the corner…maybe 10 meters north of the entrance.” The spotter said

Annabel, Caiden, and Terry all spun to the left to look through their scopes.

Caiden located the Zed he was referring to and damn if it wasn’t the former Secretary of State and First Lady.

Her jaw had been broken and hung slack from her face. She had rotting bite wounds on her neck and bruises on her face, but it was her.

“That’s fucked up.” Caiden said.
“You want me to take her out?” Annabel asked matter of factly.
“Nah, stay on mission. Besides, her current condition probably has improved her people skills.” Caiden answered. Terry chuckled.

“Redeye 1 actual, Redeye 2, we are checked and prepped, and standing by.” Kyle Shearer, the squad leader for the entry team and Caiden’s closest friend in the company called by radio.

“Redeye 1 bravo, Redeye 1 actual, give me a sitrep.” Caiden asked the squad that was covering the rear.

"Redeye 1 actual, Redeye 1 bravo, we are in position and entry team is clear to execute.”

"Redeye 1 actual, Redeye 2, you are cleared hot to the target.” Caiden gave to order to commence the operation.

At that moment the sound of the up armoured “Coyote” vehicles rolling in could be heard echoing across the area.

The Zed heard it also and stopped there lethargic shuffling. When the smell of the human brains in the vehicles wafted to them, they began shuffling towards the sound and the vehicles.

Terry squeezed the trigger on his belt fed weapon and the Zed in front of the pack went down. Some got back up and continued. Others had been freed and did not rise.

Annabel’s M14 EBR fired and destroyed head after head of infected. They did not rise anymore.

The 2 “Coyotes” arrived in front of the depository and squad 2 deployed, and then formed a perimeter. The entry team breached the door and entered the building. The contractors on the perimeter began laying down fire to keep the Zed back.

The Zed kept coming.

Caiden monitored the radio traffic and heard that Kyle was encountering only minor undead activity but was suppressing it effectively.

When Kyle radioed that they had recovered the item, Caiden breathed a little easier.

The entry team came out the same way they came in and every one loaded into the vehicles.

Caiden and the team on the roof fell back and loaded into their vehicle. When all personnel were loaded the convoy linked back up and started to return to Andrews Air Force base which was secure for the time being and where their aircraft were standing by to load them up.

But it became obvious that the return trip was going to increase in difficulty. The Zed were beginning to swarm. All the personnel in the vehicles were utilizing the gun ports, and the hydraulic saws on the vehicles to push through the swarm. From his view, Caiden estimated several thousand Zed were coming down on them.
 
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Part II

When the driver of Caiden's vehicle motored through a large group, the tissue from the zombies began clogging the air flow to the engines. Then the vehicle shut down.

“BREAK! BREAK! BREAK! VICTOR 3 IS INOP!” The driver called out over the radio.
All of the vehicles came to a stop.

“We are dead in the water. We are going to need a tow.” The vehicle driver said.

Kyle, who was in vehicle 2 came on, “I got it.”

The Zed were now swarming the vehicles, and overwhelming the weapon systems.
The hatch on vehicle 2 popped open and Kyle, along with 2 other contractors pushed out shooting their handguns at point blank range.

Kyle got the tow strap from the rear of his vehicle and connected to vehicle 3. As he was moving back towards the hatch, a Zed wearing a catholic priest collar managed to break through and bit Kyle on the right arm.

“FUCK! FUCK! OH FUCK! I’M DOWN!!” Kyle screamed as the group managed to get back in the armoured vehicle and secure the hatch.

“How bad is it?” Caiden yelled over the radio.

There was a long silence.

The team medic came on the radio and calmly said, “It’s terminal. He is Sierra Romeo.”

Sierra Romeo. Self-Removal. All contractors signed a waiver stating in the event of a terminal bite, they were to remove themselves from the team. That usually meant suicide.

Failing to remove yourself authorized the team lead to remove them.

The radio was silent.

The only sound was the sound of the undead banging trying to get into the sealed up vehicles.

Caiden could not speak. Not Kyle. They had served together in Afghanistan. Kyle was like his brother.

Caiden shook off the emotions. Mission first.

Keying up the radio, Caiden asked, “Kyle…do you got it?” The question was simple. Can you remove yourself?

Kyle answered, “Yeah…I got it.”

Kyle removed all his gear, safed his weapon and stacked all his equipment and then sat for a moment staring at the floor. His bottom lip quivered, and then he got up and shook hands with his squad.

Some guys cried silent tears.

Kyle climbed up into the turret which had a cage around it. The Zed tried to get to him through the cage but could not.

Kyle held his pistol to his right temple. Caiden watched through the 3 inch bullet resistant Lexan view port.

Kyle held that position for a long while, and then picked up the mike to the radio in the turret.

“Caiden,” He was weeping. “I can’t do it.”

Caiden sucked in air through his teeth. Then gnashed his teeth together, fighting back tears.

Finally, in a calm voice he said, “I gotcha brother.”

Kyle looked up in the direction of the 3rd vehicle where he knew his friend was. He nodded then opened the cage door to the turret.

Kyle began shooting Zed in the skull, dropping them. The carcasses fell off of the roof of the vehicle and were replaced by 3 more.

Caiden moved to the turret on his vehicle and sighted in on Kyle’s head.

Kyle was fighting, but he was getting bit and flesh was being torn from his body.

Caiden inhaled, let the breath half way out, and then said “I love you, brother. Go easy.”

Caiden squeezed the trigger and removed his closest friend and constant companion.

Climbing down in to the passenger compartment after securing the hatches, he ordered the vehicles, “All vehicles, Oscar Mike.” And the convoy began moving.

Caiden wept silently.

Annabel put her arm around him and whispered, “I am so sorry Caiden.”

The convoy made it back. The Zed still attached to vehicles were removed before coming in the wire. Everything was loaded into the cargo planes for the flight back to Green Zone South.

The team made it back and once back at the company compound, Caiden went to the program manager to file his report.

The program manager, Charlie Banks, was a good supervisor and a good person. He told Caiden how sorry he was and that the company would make every attempt to recover Kyle’s remains, or what was left of them.

Then Charlie said, “Caiden I also have some…news. Company ownership has authorized a reporter from one of those national magazines to ride along for the remainder of this deployment.”

Caiden was now glaring at Charlie. “Don’t you fuckin do it Charlie. Don’t you put some fuckin reporter in me team.”

“Caiden, this comes straight from ownership. “
“They are trying to drum up business, Charlie!”

“Well, of course they are. And don’t be an asshole to me. I have already argued till I am blue in the face about the danger and liability but they aren’t hearing me. I did tell them that I would not endanger any member of this team, and they said they understood. So you do not have to do anything stupid to get attention. Just carry out your orders, accomplish the mission and let the chips fall.”

“This is bullshit, Charlie!”
“Yeah…it is. And you will just have to deal with it!” Charlie barked

There was a long silence, then Charlie said softly, “Go back to your hooch…try to get some sleep. I will hold off your guy’s next assignment.”

Caiden stood up and said, “Is that all?”

Charlie just stared. Caiden turned and walked out, slamming the door as he left.
 
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Stacy walked through the fifth floor of the GZ magazne building, pushing past the people that crowded in front of Mr. Sheperd's office. Somewhere she hadn't been in for about 3 months now. Not since she wrote that article about how peoples lives had changed after they moved to the Green Zone. She hadn't thought it was anything to big, but a lot of people thought it was great. That she had got some great information.

Really, she just found some messed up people with some messed up stories that everyone ate up. It was sad really. Almost everyone in the Green Zone had some horrid story, they just liked to read others. To believe someone had it worse then them.

When she reached the office, she saw Mr. Sheperd sitting behind his desk, a bright smile on his face as he talked to someone across from him. Because their back was facing her, she couldn't make them out though. After a moment, Sheperd looked up and caught her eye. He looked... worried. Even if he continued to smile.

After a moment, he raised hishand and waved her inside. Stacy hesitated for a moment before she reached the door handle and pulled it open. She quickly walked inside, shutting the door up behind her."You called for me?" she asked him.

"Yes. I did." Mr. Sheperd stood up and pointed the the chair across him. "Stacy, this is Andrew Harve," As he said this, the person in the chair stood up and faced her. He wore a dark blue button up shirt and a pair of black slacks. He had a nasty looking scar running down the right side of his face, starting from his left temple, running down to the top of his cheek. "Mr. Harve's, this is Stacy Reene. She's the girl I've been talking about.The one who's been writing those infected colunms.

"Ah yes!" He moved away from the chair and over to her, holding out his hand. Stacy looked from him to Mr. Sheprd before looking back at him. She was obviously very confused, but she still reached out and took his hand, giving it a quick shake. "It's nice to meet you. Mr. Sheperd's told me a ot about you," He looked back at him as he placed his arms behind his back. "He forgot to mention how tiny you are though."

"She tiny, but smart. And she's been taking care of yourself for a quite sometime. Before all this even started."

"Uhh excuse me," Stacy held up her hand. "I'm right here and I can hear everything your saying."

They both looked back at her almost instantly, but stayed quiet. After a bit though, Harve spoke up. "There's no way she can do this. Not her. Sure, she's a great writer I'll give her that,but... the group will have to keep their eyes on her the whole time! I highly doubt she can protect herself while out there. So, why the hell would I send her with them so they have to keep her safe?"

The two of them started going back and fourth, getting louder and louder as they talked about why she should go and why she shouln't. Now if only she knew what they were arguing about. After a few minutes, she wlked over to Mr. Sheperds desk and leaned against it, crossing her legs as she did. She gave them both a few more seconds before she spoke up... or snapped

"Hey! Both of you, quiet it!" She yelled. Stace pointed at Sheperd, "You, stop going threw my private files. I never told you anything about my life besides I went to UNC State and worked at another magzine before this. I never gave you permission to look threwanything else. She pointed at Mr. Harve. "And you. You don't know me! How dare you call someone you don't even know fucking weak! Maybe your people are weak!"

She bit her bottom lip and lowered her hand down. They were both staring at her, their eyes wid. As tough as she was, she was usually the quite one. The girl in the back of the crowd that didn't say much. After a few silent minutes, she said, "Umm... I'm sorry."

Mr. Harve's was the first to talk... or well laugh. "Your right, Mr. Sheperd. Your so right. She perfect!" He walked over to Stacy and placed his hand on her shoulder. "A girl like you wont have any problem with keepng up, not if your keep our additude like you just had it." He looked at Mr. Sheperd, "Get her a camera, she'll be the first sovilin to go out in the infected zone."
 
Caiden spent the next 24 hours in his hootch. He watched some TV. The broadcast stations were mostly airing repeats of shows from before the outbreak, though they did have some brand new material. They still had not got the studios fully up and running.

He did go to the gym and work out some also. He focused mainly on functional fitness more the weight lifting. That just seemed pointless to him. He would never be in a situation where he would need to bench press 400 pounds.

Then as he sat on his rack, looking at a picture of Kyle and himself somewhere in Afghanistan, he decided that the mourning period should be over.

He went to Charlie’s office.

“Hey Charlie. I just wanted to apologize for getting shitty with you yesterday.”
“No worries.” Charlie said

Then he flipped a file at Caiden.

“That’s the file on the reporter that is going to ride with you.”

“Charlie, seriously, let her ride with someone else. It just isn’t safe and I don’t want the responsibility.”
“Too bad, it’s you.” Charlie said.

“For fuck sake, dude. You want to put a bleeding heart liberal do-gooder on my team. He probably has never seen a gun before and he will have already made up his mind that we are nothing but monsters ourselves.” Caiden shook his head and then asked, “Why can’t you put her on Trevor’s team?”

“Well, first, that is not our problem. Corporate has been told all of the negative possibilities and they are fully aware. It’s their call. And second, it is not a “HE” it is a “SHE”.” Charlie smiled at Caiden.

“And last, Trevor and his team pushed out on the Atlanta gig early this morning.”

“Charlie, you are shitting me? That is not cool.”

“I am not kidding and she will be here any minute now. So get cleaned up, put on your best company face and get her spun up. You have an assignment. You have to go to San Francisco. A software company out there has some data that the government wants retrieved. Something to do with satellites. “

“Why can’t the west team handle that?” Caiden asked. It was really unusual for a regional team to leave the region they are assigned to operate in.

“Apparently, they are using every swinging dick they have to clean out Edwards Air Force base. They are going to try a launch real soon.”

Caiden acknowledged his orders and shook hands.

He went back to his hooch and sat down at his desk and opened the file on the reporter.

She had written several articles on life in the green zones. They were well written.
According to the file, she had graduated from the University of North Carolina. So she had a pretty good education.

But his concern was how she was going to deal with life in the red zone. Nothing can prepare someone for what goes on.

Stacey Reene. Well, if she wants a story he would make sure she had plenty to write about.

He just hoped she lived long enough to write something.

Caiden studied her file a while longer then got with his intel people to pull charts of the greater San Francisco area. He looked at the charts and latest satellite images.

As he was planning his ingress into the zone there was a knock at the door.
An operational specialist leaned in and said, “They reporter is here.”

Great…he thought as he stood up and went to meet the reporter.
 
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