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Riley then proceeded to check through all the halls of the small pharmacy and there were no more zombies here. "alright, this location is secure." he glanced outside of the glass doors to see that there were hordes of undead shambling around. Let's barricade the entrance with whatever we can find, see if we cant scrape up and provisions. Then i think we should send out a flare and smoke, so if we need to fall back, maybe even some friendlys will see it. what do you tthink grant?"

"This is a piss poor place for defence but I agree, let's do our best with makeing to holdable." with that Grant picks up a heavy looking fileing cabinet and set it in front of the doors length wise. "I don't think we need to worry about the glass, it's a pharmasy, there probibly shatter proof." picking up another heavy cabinet Grant sets it ontop of the other. "Riley help me with this desk."

"alright" Riley walked over to Grant and went to the other side of a particularly large Mahogany desk. "on three, one two three, heave!" The two men lifted the desk with relative ease and then placed it longways across the slide doors. "hell the powers off to, these doors aren't budging.I'm going to go and set the flare and smoke, you stay here and barricade as you see fit, try to get some food and extra battery's as well." With that Riley slung his trusty M4 over his shoulder and ran up the stairs they had come. At the top he exited out the already open doorway and daylight smacked him in the face, he winced. After a few second his eyes adjusted and he could see again. The roof was small about 500 sq ft, and Riley went to what he thought was the center, took out a flare and smoke signal from his survival pack. He place the smoke device down and started it. Immediately red, thick smoke issued forth and billowed into the sky,"that'll do" he said. finally, he took the flair in his right hand, and shot it straight into the sky, "that'll get someone's attention".

Picking up random moderatly sized objects Grant plugs up any openings or potential enterances. "I knew we should have accepted the Guada Canal assignment over this 'cleanup operation' dammit..." While Ranting Grant fails to notice the Infected hostile come from behind. His only warning was a stiffled grone and the dragging of feet. Spinning around Grant gets pounded by 178 pounds of dead weight. Struggleing to fight off the rotting man Grant pulls out his P230 and blows a 9mm slug up through the mans gut through the body and out the back top of his skull. Pushing the dead man off of himself Grant checks himself for any open wounds. Finding none Grant slams the bolt of his M8 home and methoticaly clears the rest of the ground floor.

With the smoke billowing to a good height of half a mile, and the flare to attract the attention of any survivors in the immediate area, Riley is satisfied with his task. Then he hears a gunshot, and is on the com, "this is Sergeant Mitchell, what's going on down there?"

The V-22 Osprey landed a top of one of New Yorks many skyscrapers, its propellers kicking up air shattering a few windows in the process, Dwayne and his squad ran out of the holding bay weapons aimed in front of them, Banks ran a quick check of the surrounding area, he spoke in an intimidationg cockney accent, 'All clear Sarge!'

Dwayne signalled to his five man squad to move to the door leading to the top floor, he kicked it down not hesitating as to what was behind it, they all ran single file into the first room a large boardroom with the papers of its former owners scattered on the floor, the walls drenched in infected blood thick and crimson. Dwayne turned the lights on which alerted a single zombie hiding under the table, it was a young woman her top had been ripped off revealing her breasts naked and covered in blood, she ran at Dwayne snarling and drooling.

'Piss off bitch'

He emtied two rounds in her head sending the top half of her skull into the air in a mist of blood.

Dwayne spoke into an open frequencey radio, 'This is Sergeant Dwayne of the SAS we have entered a building on the western perimeter of the city, requesting status report from anyone who picks this up.'

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Clicking on his com Grant responds to Riley, "a Green was still on ground floor. Clearing now." After he makes his report Grant moves through the rest of the ground floor, checking under all objects large enough to hide a small child. When he was satisfied with the security of the floor he sits himself with his back to a wall. While waiting for Riley to return Grant checks his gear, then he picks up a radio signal. "This is Staff Sergeant Grant Roberts of the U.S. Army Task Force, Identify yourselves and your objectives."

'This is Sergeant Dwayne Adams, I am here with my squad, we have been sent to acquire a certain load of cargo from the area but we were not informed where. I am requesting a quick status report and other squad locations, I suggest we group up and combine numbers to make the job go quicker!'

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They promised me a LARGE

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But I got a .... MEDIUM

Riley had not received any word from his comrade Grant, so he quickly made his way down the stairs. Apparently grant had had a run in with a zombie that got through. "Dammit man, make this place secure!" Abruptly a voice came over his frequency 'This is Sergeant Dwayne of the SAS we have entered a building on the western perimeter of the city, requesting status report from anyone who picks this up.' good, guess we're not the only sorry bastards that they sent. he picked up his com spoke into it. "This is Sergeant Riley Mitchell, of the U.S. Army, our transport has left and we are holding up in a pharmacy on 23rd street. We have set up a smoke signal, you might be able to see us."

"Sorry Adams we need to hold here for survivers, You can come to us and use our building for an operational base camp." clicking off his com Grant shakes his head, "Shit... They don't give a flying fuck about the grunts, they didn't even get properly brifed!" hearing footsteps comeing down the stairs Grant Pulls his Mark 23 out, flicks on his Crimson Trace laser grips and waits. When Riley rounds the corner at full speed Grant curses profanly and yells at his partner. "god dammit Riley I just about blew you away!"