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The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

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The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

The rest of the platoon had already started filing out of their humvees as John made his way to the rear of the convoy.

“Alright everyone, in on me.” John made a circular motion with his arm, which signified the hand gesture for the “Rally” command. The rest of the men made their way to him and formed a semi-circle around him. Once he had everyone’s attention, John pulled out his map and laid it out on the hood of one of the humvees.

“Right now we are here, just a couple of blocks from our objective at Fallbrook Street.” John traced his finger along the road on the map. “We need to move north and look for survivors at the refugee collection point at the intersection of Fallbrook Street and Elbrook Drive.”

John turned to face his squad leaders. “Sergeant Patrick and Sergeant Tyler. You two will take first and second squads north and set up a hasty checkpoint at the intersection. I will remain here with third squad and set up the TOC. Check in with me on the radio when you make it there. If you do not find any survivors within the first thirty minutes, check in with me again for further instruction.”

Both of the sergeants nodded their heads and responded with a half-hearted “Ooh-Ra.”

John chuckled. “And cut that false motivation shit out.”

“False motivation is still motivation, sir.” Sergeant Patrick countered.

"Yeah, Yeah. Just come back in one piece. Don’t make me come looking for you.”

“Semper Fi, sir”

The two squads started to move out in a tactical column formation, and John headed back to the lead vehicle to link back up with the others.

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The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

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The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

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The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Name: 1LT John Hartstock
Age: 27

Appearance:

Gender: Male

Family: Wife Candice (Deceased) and son Brett (age 6)

Personality: Friendly and Kind but stern when needed. He has a good head on his shoulders and always tries to make the best decision
even when the situation seems bleak.

Bio: 1LT John Hartstock grew up in San Diego, California, finished college and went straight to the Marine Corps OCS (Officer's Candidates School). He completed the course as the honor graduate, and deployed to Afghanistan in support of Operation Enduring Freedom six months later. Since then he has been steadily moving to secure his career in the Marine Corps. A couple of days before the outbreak his wife was killed in a car accident, forcing him to raise his son on his own.

Job Before The Outbreak: Marine

Disability/Fear: After a difficult stint in Afghanistan, John was in multiple firefights and lost a few friends along the way. He has been diagnosed with PTSD but refuses to take medication for it because he views it as weakness. After his wife died, he began to drink.

Weapon of Choice: M-4 carbine rifle, M9 Beretta Pistol, 2 frag grenades, 1 smoke grenade

The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Charred and burning vehicles littered the streets. Dumpsters and trash bins had been turned over and their contents formed makeshift barricades that the trucks had to drive around. Walkers were shambling about in the middle of the road, and on the sidewalks. John’s Humvee made no effort to dodge them, if a walker crossed their path it was immediately flattened by the truck’s sturdy wheels. A little blood would splatter the windshield now and again, and LCPL Sykes would thumb the windshield wipers.

Suddenly, LCPL Sykes slammed on the breaks and the Humvee came to a stop, which in turn stopped the rest of the convoy in its tracks. Directly in front of them were a horde of walkers, likely to be in the hundreds.

John quickly thumbed the hand-mic. “All victors, switch to blackout drive.”

Immediately, the headlights dwindled down to a tiny beam. The Humvees proceeded forward slowly, as to not alert too many of the walkers.
John turned to look at his driver. LCPL Sykes was already putting on his night optics in order to see better.

“We aren’t going to be able to make it too much farther.” John said. “Take a right up here.”

The convoy made a right on West Aviation Road, which narrowed into a residential area. This street created a bottleneck for the convoy and severely restricted movement. But at the time being, John figured it was the only way to go. The convoy raced down Aviation Road in record timing, speeding so fast that houses, apartments, and various other buildings became a blur.

John turned towards his driver. “Alright Sykes, the next road we are looking for is Old Sage Road, and that will take us back to Fallbrook.”

“Roger.”

After blowing through a stoplight, running over several walkers along the way, the convoy made its approach towards Old Sage Road.

“There it is! Turn Left!” John exclaimed.

LCPL Sykes hit the brakes just long enough to keep the Humvee steady as he cut the wheel left and made the sharp turn onto Old Sage Road. This street proved to be just as narrow as the last one, with cars blocking most of the roadway. Cars were blocking the street, which prompted John to tell Sykes to pull over to the right and drive along the sidewalk.

The Blue Force Tracker displayed the convoy’s current location, and indicated that the six humvees were only a couple more blocks from reaching Fallbrook Street. The BFT came with a messaging system that John was currently using to communicate with the company commander.

He pulled up the text dialogue box, [“Renegade-16, Renegade-1. Reached Checkpoint 1. New route from Mission Road to Aviation Road. Aviation Road to Old Sage Road. Current location: Old Sage Road moving towards Checkpoint 2.”]

Before he could press send, his concentration was broken by LCPL Sykes yelling in his ear telling him to look forward. Two school buses blocked both sides of the road, and prevented any passage further. John’s Humvee came to a halt.

“All victors this net, Renegade-1, be advised there is an obstruction ahead. We will need to continue on foot from here.”

John disconnected the radio from its position in the truck, placed it inside his rucksack, and dismounted the vehicle.

The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

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