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A few feet away, A woman could be seen fighting off two of the walkers with a backpack. She defensively shuffled to the side, as to not get backed into a corner. Lt. John Hartstock saw that it was his wife’s friend Tracy, but his son was not with her.
John took aim and fired two carefully aimed shots into the heads of the two walkers attacking the woman. Pink mist filled the air and the walkers fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Tracy looked up and met John’s stern gaze.
“Where’s my son!” John growled.
Tracy’s eyes were wide with excitement. “The Marines took him and put him the helicopter. I knew he would be safer with them.”
John shifted his gaze to the last remaining Super Stallion. Its rotors were already spinning violently, and the last of the Marines could be seen running up the loading ramp. John shot out at a full-on sprint towards the aircraft, frantically waving his hands in the air as he ran.
“Hey! Wait! My son’s in there!” John screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the deafening WUP WUP WUP of the rotors. Before he could get any closer, the Stallion took off and lifted up into the night sky. John’s heart sank. He lowered his hands and dropped to his knees in absolute frustration and anguish. Gunnery Sergeant Shull caught up and knelt down beside him. Screams of the remaining civilians could be heard from behind them, in addition to the mad howls and roars of the walkers.
“Sir, we need to move. Come on, get up.” The Gunny helped John to his feet and placed his arm around him. “We’ll find your boy. I promise we will.”
John and Shull made their way back to their Humvee, which wasn’t very hard to find. Private Barns had been busy creating a symphony of destruction with the .50 caliber machine gun mounted on top of the vehicle. The Humvee rocked back and forth to the recoil of the gun. Barns was having a good time.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!
“Yeah! Get some! Motherfu---“ BLAM “…ckers!” BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! “Woooo!” Barns exclaimed. This was the most John had ever heard him speak.
Upon their return, John and the Gunny jumped back in the Humvee and hurriedly slammed the doors behind them. Sykes hit the gas and the Humvee started to move. As their Humvee coasted forward, a woman darted in front of the vehicle and desperately held her hands out to try to stop them. It was Tracy. She was so bruised and bloodied, it was obvious that she had been infected.
“Get out of the way!” John yelled from inside the vehicle.
“Please!” Tracy cried, “Let me come with you!”
“There’s no room!” John hollered back.
“Please John!” Tracy limped forward.
At this point the walkers that surrounded them were approaching and getting closer. John looked over to his driver and made eye contact. Sykes tightly gripped the steering wheel and looked back at him anxiously. “Punch it, Sykes!” John ordered. The Humvee bolted forward and rolled over Tracy where she stood. Blood splattered the windshield and her agonizing scream was silenced by the bump of the second wheel.
It was at that moment that John realized something inside of him had changed. The sound of the wheels crushing the body of poor Tracy led John to admit one irrefutable fact about himself. He was going to stop at nothing to find his son and keep him safe.
John took aim and fired two carefully aimed shots into the heads of the two walkers attacking the woman. Pink mist filled the air and the walkers fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Tracy looked up and met John’s stern gaze.
“Where’s my son!” John growled.
Tracy’s eyes were wide with excitement. “The Marines took him and put him the helicopter. I knew he would be safer with them.”
John shifted his gaze to the last remaining Super Stallion. Its rotors were already spinning violently, and the last of the Marines could be seen running up the loading ramp. John shot out at a full-on sprint towards the aircraft, frantically waving his hands in the air as he ran.
“Hey! Wait! My son’s in there!” John screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the deafening WUP WUP WUP of the rotors. Before he could get any closer, the Stallion took off and lifted up into the night sky. John’s heart sank. He lowered his hands and dropped to his knees in absolute frustration and anguish. Gunnery Sergeant Shull caught up and knelt down beside him. Screams of the remaining civilians could be heard from behind them, in addition to the mad howls and roars of the walkers.
“Sir, we need to move. Come on, get up.” The Gunny helped John to his feet and placed his arm around him. “We’ll find your boy. I promise we will.”
John and Shull made their way back to their Humvee, which wasn’t very hard to find. Private Barns had been busy creating a symphony of destruction with the .50 caliber machine gun mounted on top of the vehicle. The Humvee rocked back and forth to the recoil of the gun. Barns was having a good time.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!
“Yeah! Get some! Motherfu---“ BLAM “…ckers!” BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM! “Woooo!” Barns exclaimed. This was the most John had ever heard him speak.
Upon their return, John and the Gunny jumped back in the Humvee and hurriedly slammed the doors behind them. Sykes hit the gas and the Humvee started to move. As their Humvee coasted forward, a woman darted in front of the vehicle and desperately held her hands out to try to stop them. It was Tracy. She was so bruised and bloodied, it was obvious that she had been infected.
“Get out of the way!” John yelled from inside the vehicle.
“Please!” Tracy cried, “Let me come with you!”
“There’s no room!” John hollered back.
“Please John!” Tracy limped forward.
At this point the walkers that surrounded them were approaching and getting closer. John looked over to his driver and made eye contact. Sykes tightly gripped the steering wheel and looked back at him anxiously. “Punch it, Sykes!” John ordered. The Humvee bolted forward and rolled over Tracy where she stood. Blood splattered the windshield and her agonizing scream was silenced by the bump of the second wheel.
It was at that moment that John realized something inside of him had changed. The sound of the wheels crushing the body of poor Tracy led John to admit one irrefutable fact about himself. He was going to stop at nothing to find his son and keep him safe.
Sure that'd be great. I'm just writing about what is going on at Camp Pendleton and how my characters escape.
That would be cool, John is currently trying to find his son so he will be there a while
Posted! Camp Pendleton isn't the best place to be right now ;)
The engine let out a powerful roar as LCPL Sykes slammed harder on the accelerator. Dirt, dust, and other debris kicked up from behind them as they went. John desperately tried to reach his son with his satellite phone, quickly punching in the phone number given to him by Candice’s friend, Tracy. His efforts were answered abruptly by a worthless answering machine. John felt his stomach twist into a knot.
The Humvee barreled past the front gate at Camp Pendleton, which was left wide open. Straggling walkers were busy feasting on the corpses of the guards. The sound of helicopter rotors could be heard close by, which prompted Gunnery Sergeant Shull to tap John on the shoulder.
“Sir do you hear that!” Gunny exclaimed. “Look over to your one o’clock. Those are Super Stallions taking off on the flightline!”
John put down the phone and looked up to see three Super Stallions take off from the flightline a few blocks down the road. As they drove closer, they could see a crowd of civilians hysterically struggling to push past Marines and board the remaining aircraft. John scanned the faces of the crowd, and noticed that there were children among them.
“Stop the truck!” John yelled.
Sykes brought the Humvee to a halt, and John flew out of the passenger door. Gunny Shull was in close pursuit.
“Private Barns, keep your head on a swivel and don’t let anyone near the Humvee!” Gunny called back, as he and John ran towards the crowd.
Barns chambered a round into the .50 cal, which made a distinctive CHAA—CHUUNK sound. Private Williams hopped out of the passenger seat and pulled security on the left side of the vehicle, while LCPL Sykes kept the engine running and ready to go.
When they reached the crowd they noticed that a horde of walkers had reached the flighline, and continued to pour over the barbed-wire fences that surrounded the area. John knew he didn’t have much time. Marines began to abandon their posts and leave the civilians behind. It became a desperate race to the remaining helicopters. John vigorously searched the crowd for his son. The horde of walkers crashed into the civilians and Marines, and began to hungrily tear their bodies apart. John could see walkers pouncing on men, women, and children alike. There was no mercy. He could hear the agonizing screams of little boys and girls helplessly crying for their mothers. He gritted his teeth and kept his rifle close. He could hear Gunny Shull’s footsteps close behind him.
The Humvee barreled past the front gate at Camp Pendleton, which was left wide open. Straggling walkers were busy feasting on the corpses of the guards. The sound of helicopter rotors could be heard close by, which prompted Gunnery Sergeant Shull to tap John on the shoulder.
“Sir do you hear that!” Gunny exclaimed. “Look over to your one o’clock. Those are Super Stallions taking off on the flightline!”
John put down the phone and looked up to see three Super Stallions take off from the flightline a few blocks down the road. As they drove closer, they could see a crowd of civilians hysterically struggling to push past Marines and board the remaining aircraft. John scanned the faces of the crowd, and noticed that there were children among them.
“Stop the truck!” John yelled.
Sykes brought the Humvee to a halt, and John flew out of the passenger door. Gunny Shull was in close pursuit.
“Private Barns, keep your head on a swivel and don’t let anyone near the Humvee!” Gunny called back, as he and John ran towards the crowd.
Barns chambered a round into the .50 cal, which made a distinctive CHAA—CHUUNK sound. Private Williams hopped out of the passenger seat and pulled security on the left side of the vehicle, while LCPL Sykes kept the engine running and ready to go.
When they reached the crowd they noticed that a horde of walkers had reached the flighline, and continued to pour over the barbed-wire fences that surrounded the area. John knew he didn’t have much time. Marines began to abandon their posts and leave the civilians behind. It became a desperate race to the remaining helicopters. John vigorously searched the crowd for his son. The horde of walkers crashed into the civilians and Marines, and began to hungrily tear their bodies apart. John could see walkers pouncing on men, women, and children alike. There was no mercy. He could hear the agonizing screams of little boys and girls helplessly crying for their mothers. He gritted his teeth and kept his rifle close. He could hear Gunny Shull’s footsteps close behind him.
Here's a character sheet for Gunnery Sergeant Thaddeus Shull.
Age: 52
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Family: Wife: Vicky White (Divorced)
Personality: Gunnery Sergeant Shull is a particularly gruff, tough-as-nails individual. This can be partly attributed to his 30 years as a grunt in the Marine Corps Infantry. He is sharp, intelligent, and possesses an unbreakable resolve. His philosophy is "If I can break it, I can win." Despite the disorder and chaos that follows the Zombie Apocalypse, Gunny Shull doesn't really mind it. It gives him an opportunity to kill stuff.
Bio: After his first wife left him in 1984 due to his alcoholic tendencies, Thaddeus joined the Marine Corps in order to start a new life and be a part of something greater than himself. After six years of dedicated service to the Corps...and a few formal reprimands along the way...He reached the rank of Sergeant January 1st, 1991 and was a squad leader during Operation Desert Storm of the Gulf War. Ten years later, he was sent to Afghanistan after the Trade Towers were destroyed in a terrorist attack. In Afghanistan he was a platoon sergeant, and led several missions to capture or destroy Al Qaeda munitions and personnel. A few years later, he was in Iraq and ended up serving three tours there until he was assigned as a platoon sergeant to Alpha Company, first platoon at Camp Pendleton in the summer of 2008. Since then he has had opportunities to move up the ranks and take a position like First Sergeant or even Sergeant Major, but his drinking and his love of confrontation has always prevented him from future success in the Marines. He has always been fine with that though, he has always despised the politics that go with being a higher rank. His second wife, Vicky, left him a few months prior to the outbreak.
Job Before The Outbreak: Marine/Platoon Sergeant.
Disability/Fear: Gunny Shull is an excessive drinker and smoker. Over the years it has slowed his reaction time and gotten him into trouble in the Marine Corps. Shull is also very judgmental at times and it is hard for him to accept newcomers. It is very hard to earn his trust, and because of this he is often the lone wolf in a group and doesn't like to follow. Part of this is because he is so used to training and leading hardened Marines, not to taking orders by people younger than him or with less military experience.
Weapon of Choice: M-4 Carbine, M1911 Pearl Handle .45, combat knife
Age: 52
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Family: Wife: Vicky White (Divorced)
Personality: Gunnery Sergeant Shull is a particularly gruff, tough-as-nails individual. This can be partly attributed to his 30 years as a grunt in the Marine Corps Infantry. He is sharp, intelligent, and possesses an unbreakable resolve. His philosophy is "If I can break it, I can win." Despite the disorder and chaos that follows the Zombie Apocalypse, Gunny Shull doesn't really mind it. It gives him an opportunity to kill stuff.
Bio: After his first wife left him in 1984 due to his alcoholic tendencies, Thaddeus joined the Marine Corps in order to start a new life and be a part of something greater than himself. After six years of dedicated service to the Corps...and a few formal reprimands along the way...He reached the rank of Sergeant January 1st, 1991 and was a squad leader during Operation Desert Storm of the Gulf War. Ten years later, he was sent to Afghanistan after the Trade Towers were destroyed in a terrorist attack. In Afghanistan he was a platoon sergeant, and led several missions to capture or destroy Al Qaeda munitions and personnel. A few years later, he was in Iraq and ended up serving three tours there until he was assigned as a platoon sergeant to Alpha Company, first platoon at Camp Pendleton in the summer of 2008. Since then he has had opportunities to move up the ranks and take a position like First Sergeant or even Sergeant Major, but his drinking and his love of confrontation has always prevented him from future success in the Marines. He has always been fine with that though, he has always despised the politics that go with being a higher rank. His second wife, Vicky, left him a few months prior to the outbreak.
Job Before The Outbreak: Marine/Platoon Sergeant.
Disability/Fear: Gunny Shull is an excessive drinker and smoker. Over the years it has slowed his reaction time and gotten him into trouble in the Marine Corps. Shull is also very judgmental at times and it is hard for him to accept newcomers. It is very hard to earn his trust, and because of this he is often the lone wolf in a group and doesn't like to follow. Part of this is because he is so used to training and leading hardened Marines, not to taking orders by people younger than him or with less military experience.
Weapon of Choice: M-4 Carbine, M1911 Pearl Handle .45, combat knife
John sat down in his seat in the Humvee and removed his helmet. A bead of sweat trickled down from his brow and onto his face. He couldn’t remember when the last time was that he got some decent rest. A week ago, maybe? Two weeks? Ever since everything started he was constantly on the move, leading convoys to and from Camp Pendleton to locate and save any survivors. He hadn’t really had any time to mourn the death of his wife, Candice, who died in a car wreck just days before the outbreak. John removed his helmet and set it on the dash. He wiped the sweat from his brow and rested his head in his palms.
“How’s your boy handling all of this?” Gunny Shull spoke up from the back seat.
John turned around. “Oh. He’s been a real trooper. He’s staying with one of Candice’s friends right now. You know, just until things settle down.”
“You really think things are going to settle down?” Gunny replied.
John shrugged, “I figure mankind has been through worse than this. Influenza, HIV, AIDS, Bubonic Plague. This is all just nature taking its course. The cycle repeats itself, and so on, and so forth.”
Gunny Shull pulled out a pack of Kool menthols and started smoking. “Yeah but the ones who died in the Bubonic Plague didn't come back to life and start eating people. I think we are on the brink of something terrible, and it’s going to get a lot worse.”
A loud beep sounded from the Blue Force Tracker and a message marked URGENT: UNCLASSIFIED popped up on the main screen. John opened the message and skimmed through it.
[“URGENT. CAMP PENDLETON HAS BEEN OVERRUN. ALL OUT-GOING UNITS ARE ORDERED TO RETURN IMMEDIATELY. CAMP PENDLETON IS EVACUATING ALL MILITARY PERSONNEL.”]
“Fuck.” John gasped as he reached for the hand-mic. “All units, this is Renegade-1 Actual, be advised Camp Pendleton is being overrun by walkers, you are to abort mission and return back to the convoy. How copy, over?!”
Gunny Shull spit out his cigarette and lunged forward in excitement. “What?! How the fuck did that happen!”
Distant machine-gun fire could be heard in the distance, and a frantic voice sounded over the radio. “We are in a bad spot sir! There are Walkers everywhere! There’s so many of them, they’ve blocked off our escape. We need fire support now, sir!”
John looked at the Gunny. Their faces were both grim, and each knew what the other was thinking.
“They’re lost, sir. We need to get back to base and find your boy.” Gunny Shull uttered coldly.
John nodded. “Is there anyone in this vehicle who is against what we are about to do?”
Everyone was silent.
“Roger that. Lance Corporal Sykes, turn us around we are heading back.”
The lead Humvee pulled out of line and turned around, heading back the way they came. Sustained machine-gun fire could still be heard in the distance, amidst the terrifying screams sounding from the radio.
“Where the fuck are you!? We need your help! Aaaaagggh! Get it off of me! Aaaaaaggh---“
John flipped the OFF switch, they were on their own now.
“How’s your boy handling all of this?” Gunny Shull spoke up from the back seat.
John turned around. “Oh. He’s been a real trooper. He’s staying with one of Candice’s friends right now. You know, just until things settle down.”
“You really think things are going to settle down?” Gunny replied.
John shrugged, “I figure mankind has been through worse than this. Influenza, HIV, AIDS, Bubonic Plague. This is all just nature taking its course. The cycle repeats itself, and so on, and so forth.”
Gunny Shull pulled out a pack of Kool menthols and started smoking. “Yeah but the ones who died in the Bubonic Plague didn't come back to life and start eating people. I think we are on the brink of something terrible, and it’s going to get a lot worse.”
A loud beep sounded from the Blue Force Tracker and a message marked URGENT: UNCLASSIFIED popped up on the main screen. John opened the message and skimmed through it.
[“URGENT. CAMP PENDLETON HAS BEEN OVERRUN. ALL OUT-GOING UNITS ARE ORDERED TO RETURN IMMEDIATELY. CAMP PENDLETON IS EVACUATING ALL MILITARY PERSONNEL.”]
“Fuck.” John gasped as he reached for the hand-mic. “All units, this is Renegade-1 Actual, be advised Camp Pendleton is being overrun by walkers, you are to abort mission and return back to the convoy. How copy, over?!”
Gunny Shull spit out his cigarette and lunged forward in excitement. “What?! How the fuck did that happen!”
Distant machine-gun fire could be heard in the distance, and a frantic voice sounded over the radio. “We are in a bad spot sir! There are Walkers everywhere! There’s so many of them, they’ve blocked off our escape. We need fire support now, sir!”
John looked at the Gunny. Their faces were both grim, and each knew what the other was thinking.
“They’re lost, sir. We need to get back to base and find your boy.” Gunny Shull uttered coldly.
John nodded. “Is there anyone in this vehicle who is against what we are about to do?”
Everyone was silent.
“Roger that. Lance Corporal Sykes, turn us around we are heading back.”
The lead Humvee pulled out of line and turned around, heading back the way they came. Sustained machine-gun fire could still be heard in the distance, amidst the terrifying screams sounding from the radio.
“Where the fuck are you!? We need your help! Aaaaagggh! Get it off of me! Aaaaaaggh---“
John flipped the OFF switch, they were on their own now.
Wired said
Awesome post Thrills. :D
Thanks! I've been busy but wanted to get one in!
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