The night zombies said Hello

"Ma'am you have your orders, we need to evacuate you from this facility." came the stern orders from a soldier clad in black body armour, standing a feet inches taller than Naomi he was keeping his eye on a the only door that lead into the room in which his charge was in. While standing at a desk Naomi was pouring a deadly cocktail into numerious containers.

"Listen to me, I don't trust the rest of the scientist and we need to get a copy of all the research data in this facility. We have three stops, first we need to get to the armoury or we won't stand a chance in escaping no matter what. Second of all we need to set the self destruct on the facility so that any evidance is erased in its destruction and thirdly we need to get to the main computer and get a copy all the research data. I have already set the third in motion as it is copying the files as we speak to a external hard drive. However." it was then that she was interupted.

"SIR THEY ARE COMMING LOCK THE DOORS" as three more black clad soldiers dived into the room the large steel doors slammed shut only moments later to here the battering of rotten flesh against it.

"MOVE" cried Naomi as she launched a sealed container at the door. As the glass container smashed against the door the liquid started to melt the door but in seconds it stopped. On closer inspection the door now appeared to be weld shut. "Listen I am your commanding officer you are following me. Now gear up we are taking the vents" she ordered as she slipped a magizine into her FN's FNP-45.





"Hey, can you put on that song. You know that `A song of storm and fire` I want to get some training done before we decide to call it a night" she shouted to the only other person in the bar with her as she pulled on her white glove that she wore while training.

However, before the song could come on a loud buzzing sound came from her moblie phone that sat on the bar top. Walking casually over to it she picked it up to find that it was a message instead of a phone call. Almost dropping the phone when she read who it was from she raced over to her partner.

"Gear up, there has been an incident, we have to retrieve a agent she is of top priority. And we will be leave this city tonight extraction teams will be here in the hour to take this place apart." she said before turning to go get herself ready.

"And make sure you go to the toilet before we leave" she jested

“Ok, sure”

The man took the advice and shortly afterwards came back to the main bar area.

“So what’s going on down at Rose?”

The man was checking his derringer.

“Are we talking soft targets or armored?”

The man was now inspecting the varying barrels for his gun.

"You pull that vent grill off while I finish this" she said as she pulled out the detonation device of a C4 from one of her arm escorts. Attacking it to the Glass container she began to ruffly tape it up together making a makeshift bomb. Raising her head she heard the grill crashing down onthe floor.

Informing the one that was to be last to enter the vent to set that up behind him she then moved and made her way to climb the vent. Pulling up the tight skirt that she wore so that it would not hinder her movements she got a lift up to the vent followed by a little laughter. "Hey stop looking up my skirt" she said as she began to shuffle though the vent.

After a good amount of time she finally dropped down from the vent into an empty corridor. Holding her gun up she waited for her escort to drop down and guard her as they made there way through the underground complex.

"Ma'am please, we don't have time for this." protested one of the guards, turning to face him she pulled up the visor to look at his face. He was a handsome fellow, with bright blue eyes and she could see the hint of blond hair from the inside of his helmet. Moving close she whispered quietly it quickly resulted in the man stiffening quickly. Then just as she began to pull back she gently pressed her soft lips against the slightly exposed cheek before she pulled down his visor.

Satisfied they began to move out.





"Personally I would bring every type of ammo you have got. This is what we have to do." she said as she picked up a laptop that had been lying near at the bar. Pulling up a virtual map of the city she indecated where they where.

"This is the intel that I have got, a number of hours ago patients at the local hospital started to display very strange symptions. Not long after that these same patients started to riot and attack everyone that they came in contact with. Since then they have exited the hospital and everyone that they have attack then began to display the same symptions right down to them starting to riot. We do not know if this is a viral pathogin but it appears for the moment that this plague can only be transmitted via contact with any of these creatures. That must mean skin contact or infection of the blood."

"We however need to enter the hotzone, and work our way down to the basement where we can gain entry to a secret research facility that was one of our agents had managed to successful break into. Now we cannot roam the streets and therefore we are going to take the roof tops" it was then that she pulled out to grappling guns.

"Travelling this way will mean we do not have to combat any of these strange infected people till we reach the hospital. While our primary objective is to rescue the scientist we have also been order to take any unifected with us. The reason behind this is that the government has taken military action. Personally i think they have been watch to many horror movies but they are sealing of the city. The Rose Corp. is however, taking action send a number of small teams disguised as the military to secure and extract anyone that is not infected."

"Now did you go to the toilet...have you eaten." she asked as he started to make her way to the kitchen

“Soft targets, this reminds of something, something to do with the number 28”

The man swapped the 9mm bore barrel for a 210. Bore.

“food? Were in a pub”

The man reach behind the bar and grabbed a display box of peanuts and emptied it into one of his many pockets on his large brown overcoat.

Then repeated with the crisps.

“Done!”

The man wrenched open the back door to the door and skipped up the steps into the gloom.

“You there?”

The city stretched out before him, who knows what the residents of London where going to wake up too, if they did at all.

Running down the street, Joey switched over to the sidewalks. He wasnt familler with the streets of England what so ever, so it was all a hole without a map. His C7 was strapped onto his back, and his .45 was pointed forward as his defense against the undead which walked the street. He still had no clue what was going on, or why everyone turned into zombies to speak, but caring wasnt his strongest point. Joey just wanted to get out of city. A womans scream filled the air, it came from a nearby conveince store. Joey bolted towards, just dodging around any of the infected that got in his way. They were all slow, and Joey made his was inside safely in a matter of minuits.

"Hey! Is anyone alive in here?! Hello? Somebody please answer!"

Just than, the screaming woman that bolted out from behind the cashier table, and grabbed Joeys shoulder. He pulled out his knife, and drove it into her face, then kicked the corpse backwards. She just got back up, and then flung herself towards him again. Joey shot two rounds knocking her back, and then looked behind him. Two more surrounded from both sides now. Unloading precises shots with his .45 into the zombies, they fell, and he was safe. Bending down over the last one that fell, he stuck the barrel in its mouth, and then blew its brains out of the backside of his head after raising it upwards, matting chunks and blood onto a window behind.

Joey reloaded his .45 and went to the back, grabbing a cola from the now warm fridge. He put his .45 away, and then popped open the top with his knife, and chugged it back. The calories were great, he hasnt had much in the last day. Joey held his knife in his right hand, and dropped the can onto to the floor, crushing it with his foot. Walking out of the store, he had seen a building far down the street. It looked to be clear of any undead around, perfect for protection, or at lease for a little while. Joey bolted down the street with his knife in his hand, still ducking under fallen debris that covered the streets. Arriving at the building, he realized it was a club, judging by the front. Slowely putting away his knife, and pulled out his sidearm, and manuvering his away around to the front door. In a few quick movements, he kicked open the door, strafed inside, then locked it behind him. Checking around, Joey called out to anyone that may have been using this place aswell.

"Is anyone here...? Im clean, just looking to get off the streets..."