Eddies footsteps rang out on the cold stone staircase. He descended about 6 metres, finding himself in a wide and expansive wine cellar. The room was a shambles. Bodies lay strewn about, many were missing limbs. Others still had gunshot wounds to their heads. The latter bodies seemed to have committed suicide, seeing as they were carrying pistols. They were one or two days old and the dank cellar was starting to decompose some of the bodies. As he looked around for a light switch of some sort, he heard a quiet whimpering from somewhere nearby. Gripping his assault rifle and torch tighter, he homed in on the noise. His flashlight was casting an eerie light across the corpses he walked past, trying to locate the still living person.
Finally, he closed in on a pile of three or four corpses. The sound was definitely coming from beneath. Thinking it better to be cautious, he called out,
“Hello? I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not one of those…things.”
There was no reply. Instead, the whimpering stopped, suddenly aware of his presence in the cellar.
“I know you’re there. Come out, I’m not going to hurt you.”
A muffled voice whispered back,
“Quiet! He’ll hear you!”
“Who….?” He began but was cut off by a scream of rage behind him. Eddie turned just in time to see a dishevelled balding man in a torn vest running at him with a fire axe. He swung just as Eddie instinctively raised the flashlight to defend himself. The axe ripped right through the only source of light in the room, bathing them in darkness. As Eddie waited for the follow through…none came. Before he could think the man had simply disappeared he heard a low chuckling from nearby.
“Nearly got me, didn’t you? Well I know when someone’s tainted with the sickness that’s plaguing our streets, and mister, you’ve got it all over.”
From the direction of his voice he was circling Price. Too bad he couldn’t just shoot the bastard. But, as it was, he couldn’t see 1 metre in front of himself.
“I’ve got to protect my congregation.” The man said from somewhere to Price’s left.
Eddie turned to where the pile of bodies had been.
“Whoever’s underneath that lot, stay down.”
As he readied his gun to fire all around him, the lights burst on. The sudden light momentarily blinded him, giving his assailant time to move in. He was slightly behind Price, and was already bringing the axe down when Eddie turned. Simultaneously trying to fire the rifle one handed and spin out of way in time, he just about managed to fire off a burst before the axe head buried itself in his leg. Fortunately, the bullets struck home as well; ripping into the man’s chest and blowing him back.
The axe stayed stuck in Eddie’s thigh as he fell, screaming. He’d been shot before, but this? This hurt a helluva lot more. As his screams started to quieten and he began to loose consciousness, the other living person in the cellar stepped out from their hiding place. As they drew closer to him, Eddie saw she was a young woman, maybe 25, with short brown hair and a kitchen knife held loosely in her hand. She’s probably gonna finish the job, Eddie thought as she drew level with him and crouched down.
“What…can I do?” She stammered looking over his wound.
“……Chester….upstairs…..help.” As he finally blacked out.

Chester Put his note pad downa nd looked at the chemical he just made.
He looked at it like he didn't know what it was like he was Confused and Dazed at the fact that such a chemical could be created with A simple mix of Demolition chemicals. He put everything downa nd walked over to a bar stool were his Remmington lay.
Chester new he was a little Tipsy but he thought id rather be Drunk in Armed then Sober and Dead.
He slung the Shotgun over his head and his Hat Came off bending over to pick it up he could hear someone talking.
He put his ear to the floor and Listened He could her a Women Wimpering and Man Not Price Talking. He couldn't Quite make out what he was saying but he sounded Hostile Chester rose to his feet.
Bullets started coming through the Floor Just Missing him.
Looking around at what happened he could Hear what sound like Price Moaning in Agony.
Making sure he wasn't hit anywhere he start moving towards the Cellar door. In the Corner of his eye Caught his Botle of Chemicals Hit the floor froma ricochey Shot.
Chester Watched in Agony as it covered the Dirty Wooden floor.
"Son of a Bitch!" Chester Yelled.
He crawled over to it and was trying to Recover what was lost.
He sat on the floor and held the Remmington out infront of him aiming at the cellar door.
"Shit shit shit shit shit. I had the cure right there in my hands. I could of saved the world or this Pathetic City. Shit!" Chester Said to himself
He banged his head againest the wall he was sitting Against when he could hear footsteps coming from the cellar door. He Shouldered the shotgun and waited.
When the doors opened it was a women her face covered with tears and blood.
"Are you----
Chester Shot her right in the face Kicking her off her feet into mid air back down the stairs.


"Oh shit shit shit. This is just my Fucking day. I kill a Innocent Women My Teams dead nd i lost the Cure Shit!"

He ran down the staircase and saw the women Mangled at the bottom of the stairs and looked over to the middle of the room and saw Price with a Man Laying in between to Wine Kegs.

Chester Ran over to Price when he Say the Axe Stuck in his leg.

"Holy shit Price what the fuck Happened."
Trying to wake Prioce from His UnConsiousness he grabbed Nearby Towels and Pulled the Axe from his leg it was deep about 2 inchs in.
He was going to Bleed out if he didnt get help soon. He pulled the axe out of his leg and Wrapped the Towles around the Wound and Tied it hopefully the Bleeding might stop.

He put his arm around his Shoulder and walked Out of the Cellar.
Chester Layed Price Againest a wall and Grabbed Some stiching Untensiles and Started working away at his wound.
Chester Wondered in his mind what if Price Died right here he'd be the last one of his squad all alone in the Forskaen City.
"No."Thought Chester. "He wont die Not if I can Help it."

Kenneth and his group had been clearing out the horde of zombies surrounding the building, using a handfull of grenades and picking off the straglers with semi-auto fire. O'Conner's squad still hadnt shown up, but they decided to start and head for the checkpoint, down the ally.

Burnt corpses were strown about, more then likely from the grenades, and limbs littered the street.

Korminov: Well we sure made a mess of this place...

Kenneth: No kidding, alright people stay alert, i dont want any fuck-ups, weve already lost a man.

We began moving through the dark ally, flashlights on, scanning the walls and corners. Few of the zombie-people were walking about, but not enough to make a problem. We got back to the main checkpoint, but something was wrong. We couldnt see anyone alive on the roof, and someone was half-hanging over the edge, lifeless, and blood dripping down from his body.

Wenser: Oh shit, thats not them is it!?

Just as he finished talking, O'Conner and 2 other men came out of the building, seeming fine. We ran over to them.

Kenneth: Sarge! What the hell happend up there?

O'Conner: There dead. Something got them, but i dont know what it was. Theres no bite marks, and their bodys have huge cuts and scratchs on them.

Kenneth: Dammit.

O'conner: We found extra ammo, the situation calls for it.

One of the men with him began distributing it to us.

Kenneth: Well sir, what now?

O'Conner: Theres a church not too far from here, they should have sturdy doors and we can use pues to barricade the doors for the night.

Kenneth: Alright, lead the way.

We began moving to the church, and i began wondering what else lurked in the city besides the zombie-people.

Price reopened his eyes. He felt numb all over, but there was no pain. Slowly looking around him, he saw he was back in the bar. His leg was wrapped in bloodied towels, and, jutting just above the makeshift bandages, were fresh stitches. Chester had been working on him it seemed. Where was he? And where was that woman? Price tried to stand, and although he didn’t put any weight on the leg, he couldn’t manage it, falling back down again.
He sighed, exasperated, before noticing for the first time, a body near the cellar door. Was it Chester? Or the girl? He could barely make them out. It was difficult for him to concentrate. Probably the blood loss. He crawled over to the body, using only his good leg. Reaching the body, he saw it was the girl. Well, he thought it was the girl. Her face was a tangled mess of bloodied flesh. Had Chester done this? He had a shotgun after all.
Looking for ID, Price rummaged through the girl’s jean pockets. He pulled out a small notepad. It was full. She seemed to have used it as a makeshift diary. Price didn’t want to invoke her privacy, but he wanted to know what the hell had happened in that cellar.

Scanning through the first few pages about her private life, he reached an entry from two days ago, the 24th.
“Mum and Dad are getting worried. There were another three murders last night; one of them was just three blocks from our house. Dad wants to stay with Aunt Sarah in Quebec, but Mom doesn’t want to leave. She keeps saying it’ll get better, everyone is just getting overexcited.”

A second entry was from later that day.
"Mum and Dad made their mind up. We’re going to go to Aunt Sarah’s. They’re telling the kids that its just a vacation, but I know better. Not that I’m complaining, I want to get out of this city tonight. I heard Dad saying he wants to bring his gun, mom just started to cry.”

A third entry was probably taken around the same time Price had been headed out to his local bar.
“We tried to get out, we weren’t the only ones. We were about three miles from the city limits when we hit a traffic jam. We were sitting there for about two hours before something happened up ahead. People were running towards us, heading back into the city. They were climbing over people’s cars. Dad said we’d better get out of the car. We followed a big group here to this bar; we’re hiding down in the cellar. No ones talking. Some people are bleeding.”

The last entry was from early yesterday morning.
“Pastor Steven is down here as well; he seems…different. Keeps mumbling to himself that we need to purge ourselves of the disease. Some of the others are starting to act strangely, talking to their friends and families about the best way to kill themselves. Dad never liked Pastor Steven. They were arguing. I think dad wants to leave, but Steven won’t let him. Dad’s not the only one who wants to leave. Dad still has his gun, Steven can’t stop us all.”
Price could guess what had happened next. His leg was starting to ache. Pretty soon it would build up to a burning sensation before the pain started. He crawled back over to the bar, managing to reach a bottle of rum from the counter. He had no other painkillers.

Chester walked though the open doorway and saw Price sitting up beside the counter drinking rum from the bottle.
"Price you okay thats a pretty nasty Scratch." Said Chester
"Haha *sight* Yes it is Chester Yes it is." Price said with Some agony
"How are you holding up you lost a ton of blood it was all i could do to stop it."
"I think im going to be fine a little light headed and my Leg well you could Probable guess how that feels."
"Like someone Put an Axe in it?"
"I didn't know you were a funny Guy Mr.Jones. By the way what happened to the girl i thought she could help us but well shes dead."
"My Apologizes i heard the gunfire and didn't know what was going. I Drank a littel to much and saw the girl with blood around her mouth."
"And you shot her." Price Interrupted.
"Yea Pretty Much."
"Well its good to know you can defend yourself Chester. And its good to know that if i wasnt injured you might of shot me in the face."

They Laughed and Chester Walked over to Prices Leg and Examined the Bloody towels. He pulled them off and looked at the Stiching job. It could use some work but it will do fine until the morning.

"Got any ideas Mr.Jones?" Price Asked.
"Yea i have been thinking about it i was just outside looking to see if i could find and corner stores or Pharmacies. Theres a Pharmacy We about 4 Blocks down Surprisling there wasn't alot of Zombies around must of been a meeting or soemthing going on."
"Good good. Well Chester if you want to go I think i can hold up."
"Alright Ill most likely be a Half an hour unless i get into some trouble. Don't worry about me. if i dont come back im sure you knwo what to do after all you are The Leader."
"Good Luck Chester, Gods Speed."
"Hope you can Walk in the Morning 'cuse your Bitch To Carry.

When he came too, he saw that stuzmen was dead,a pool of blood running from his mouth daow and around his head. Patterson and the others were nowhere in sight. As he went to stand up, he felt a sharp pain. He knew his leg was broken,but he ingored it and took his shotgun. he kicked the door of the van and saw he was clearly outnumbered. He saw a liquor store across the store.He quickly hobbled his way to the store.Once he made it in, he quickly locked and barricaded the door as best as he could. He grabed a bottle of vodka and fell on his ass. he was hurt pretty bad, liquor was his cloest ally for now. He poped open the top and and said

"Cheers"

Somewhere downtown.......

.......Patterson was running down allyways and popping domes with his M4 and Sig.He was scared out of his mind and had nowhere to go. as he preceded to run by a resraunt, a arm from the shadows suddenly pulled him into the dark building. Patterson wanted to scream but the mysterious figure covered his mout and sushed him. When he was let go of,he turned around and met his new mysterious friend. The man's facial features were hidden from his ski mask and helment. He was wearing a tactial vest with the letters "R.P.D." on the front. He appeared to be SWAT.

Chester headed out the front door, leaving Price to himself once more in the bar. If he refrained from moving, the pain in his leg seemed to lessen. He got to thinking about Chester. He was certainly taking a huge risk out there. Maybe it would have been better for Price to stay behind whilst his subordinate made a run for the outskirts. Price would only slow him down now.

His gaze shifted to the girl in the corner; Chester had lifted her out of the cellar earlier. It seemed unfair that she had survived the hell down below only to be killed by Chester. At least it had been quick. She must've been the first person he's killed, Price thought. He knew what that felt like. The boy would probably be wracked with quilt.

He looked over at the girl again. He felt bad about just leaving her lying there, so unbuttoned his jacket and took off his load bearing vest. He crawled over to here, careful not to use his injured leg nor drag it over anything on the floor. He took his jacket off, laying it on top of the girl's face. It seemed more respectful, he thought.

After crawling back to his equipment and putting the vest back on on top of his t-shirt, he checked the rest of his stuff. His beret was stuffed into the back pocket as before; his pistol was still holstered safely by his uninjured leg. There was only one grenade left tucked into his vest; the rest having fallen out in the crash presumably. He still had two spare clips for both his pistol and assault rifle, plus the clips already in the weapons; bringing is ammo total to 84 rounds for his assault rifle and 36 for his pistol. Not much, he realised grimly.

There was nothing else left to do but wait, and hope Chester got back ok.

Chester Was about 2 Blocks away From The Pharmacy. Being very careful to Watch his step and to watch the corners he made his way to Morgan St very Succsessfully. He Crouched over to the Window to the Pharmacy and noticd a Light. Not bright as a Light bulb but a dim Candle Light.

"Someone Must be in there." Chester Thought as He Pumped His Shotgun.

It was Louder then he Expected and he heard movement inside the building.
Slowing Peaking over he could see bodies astrew on the floor and surrounded by the faint light of the candle. His eyes fixed on the Burning flame something caught his attention behind the counter.

"Hello? Is anyone in there."
No Reply.

Chester sat there for a second Attaching a Flashlight to the end of his Shotgun. He stood Up fast and shone the flashlight into the window. A face was right ion his face and Chester Stepped back with shock.

The face was lifless Chester looked with Grotesque and opened the door aiming at the Counter.

"Hello, Is there someone there. Im not Infected Im looking for help."

A Lady Stood Up from the Counter Chester was Aiming at. She was Holding her arm.

"Maam, Are you alright?"
She didn't saying just looked into Chester eyes and gave a chilling stare.

"Maam, Im a Medical Officer i Can help you with that wound Can you let me see it?"
She Lowered her arm and blood started to pour out of it from what Chester saw it looked as if she was Biten and a pretty nasty Bite at that.

Chester Looked through the Assortment of Pills and Medicines on the wall behind her. The room was dark and if it wasn't for the Flashlight he wouldn't be able to see the lady standing right in front of him. He turned around and looked at the ground at the Bodies that littered the floor.
He turned to look back at the Lady and could see an arm coming out from behind her.

"Maam is there someone here with you?"

She Nodded Nervously.
He then saw a face come out of the door that was behind her and take another bite out of her neck.
Chester didn't Hesitate he Fired 3 Rounds Into both of them Leaving nothing but Mush on the ground.
Chester Moved Quickly Grabbing what Essentials were needed.
Painkillers and Linen Bandages to Food and Water. He looted all he could from the Building and Left Not looking back.
On the way back to Bar he went the same Direction but noticed a Pile up of zombies coming towards him from 3 Blocks Down.

"Shit they must of heard the shots."

Quickly Chester cut through allayes and Fences and stopped to see where the zombies were.he was Too Allyways down from the Mainstreet they were coming from and Moving slow he Should be able to get around them No problem.

Making his way through the Allyways he noticed a Barrel of Fire and a man Stabding Warming his Hands.
Knowing that Zombies wouldn't Try to get warm he walked over.
The man was wearing a Shirt and Tie a worker Class Civillian.
There was blood Strawn about his shirt but he didn't seem to be bleeding.
Chester walked over and put his hand on his shoulder Almost giving the Man a Heart Attack.
"Hello My Name is Chester Jones what are you doing out here?"
"What does it look like Bud im getting warm."
"I mean theres Zombies Running around everywhere should you be trying to leave the city?"
"Zombies Know such thing Never thought someone would be so Dence as to think that would be Possible.
Knowing the Guy must have some Anxiety Chester asked him if he would come with him to the bar Price was sitting at.
The man Refused Politely and went and layed in a Carboard make shift House.

Chester got onto the Main Road now seeing his Destination only a couple hundred feet or two and hes back safe inside a building walls.
Running down the middle of raod dodging Flaming cars he looked down the right side of the street and noticed Gun shots. and lots of Zombies.
He turned and Noticed the Zombies That were Heading for where his Gunshots wee Changed Direction.
One spotted him and Started Making a Break for it.
Chester Started to run. He tripped over a Open Manhole Cover and Feel Flat on his face.

Price sat up on hearing the gunshots. They seemed close. Chester perhaps? He thought. No, it sounded like automatic fire. Survivors from another platoon? Possibly. He slowly crawled to the bar's entrance, leaving his assault rifle propped up in the far side of the room.

Price used the door handle to haul himself to his feet, careful not to put any weight on his leg. He cautiously unlocked the door, peered out, and started to climb the steps to street level. It was hard work, he couldn't put weight on his leg, nor could he hang on anything to keep his balance. Price was forced to practically crawl up the steps, dragging his leg behind him.

Just before the last step he felt a searing pan in his leg; the stitches had unraveled and blood was seeping out through the freshly opened wound. Using one hand to put pressure on the leg, he climbed the last step, peering out along the street. He could still hear the shots, but it was someway off to his right. There was no way he could make it that far in his condition.

New shots were fired off to his left, much closer this time. An it sounded like a shotgun. It was probably Chester, and what the hell was he shooting at? Chester bounded around the corner, looking behind him and thus failed to see the open manhole in front of him. He fell flat on his face. He was soon follpowed around the corner by three of those things. Price fumbled with his pistol, trying to get it out of his holster. He could see Chester starting to come to when he opened fire. The first shot missed, the second hit one of the monsters in the arm, tipping it off balance but seemingly not injuring it. The other two closed in as Chester scrambled to his feet again.

Chester Stumbling to his Feet Shot out the Zombies Legs infront of him Throwing him Back Due to the Recoil. He Press the Trigger on His Remmington But all he Could hear was a Clicking noise. Confused at first Chester then Relized what had Happened.

"Oh Shit."

A Zombie Lurched Forward as if out of nowhere and Chester took his Feet and the Zombie Flew over his head. Chester Reached for Pistol, Cocked it and fired twice into the Limp Zombie. Chester started to run towards the Bar Entrance and he saw Price Laying there. There was another Intersection Chester Had to Cross till Price was in Range of Firing.
Chester Looked back and a Couple of Zombies Broke from the Herd.
When he was crossing the Intersection he Noticed Gun fire Coming from his Right side just down the Street.
More Survivours he thought?
His First Priority was to help Price. He Holstered his Pistol to help up Price and he Carried Him down Stairsand Set up sitting on a the wall facing the Entrance.
Chester Scrambled looking for things to Barricade the door. He grabbed a Couple of Tables and Set them up just as he could hear the Zombie Moans he started to Reload his Shotgun. He sat Next to Price.
"Did... You Get the Stuff..." Price said in Agony.
"There wasn't Much I grabbed Some pain Pills and Better Bandages." Chester said as he looked at Price and it was Bleeding.
"Did the Stiching's Come out?" Chester Asked in Concern.
"Yea But *sigh* Ill be fine."

Zombies Head Bashed through the Door and already had a Bullet In its Forehead.
"Holy Shit" Chester said in Amazment.

More and More zombies were flooding the Stairs.
Price took one of his Last Frags and Handed it to Chester.

"Pull the pin and put it in the hole."

Chester looked at it for a Moment and closed his eyes. He could see the Expolsion in his Head that Killed His Co-Workers.

Chester pulled the Pin and threw it from where he was standing.
Price Widened his Eyes and was about to get up to hide as the frag went through the hole bursted.