So, I had nothing to do, and decided to give story writing a try. Now, this is not something I usually do, so I can't guarantee a high quality, nor can I guarantee that I will actually get around to continue it. We'll see. Either way, here's what I've written so far.
Dead Men Walking
Joe stared at the city in the distance, as it was slowly getting closer. From so far away it was hard to believe that this is where one of the biggest tragedies in the history of mankind was happening at this very moment. The entire city was dead, and it all happened over just a few days. Everyone was dead. Unfortunately, that didn't stop them from walking around. Officially, they were called "the Infected", but they were more often referred to as zombies. Joe looked around at the other soldiers in the helicopter. The veterans looked completely unemotional, but the new recruits were nervous, maybe even scared. Not Joe, though. He was looking forward to the mission. He had family in the city before the disaster. He couldn't wait for a chance to avenge them.
The recruit next to him must have found this odd, because he asked, "You realize that we might all die down there, right?". "As long as I take a bunch of those Infected bastards with me, I'll die happy." Joe answered. "Are you retarded or something?" the other recruit asked. "I don't know about you, but I like to live." Joe grabbed his rifle as he replied, "Those bastards killed my family. All I want's revenge." The other recruit shook his head and sighed. "Now I know you're retarded. Don't you realize that the Infected aren't responsible for killing the citizens. They ARE the citizens," he said, with a trembling voice. Joe was left speechless. Of course he knew that the disease was contagious, that was common knowledge, he had just never realized the fact that the Infected were, and who knows, maybe still are, the people who lived in the city. His childhood friends, his old neighbours, they could all be Infected right now. Maybe even his family? His confidence and determination washed away. He no longer looked forward to the mission. His face turned pale and his hands began to shake as he wondered if his family was Infected right now. And even worse, if he would have to courage to pull the trigger if he ran into them.
He was so deep in thought he didn't realize that they were getting close to the city. "Listen up, soldiers! We will be arriving in the city shortly!" the Sergeant yelled. "I'd suggest that you get ready immediately, because when this helicopters lands, you're getting off ASAP whether you're ready or not! Private Eastland, are you listening?!" He yelled the last sentence so loud, Joe almost jumped off his seat. "S-sir, yes sir!" Joe yelled back. "I need everyone to stay focused out there!" the Sergeant yelled just inches away from Joe's face. "Don't get me wrong, I couldn't care less if you got yourself killed, but if you're turned into an Infected, then that's one more Infected I'll have to kill!" Joe looked back at the commander, trying in vain to look confident. The commander finally backed off, and resumed the mission briefing. "Now, we're here to make sure those freaks don't get out of this city! To do that, we will need to seal off all exits! We will split up in two teams, Alpha and Beta, team Alpha will follow me to the bridge, team Beta will follow Corporal Johnson to the subway! When we get there we will plant these charges of C4! After the objective is complete, you return to the drop-off point! Any questions?!" The recruit next to Joe raised his hand. "Speak up, soldier!" the Sergeant yelled. "This isn't kindergarten!" "What if we find survivors?" he asked. "For all we know, this virus could be airborne. We can not take any chances," the Sergeant said. "All threats must be eliminated." "You want us to shoot them?!" the recruit yelled. "And the same thing will happen to any one of you who come back with an open wound or without a gas mask! So don't fuck up out there!" The Sergeant was furious. Even more than usual. Joe wondered if this was because of the other recruit's lack of discipline, or because of the order he had to give. Finally, the silence was broken by the pilot. "ETA, 4 minutes. You'd better get ready."
