My Town

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Nobody knows where they came from, or how they came to be. It was the walking death, or better known as the Zombie Plague. It was transferred by blood, or saliva, had a one hundred percent infection rate and was one hundred percent fatal. The first reports of infection came from South America. Before those nations went dead, they reported mass groups of the walking dead that had overcome entire military units. The Mexican Army attempted to seal it's souther borders, with help from the U.S. It was successful, for a while. But by then refugees from the southernmost part of the continent had brought the disease into Asia, Europe, and Africa, where close conditions and failing medical quarantine procedures allowed it to spread almost instantaneously. Then it was brought into the U.S. The President, under advisement from his cabinet and military commanders, immediately mobilized all reserve and National Guard units and sent them out into the field to assist law enforcement and emergency services. At first the disease seemed to be contained, until a mass outbreak in Chicago wiped out the entire city's population. The virus began to spread quickly, far too quickly for the CDC to stop it's advancement. Soon, Civil Defense Teams were formed and sent out to assist the military in securing the streets.

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The Soldier

Sean Collins, Specialist, U.S. Army National Guard, moved through the streets of his hometown of Houma, Louisiana. It had been days since the initial outbreak in town, and though the infected were quarantined, more kept popping up. Around him, the members of his Civil Defense Team knocked on doors, checking with people, making sure there weren't any infected in their homes. Most people invited them in to make sure that none were being hidden; some families kept infected members locked up, which was strictly prohibited. They just couldn't let go of the fact that once infected, they weren't your friends or family. They were intent on killing you for food. The few that didn't allow the CDT members inside were noted. Later on that day, an Army Collection Team would visit them and if need be, enter the house by force. The CDC and the Army weren't taking any chances.

"Specialist. Here's the list. " said Diane Callahan, one of his CDT's. He took the list; four houses that refused to allow his people to inspect.

"Thanks. Let's get to the rally point and get back to the station. " he said. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wear any body armor, at least, not the heavy crap he'd worn in Iraq on his last tour. It was supposed to be 'lightweight and durable'. Bullshit; that armor made the wearer a walking target, unless he was a steroid freak, of course. It weighed in at about forty pounds, with six or seven magazines, plus first aid kit, plus whatever other mission essential gear the chain of command deemed necessary. Oh sure, it would stop a 7.62 cold, no doubt about it, but it also made you an easier target to hit because it slowed you down. Real smart of the army, trading speed for stopping power. He sighed; why complain when you ain't gotta wear it. He led his people back to the old Deuce and a Half truck that was taking them back home, to their station.