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Survivor's Fears

A Blackhawk helicopter flew over the tall skyscrapers of present day New York City. The tall behemoths of buildings stood towering over the landscape, casting an eerie shadow. Glass was knocked out of the skyscrapers, and makeshift signs laid hanging on, or bellow the giant hole where the glass used to be. The signs read, "God help us all." Or simply "Please help."

The large TVs that were part of the main square lay dormant, and lifeless. A blood trail lined the streets, the red liquid reflecting in the sunlight that was blocked out by pollution. The once busy square that had cars going from to and fro now was a scrap yard for said cars. Everything had a quiet, but not the good kind of quiet. It had an evil about it.

A newspaper with the title in bold with an underline said, "Infected attack New York. New York Stock Exchange evacuated. Stocks crumble soon after words." Flew by in the wind. Then a rasping sound flew across New York, a sound so cruel that it would feel as if the world stopped, and your heart beating could be the only thing you could hear. A limping fox walked out of a boarded up house with a torn white tee shirt, and blood on his jeans. Its eyes were rolled back in its head, and small studs were where its teeth used to be. It looked like it rolled out of a child's nightmare. The fox outstretched its hand, and let out a moan, attracting others.

More of its "brothers" walked out of the house, each with their hands raised, waiting for a next meal. In the distance, a female Marten walked in the distance. She was equipped with a standard pistol still in the holster, and the holster was connected to tight black pants. The pistol was a M9, perfect with its lightweight, and was attached to a silencer. The silencer would be used so whenever Kate kills an infected, her presence would not be detected.

Scientists have studied the infected population to have no ability to see whatsoever. They do not require food to eat, water to drink, or sleep. Their stamina is so great, that the host of the virus would work their muscles till they disappear. The infected can also feel no pain. If you choose to shoot a zombie in the chest, the zombie would only stagger. The only way to kill an infected is to cut off its main source: the brain by any means necessary. A decapitated brain can still bite, and many hunters in areas have been bitten by a decapitated head, only to suffer a miserable fate.

Each article of clothing had to be tight so the infected could not reach out and grab her, which would result in gruesome consequences. Many elite soldiers were dragged to their doom by having shaggy clothes or long hair that was suitable to be grabbed, and pulled toward a hungry mouth. Fur also had to be pulled into the equation. If fur would be sticking out of clothing, a hungry infected fur could easily grab hold, and tug. The most appropriate thing to call that would be, "Easy prey." Kate wore a pair of tight jeans, and a standard scout vest. The scout vest did not hang in any place, and could be easily taken off by unclipping it if a zombie managed to grab it in its insane death grip.

Kate knew all this. She knew the consequences of signing up for one of the most elite infected hunters anywhere in the world. She had to memorize every rule that was crucial to her survival in handbooks. She learned through experiences, and her instinct tripled. Kate knew every nook and cranny on how to efficiently kill a zombie, and now the army was going on the offensive. After decades of torture and boarded up homes, the army rediscovered why they were there in the first place.

And the army wanted some of the greatest and elite agents ever to be assembled to push back the infected that were now ravaging the streets of major cities. That was where Kate came in. Kate's pristine ability to dodge incoming threats made her an ideal target for the army, and their elite team. The team was called, "Rain." And every person on Rain had a partner. Kate's partner happened to be a collie hybrid named Paul. Nobody knows his last name.

Paul's rough character and large defined muscles give him an intimidating look, and Kate is the only one who would go out of her way to talk to Paul. Paul and Kate eventually grew close to each other through various missions, and soon after became very close friends. If it's anybody Kate trusts, it's Paul.

Paul wore tight clothes like Kate, and his chest muscle's moved in and out every time Paul took in the air of New York. Paul's clothes were jeans, and a tee shirt, but he could easily out maneuver any infected fur that out reached its hands. The air felt polluted with a stench that could not be described, and the atmosphere felt unnerving like a bomb was about to be dropped out of the sky. Paul switched his stands to a more aggressive state.

Paul was carrying a modified AK-47 with a silencer to stop the kick. Paul's brown eyes surveyed the landscape, and a small click was heard as Paul used his claws to kick on the AK to single auto. Full auto was not good for far away encounters. The bullets would either hit the torso of an infected fur, or bellow the legs. Everything had to be precise to kill the infected.

A moan started to get closer and closer. An undead fox was dragging his leg, and moving slowly towards the car Kate was standing on. Kate noticed the threat, and took out a machete to take it out. The silver gleamed in the sunlight as Kate aimed for the poor bastard. A horrific slicing sound was heard as the blade made contact with the infected fox's neck, severing the spine. Instead of blood flying out of the zombie's head, only a black crusty liquid fell to the floor.

The virus no longer had control of its host's body, and the body crumpled to the floor. Kate looked over to her collie companion. "We have orders to use whatever possible to clear this section of infected." Their mission is to set up a new base of operations in Times Square and rid the hostilities whether it is a psychopath or an infected, they had to be eliminated. Civilians would be escorted to the base where they would set up shop.

The collie nodded, and aimed the modified AK right between an infected zombie's eyes, and fired a precise round. The round pierced the weak tissue of the infected, and crumpled. More rasps of nearby infected could be heard, and many infected stumbled towards the square where Kate and Paul stood their ground.

The sound of footsteps echoed behind Paul, and he quickly turned around to see that a wolf in a heavy vest moving in. Paul and Kate both had questioning looks. Many people don't use bullet proof vests unless the area was filled with civilians who are either to traumatized to realize that what they are shooting at are their own, or civilians who have created their own type of government, and want nothing to do with the military taking over their territory. Heavy armor was not used due to the fact it fatigued the person who was wearing it, and since it was heavy, your mobility was slower than wearing tighter clothes.

Paul, alarmed at the sight of the wolf in heavy armor, put out a paw, and stopped the wolf for questioning while Kate was busy decapitating more infected.

"Why are you here? Rain is the only one with access to this sector of New York." Paul said raising an eyebrow.

"I got a green light to come down here, and clear up any civilians who give us trouble. So move it, or the government will step in and...."

Than Paul and Kate noticed something gleaming from a billboard far away. The light was a small white light that was in a diamond shape. Instantly, Kate and Paul knew exactly what they were up against, and why that wolf was prancing though New York. That glint, was the glint of a high powered 12 x scopes.

"GET THE FUCK DOWN!"

Paul dived on top of the wolf, and Kate immediately took shelter behind an abandoned car. The unfortunately thing was the car still had a passenger inside of it. The passenger was a German shepherd with his seat belt still over his body. He kept moaning, and trying to reach over the door, but with no effect. The infected shepherd's clothes were ripped in his hand was bandaged. A bang could be heard whenever the shepherd moves his feet, and kicks the hard metal of the dashboard.

Kate didn't notice the passenger, and didn't care. She held her breath, and waited for the bullet to pass overhead. About one second of thinking the thought, Kate heard a loud bang, and a bullet flew over head. Kate could judge by the sound of the sniper that it was a standard hunting rifle with a scope on top. The bolt action of the rifle would buy Kate some time to think.

Paul laid over top of the wolf, and was shielding him from the bullet, but before Paul and the wolf could jump over the car, a horrible sound that sounded like metal hitting wood was heard. The bullet that was fired from the sniper missed Paul by inches, but collided with the wolf's shoulder. The wolf yelped in pain, and when Paul and the wolf lay on the road that used to be where all the cars of New York would go through, Paul was relieved to see the bullet only scathed the wolf's shoulders, and the ballistic vest saved the wolf from a bullet wound.

"T-thanks." The wolf stuttered and Paul nodded. Paul looked around to see they were behind a scraped Honda, and Paul heard another crack. The sniper was taking pot shots at someone.

Kate pulled out her radio, and clicked it on. The radio kicked to life, and a voice on the other side said, "This is Doberman radio. What do you need Rain?" The voice was low, but it had a calming sound.

"Doberman, we need a sniper team to counter snipe a fur that has rebelled against us. He is on top of a billboard about 30 clicks away from our position. We are in the New York Square. There is only one billboard nearby, and the sniper glint is visible."

There was a pause on the other side of the line. "Copy that. A sniper team is set up."

Kate and Paul both held their breath. Paul heard the whole conversation through his radio. Paul decided to do something extremely brave. He mounted his AK on the top of his car, and suppressed the sniper, making the sniper focus all his attention on him. The sniper team didn't have to worry about getting counter sniped now.

The sniper was confused as bullets passed by him. The sniper aimed, and fired a bullet from the sniper, and it missed everything, hitting the road, and sending shrapnel everywhere. Paul moved back into cover just before a sniper took another shot that ricocheted off the car that Paul was just shooting from.

Kate started to hear something in the distance. It sounded like a faint movement, and someone putting their bi-pod down. Kate's ears were trained to hear anything that was nearby, and made a sound. She tracked the sound, and looked up to a tall skyscraper. Its glass was shattered, and the only thing that was left that could be recognized by Kate, was the small glint of a sniper's scope, appearing out of the glass of the 20th floor of the building. A shot rang out, and a Kate and Paul could both see that the glint of the fur that was trying to kill them fell backward, and plummeted over the edge of the billboard. It was a clean shot, and the fur's body fell backward along with his sniper rifle.

"Clean hit. You are free to move Rain." The low voice said over the radio.

Paul and Kate both said "Thanks" and kept moving with the wolf in the heavy armor tagging along. There were not many infected because of the racket the sniper on the billboard was making. Most infected moved onward to his body for a free meal. The occasional infected person did stumble out of a corner on a street, or a closed back alley.

In an urban environment, it's always good to keep on your toes. There are millions of choke points were you can get separated from your team, or where you can get pulled away into darkness, and brutally mauled. Urban environments are the number one biggest killer and moral degrader in the history of any war. With its closed in environments, and its claustrophobic alleys, any team with no training could be one step away from death. That is why Kate and Paul knew exactly everything about the city so nothing happens to them.

What Kate and Paul were worried about most is if the sniper had any others that didn't want Rain or anybody else to interfere with their plans. Kate, Paul, and the wolf with the heavy armor were on each other's tails with Paul in front, Kate behind him, and the wolf in the back. They decided to clear out all cars that were full of the infected. The plan went well, until Kate got to the car she hid behind from the sniper's bullet. The car was shaking violently as the German shepherd inside of it was moving around. Kate looked and saw that the seat belt that was wrapped around it was snapped in two. While the sniper was shooting at Kate, the sniper missed and the bullet sliced the seatbelt in half. Kate looked at the infected shepherd's stomach to see a bullet wound right were the seatbelt would have been.

When the infected shepherd heard Kate, it lunged at the window, and its palm rubbed against the side of it. Its unblinking eyes starred around. It looked like something out of a child's nightmare. Kate raised her pistol towards its head, and fired one round. The round instantly made contact with the shepherd's brain, and the infected shepherd went limp. Kate than heard another bang from the passenger side of the car. Another zombie was in the back, and it heard the racket. It stumbled up to where the shepherd was, and climbed over. The zombie was a jackal with black fur. It was wearing a white tee shirt, and red briefs. It was barley clothed. The poor bastard was probably hanging around with the shepherd when the shepherd was bitten, and the shepherd probably reached around the seat while still in his seat belt, and clawed the jackal, exposing him to the disease.

Since the glass that Kate shot was weakened by the bullet, it shattered and the zombie reached out to Kate. The zombie grabbed Kate's pistol, and Kate had to let go, otherwise she would have been pulled toward the infected fur, and bitten.

Kate knew hand to hand combat was one of the ways to kill a zombie, but it was also the riskiest. Kate ran toward the zombie when it was open, and hit the zombie hard in the back of the head. The jackal's time was up, and he fell back into being only a corpse. Kate was breathing hard, and sighed.

Paul was working with the wolf at the time this happened. They were busy clearing out an empty fast food restaurant. The restaurant was dark, and the wolf was equipped with a M9 with a flash light on the bottom. Paul switched his AK to fully automatic because of the close environment. The crusty black liquid and a mixture of blood were everywhere. Paul kept up on his as he entered the kitchen, the door giving a small creak. A loud moan echoed throughout the building, and a shiver went though Paul's spine. For as long as Paul will live, he will always remember an infected's moan.

Then he heard a loud bang, and screaming from the bathroom. The wolf went to clear the bathrooms. Paul ran toward the bathrooms in a brisk pace, and bursts open the doors to the bathroom to see a zombie lying dead by the wolf who was trembling violently.

"Th-the zombie ran up to me, and I didn't fire the gun in time..."

The wolf trailed off his words. Paul knew what happened. A bathroom stall door lay open, and Paul realized that the wolf opened the door to the stall to be tackled by a zombie. The wolf hit his head pretty hard so was delirious for a few seconds than finally aimed the gun in the infected fur's mouth and fired. Paul than noticed something red on the wolf's arm, he was bitten, and bandaged it up, but why has the wolf not turned?

Paul than walked over to the zombie's body, and turned it over. The zombie was bleeding. Usually zombies only bleed if they were recently turned, but not this much blood. The black flakey solid that falls out of a zombie's brain is usually the bi-product of the virus.

Paul turned around to the wolf that was now sobbing, and put a reassuring paw on his shoulder, and said soothingly. "What's your name wolf?"

"Robert, Robert Young." The wolf said through a cough, and another sob.

"Well Robert, I got good news. You're not going to die. You got lucky this time. The fur that bit you was not infected; in fact he was still a fur."

Robert's eyes lit up, and his sobs started to fade away. "You mean he was a Quib?"

A Quib is another name for a fur that has been on the border line of insanity. They don't want to kill the infected, they want to become it. They turn off all emotions completely, and cannot recognize who is a fur and who isn't. They are real zombies that aren't even zombies. They lost all hope for ever surviving, and decide to become a zombie mentally, and act like one physically. There is more and more appearing, but they are being rounded up, and treated.

Paul offered the wolf a hand, and the he took it, now standing level with Paul. Paul walked out of the fast food restaurant, and the wolf followed. Kate finished up clearing the cars of all infected. The sun started to set, and the wind was starting to feel cooler. The sun was making beautiful oranges, and yellows across the sky, and everything was starting to look happier, even with all the blood, violence, and calamity. The sunset reminded everyone of one word that everyone needed, hope.

Paul was thinking about a nice hot shower back at the base, Robert thought about gambling with his buddies, and Kate was thinking about her prewar life. As the last infected fur was cleared that they could see, Kate radioed in that a base could not be built at Time's Square if they needed to build one. A loud cheer rose from the radio from all the other teams that were on the squad Rain.

Kate, Paul, and the wolf each moved back to the base, happy that their mission was a success on taking back Time's Square. There may be more infected the next day, but Paul, Kate, and Robert were not thinking about that. They just wanted to have a long rest.

When Paul, Kate, and Robert got to the base, Robert went to go join his crew in one of the large tents. Paul went to the locker room to get his essentials together, and Kate went to her private room. Her private room was a room that was part of a prewar apartment. It had a bed, bathroom, and a window overlooking the tents of the base. Kate immediately changed into her pajamas, and opened up a book to read.

Back at the locker room, Paul took off his clothes that clung to his skin. He stretched, and yawned, walking over to a free shower. He pushed the lever all the way to warm, and bathed in the steady flow of warm water. It felt great on his coat, washing off the sweat of battle, and all the mud. The collie than shook his fur coat, shaking water all over the wall. He smiled to himself, and put on a pair of gym pants, and a tee shirt. He walked over to an apartment that has been cleaned out of infected, and went into his room. Paul immediately fell onto his bed, and fell asleep.

Robert was busy playing a "friendly" game of poker with his buddies. Everyone was now worn out from the long day, and decided to call it quits. Loud gunshots could be heard outside the base, and those were the rookies who had to defend off the base 24/7, switching off from resting to going back to defending. They lined up outside sandbags, and took shots at zombies to keep them back. Every time a gunshot is heard by Paul, Robert, and Kate they remember their days as a rookie, making it up in the ranks of the army.

Eventually, Robert had enough of losing at poker, and Kate slammed shut her book. Kate fluffed up her pillow, and fell asleep while Robert went into the same apartment Kate stayed in, found his room, and fell asleep. The day was finally over.

But there is always tomorrow.....