IC-GOLD-Once More Into the Breach(Everyone else)
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:15 am
Z-Day - 2:55 PM Mountain Time - Warren Air Force Base, west of Cheyenne, Wyoming
On the roof-
Lt. Sara Evans looked on in horror as the Stryker containing the quarantine clinic's reinforcements collided with the west wall of the building at an angle at high speed. With a screech of metal, it slid south along the wall and gradually coasted to a halt just outside the main entrance, the collision robbing it of its momentum. The overhang above the entrance blocked the head nurse's view of the vehicle. The two snipers stood beside her with their M-24 rifles held ready, but they no longer had any targets to shoot.
Behind them stood the civilians. Robert and Beth, a young couple who had passed through the T-Bone, had been the first to arrive at Warren Air Force Base. Zorie Spooner had come from the base to the motel across from the T-Bone with Captain Lereux's team. She was a civilian, and the sole survivor of that ill-fated group. Even so, she had been badly injured in another car crash on her way here. As a medical researcher, her skills were proving very useful for treating her fellow survivors. So were those of Amanda Deeds, a U.S. Navy nurse who had served in Vietnam and was now over sixty years old. She was a recent widow, having lost her husband Clarence and one of her sons when the motel was attacked by a gigantic worm-like creature and a wave of zombies. Currently she was numb with shock. Her surviving son, Keith Deeds, was a skilled mechanic and recently discharged Marine. Together they led what was left of the Rough Riders Motorcycle Club, composed largely of veterans. Lisa Crow, the girlfriend of his late brother, was part of the group, as was his own sweetheart Melinda Christie, a public relations specialist he had rescued from Cabela's headquarters back in Sidney, Nebraska. The last member of their group was Colin Lewis, an Iraq vet who had been suffering from post-traumatic stress even before today. Now he was barely clinging to the tattered remnants of his psyche.
On the fire escape-
David knelt on the fire escape landing, sobbing uncontrollably.
In the stairwell-
Senior Airman Tom Wu, still terror-stricken, ran into the stairwell and started up the stairs.
In the intake area-
The USAF personnel in the intake area heard the crash and were briefly stunned. Lt. Rebecca Doolittle, the co-pilot who had survived both a helicoper crash and the siege of the motel stood in shock. Lt. Barbara Ellison, one of the nurses, turned to Captain Nils Johansen, the doctor in command of the quarantine clinic. "Sir, what are your orders?" she asked. Captain Johansen was the only surviving doctor in the clinic. He had accidentally shot Major Jaclyn MacPherson twice with his own sidearm, and he had wounded himself once in the leg as well with a ricochet. Captain Isaac Drake lay dead in the vestibule, having been gunned down by the SF troopers guarding the entrance when he tried to break quarantine in his panic. Those SF troopers themselves had been slain and had risen up to attack the living, but they had already been taken down with bullets to the head.
The rest of the quarantine clinic staff stood ready for their captain's orders too. Lt. Oscar Gomez was the other nurse present, and there were also two of the orderlies: the gung-ho Airman Catherine Rourke and the tall Airman Gary Simpson. Also present were Senior Airman Roger Coltrane and Airman Frank Hodges, both survivors of the downed helicopter and the battle at the motel. Frank Hodges could feel his injured arm throbbing with pain.
On the roof-
Lt. Sara Evans looked on in horror as the Stryker containing the quarantine clinic's reinforcements collided with the west wall of the building at an angle at high speed. With a screech of metal, it slid south along the wall and gradually coasted to a halt just outside the main entrance, the collision robbing it of its momentum. The overhang above the entrance blocked the head nurse's view of the vehicle. The two snipers stood beside her with their M-24 rifles held ready, but they no longer had any targets to shoot.
Behind them stood the civilians. Robert and Beth, a young couple who had passed through the T-Bone, had been the first to arrive at Warren Air Force Base. Zorie Spooner had come from the base to the motel across from the T-Bone with Captain Lereux's team. She was a civilian, and the sole survivor of that ill-fated group. Even so, she had been badly injured in another car crash on her way here. As a medical researcher, her skills were proving very useful for treating her fellow survivors. So were those of Amanda Deeds, a U.S. Navy nurse who had served in Vietnam and was now over sixty years old. She was a recent widow, having lost her husband Clarence and one of her sons when the motel was attacked by a gigantic worm-like creature and a wave of zombies. Currently she was numb with shock. Her surviving son, Keith Deeds, was a skilled mechanic and recently discharged Marine. Together they led what was left of the Rough Riders Motorcycle Club, composed largely of veterans. Lisa Crow, the girlfriend of his late brother, was part of the group, as was his own sweetheart Melinda Christie, a public relations specialist he had rescued from Cabela's headquarters back in Sidney, Nebraska. The last member of their group was Colin Lewis, an Iraq vet who had been suffering from post-traumatic stress even before today. Now he was barely clinging to the tattered remnants of his psyche.
On the fire escape-
David knelt on the fire escape landing, sobbing uncontrollably.
In the stairwell-
Senior Airman Tom Wu, still terror-stricken, ran into the stairwell and started up the stairs.
In the intake area-
The USAF personnel in the intake area heard the crash and were briefly stunned. Lt. Rebecca Doolittle, the co-pilot who had survived both a helicoper crash and the siege of the motel stood in shock. Lt. Barbara Ellison, one of the nurses, turned to Captain Nils Johansen, the doctor in command of the quarantine clinic. "Sir, what are your orders?" she asked. Captain Johansen was the only surviving doctor in the clinic. He had accidentally shot Major Jaclyn MacPherson twice with his own sidearm, and he had wounded himself once in the leg as well with a ricochet. Captain Isaac Drake lay dead in the vestibule, having been gunned down by the SF troopers guarding the entrance when he tried to break quarantine in his panic. Those SF troopers themselves had been slain and had risen up to attack the living, but they had already been taken down with bullets to the head.
The rest of the quarantine clinic staff stood ready for their captain's orders too. Lt. Oscar Gomez was the other nurse present, and there were also two of the orderlies: the gung-ho Airman Catherine Rourke and the tall Airman Gary Simpson. Also present were Senior Airman Roger Coltrane and Airman Frank Hodges, both survivors of the downed helicopter and the battle at the motel. Frank Hodges could feel his injured arm throbbing with pain.