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AntiSaneDesciple

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Its weird how you just don't miss some people. Its also weird how some people you don't mind beating their brains in with a broken mop handle, even if they were one of those things. You can only take so much before something like this happening, is OK. Grant had taken his fair share from many of these folks.

Jacob Neil, he had come into this store for the past 9 years and it was the same comment every time. "Hows the hero doing today?" The snear he made each time, that cocky half grin, just caused Grants blood to boil. Nothing he could do then. Of course crushing the pip squeak with the mop handle was in self defense, but it felt good. He lived that game every day of his life, lived the tendons in his knee torn and ripped apart. Lived the anguish of his whole life stopping in one sudden jerk and halting. Only to give him option that was half as good as the last. Sure he made good money running this grocery store, but it wasn't the Ayenee Football League.

Holed up inside this store he had gathered the eight things that had taken people he knew and turned them into what they were to the freezer area. It wasnt on any more because of the power issue but it could be licked from the outside. He didn't want them coming back again.

It had all happened so fast. He was in his office looking over P & L statements and trying to figure out how he was loosing money from the Alchohol department when the screaming broke out. When he went onto the sales floor what he saw made his breakfast come straight up. The thing was quite literally eating Janice right there on the floor. Grabbing the mop from the bucket he shoved the thing off of her, to late, she was loosing to much blood from that leg. Moving on he encountered the sight twice more, each time loosing his stomach. There was only one thing these could be...Zombies, but that was crazy. They were only in movies right? How was it you killed zombies, Grant had never been much on horror films.

Well the mop was good at pushing the creatures, but very not good for swinging. What he would do for a good softball bat like his DiMarini at home! Taking the mop head off gave him a sort of impromptu pole arm. The creatures moved slowish so hitting them with the thing didn't seem difficult. They just weren't dieing.

"The head...you...have to hit the....." The kids words end in a raspy breath. The clothes and what not said video game geek, you know those kids that hung out in their moms basement all night.

One swing later and Grant had figured it out. Cracking the things head open dropped it immediately. You had to hit them in the head, maybe those games weren't so bad after all. Turning away from the dead Zombie grant spared a moment for the kid.

"Thanks, and sorry..." He went to find the next one.

All said and done there was Jacob, Janice, Lee, Deborah, Vernon, David, the kid and the then the guy that he couldn't account for. Those were the "Dead" bodies in the freezer. He could hear the bumping and banging at the door any time he went close.

Standing there at sun up he reached for the pull chain on the open sign and turned it on. Same as he had done many days before. Only this time he really wanted someone to take notice and come in. As long as they weren't one of those things.
 
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"Those were gunshots...." Grant spoke without looking at anyone in particular. He had taken to talking to himself a couple days ago.

Straining to see down the long road in town he peered through the glass at the front of the grocery store. He couldnt see anything but there close, close enough that even inside the building the shots sounded like cracks instead of low thuds. Alot of pistol fire, but there was something big going off also.

"There are other people alive out there..." His thoughts spilling from his mouth as he thought them.

His next move was one that he had wanted to do for several days now, he had stopped himself so many times from unlocking the door and stepping outside. This time he didn't, almost by instinct his hand moved down and tristed the lock on the door. Next he pressed the pressure bar and was opening the door. Next thing he knew he was standing outside in the parking lot of the grocery store looking down the road at Bedlam.

There were far more zombies than there were people running from the zombies. The only thing he could count was four people, no five, one of the men was carrying a child.

"GET IN HERE...THE STORE IS SAFE...THE STORE IS SAFE...THE STORE IS SAFE..." It seemed to be the only thing he could yell.

He didnt know if they had heard him or not. Had they, would they come. The man carrying the child was having a hard time shooting his pistol, and running with the child at the same time.

Grant wasn't sure why or if he would ever do it again. He was still in great shape, and fealt that he needed to do it for some strange reason. Before he could talk himself out of it he was running. Dead sprint for about 100 yards, now that fealt good to run like that. He ran straight to the man carrying the child. Yelling to the others to get to the grocery store and pointing as he skidded to a halt.

"GIMME THE KID AND GET TO THE GROCERY STORE!" Those were his only words and they were not a question.
 
There was no audio letting the team know that Zulu was in position, however they knew the minute the geeks started dropping in front of them. Dropping was a minor understatement, as there arms punched nice clean holes in the heads of the creatures. His on the other hand, how was it he put it...

"...God loves brain soup! So I give him what he wants..." The thick Aussie accent of his matched that of his wife Leslie.

So they knew, that they could stop watching the outliers and focus on the work at hand. The sherrifs department had been hauntingly absent of people, well it would have been haunting any other time. Current events had made the discovery no surprise. Tango One stood at the door and let her P90 do the talking, single shots making the whistle that was infamous with that weapon when silenced.

"Nothing living or living dead in here mate, lets jet!" Lima One was not the type to beat around bushes unless you could be saved, then sally bar the doors she was gonna go to work. It was something to watch her work, whatever was at hand is what she used. Never seen a man defibulated with jumper cables and a wall outlet until she came aboard.

"Zulu...You seing anything living in this town?"

"No joy there mate, but there are alot of geeks outside the grocery store east of your location..." The slight pause was filled with the squishy insides of another Zombies head decorating the pavement beneath its feet. "Might be they know something is in there."

"Tango point, Lima stay tight..." The USP barked and three more went down. They were getting close. "I've got the rear. Zulu how about rolling out the red carpet for us?"

The L96 was a devastating weapon, even more so in the hands of Douglas. The man was a master artist painting in the finest strokes with the weapon. You could see grace and precision in the finished work. Skulls popped like grapes in teeth as they moved quickly down the main street of the town. Nothing got within 30 yards of them and thats the way they liked it.

"Maintanance ladder on the side, well go in through the roof..."

"Roger that Bravo One..." Tanya's voice broke coms for the first time today. A smile broke his face, he loved her more than anything in the world.

Up the ladder and on the roof. Things were starting to look up, if the food in this place was unspoiled they may hit the mother load. Food was one of those things that was getting very hard to come by these days.
 
The access hatch was near the back wall of the building and the middle of that wall. They should be able to cut the lock and go right in. What they would find was of great import. First however they needed to make sure Douglas made it to their location.

"ETA Zulu?" Zarn was a man of few words and many actions.

"Gimme 'bout 5 mikes mate, Im carryin' 15 pounds of rifle!" Douglas had just topped another of the rolling hills that was to the south of there location.

The team took up overwatch from there positions. At that range Zarn was the only one useful, but once Douglas got closer they would all take part. It had gotten to the point where they were actually enjoying taking the geeks out. Once they had been tasked by several Provate Contractors the world over to "aquire" certain targets. What aquire meant was usually differant in each mission however most of the time it meant "elimination".

Douglas was having a pretty easy go of it until he was nearly 100 yards from the walls. "No shots unless needed folks..."

"Roger that Bravo..." Both women spoke at the same time. Tight knit, disciplined and listening, just the way they were supposed to be.

He had been scorned by many or taking his and Douglas's wives onto the team. Honestly he didn't know anyone that knew him like Tanya, and Leslie was the best medic he had ever seen work. It wasnt that hard of a choice, and the others knew it. Still when you turn down 15 ex rangers, delta, seal, and other highly trained men for women they get a bit irritated.

"Zulu One present and accounted for..." He broke coms only after he was safely climbing the ladder.

Now it was time to see what was inside pandora's box.
 
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