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San Francisco, California.

April 28th, 2014.

5:12 AM

X-Day.

"When there's no more room in Hell, the dead shall walk the Earth." - Peter (Dawn of the Dead)

The city of San Francisco was in turmoil and chaos. Smoke rose up into the sky from several sources all over the city, and over five thousand United States Army soldiers were on the streets trying to support the San Francisco Police Department in civilian extractions. The operation was codenamed: "Operation: Saving Grace".

The operation was going horribly wrong...

It seemed like half of the city was infected by a mysterious disease... One that turned people into creatures of cannibalistic evil...

They weren't even human anymore...

The creatures... The 'walkers', as some people called them, attacked anything alive in the city. Tens of thousands of them were on the loose, attacking all living people and animals they saw.

The US Military was almost powerless to stop them...

In fact, the situation was so bad that the US Air Force scrambled several dozen F-18's to drop napalm over several neighborhoods, some that were still filled with hundreds of living people...

They couldn't save everyone...

At San Francisco International Airport, several military cargo planes were taking off and landing, trying to get as many people as they could out of the city. They had no choice but to try and evacuate the city's remaining population and try and get them to the Hawaiian Islands. One of the few remaining places on the planet that seemed to not be affected by the mysterious outbreak.

On the ground, a group of United States National Guard soldiers ran out of a hanger that was serving as the operation's headquarters. The group ran as fast as they could, trying to find a military Humvee to borrow for their mission.

The soldiers were the following people:

Private Gregory Osborn, a soldier who lived in the city, almost desperate to find his wife and baby girl.

Sergeant Jonathan Mettic, a decorated veteran of the conflicts in Iraq, Bosnia, and Afghanistan.

Corporal Mason Brody, a newly arrived soldier from Fort Benning, Georgia. He doesn't have much to lose.

Captain Michelle Samson, the leader of the squad who also saw service during the Persian Gulf War.

The squad's objective was simple, extract any and all VIP's they could find and get them back to SF International Airport.

Little did they know what would happen during the mission...

"Tell me again, why are we going through the city and getting some random people?" Brody asked.

Mettic rolled his eyes as the squad got inside of a Humvee. Osborn got in the front seat with Samson, and he started driving down the street, seeing National Guard troops clearing buildings or escorting surviving civilians.

"Dumbass, these people were scientists and doctors... They might be the only people left alive in the entire United States that can solve all of this." Mettic replied, firmly.

"There's rumors that some computer might have caused all of this... I think they said it was in western or eastern Europe, somewhere... But I don't believe it. There's another rumor it's a secret Russian military plague, or something." Osborn said.

Samson rolled her eyes, annoyed for them not focused on their task.

"Don't listen to rumors, Private. Just focus on the task you have." Samson said.

"Yes ma'am." Brody replied.

Samson sighed as Osborn turned left, going down an empty street. Osborn sighed and had a mournful look.

"There's unconfirmed reports that Air Force One went down in Wyoming..." Osborn said.

"It's unconfirmed... Christ, this outbreak is spreading so fast. It seems like all of North America, Asia, and Europe was infected on ONE day... What kind of outbreak does that?!" Samson asked.

"I'm not sure, Captain... We'll figure it out, though. I'm sure of it." Mettic replied, nodding.

Samson nodded as Osborn stopped the Humvee, wide eyed as he stared at the highway they were supposed to go on.

It was filled with wrecked cars, dead bodies, and the infected...

"Dammit! That's the only route we have!" Mettic growled.

"No, there's an alternate route... Keep going on this road, and I'll point it out." Samson said.

"Yes ma'am." Osborn replied.

Samson nodded as Osborn kept driving. The squad soon found themselves in the downtown FEMA camp, one of the last bastions in the entire state that wasn't filled with walkers.

But downtown was at a large risk of falling at any moment...

Thousands of walkers would come in if that happens...

...more like WHEN that happens...

"Okay, listen up! The doctors should be somewhere in this area. Probably in one of the tents here. We need to spread out and find the poor bastards before they all end up infected. Everyone got that?" Samson asked.

The squad all nodded in confirmation, readying their M416's.

Osborn readied his M249 SAW, since he was the LMG gunner in the squad.

"Yes ma'am!" the squad all replied.

Samson nodded as an Abrams tank rolled past them, heading towards the defensive line.

"We're gonna have to hurry... The line won't hold forever." Brody stated.

"Once those undead freaks come in, we'll be sitting ducks..." Osborn stated.

Mettic frowned, knowing they were wasting precious seconds...

"We'll have to hurry, then... Come on, the doctors aren't gonna rescue themselves." Mettic stated.

"Copy that... Let's move!" Samson ordered.

The squad nodded and split in teams of two. They ran off, looking for the doctors they had to save...

Those doctors might be the key to stopping this outbreak...

Mettic and Brody ran into an evacuation area, seeing hundreds of civilians and soldiers there.

They then saw one civilian run ahead of the others, trying to be the first one on an incoming helicopter...

And that's when a National Guard soldier shot him in the head, killing him instantly.

The two soldiers had shocked looks, seeing the body fall onto the ground.

"Good god..." Brody muttered.

Two soldiers looked at Brody and Mettic, smirking.

"What? The guy was cutting in line." PFC Hernández defended.

"Don't you hate it when people do that?" SSgt. Mason joked.

Mettic and Brody growled as they aimed their rifles at their brothers-in-arms.

"You shot an unarmed civilian?!" Brody asked.

"The fucker tried to cut!" Mason defended.

"And you SHOOT HIM?!" Mettic asked, disbelieved.

Hernandez and Mason both had annoyed looks as several Military Police officers arrived.

"He had it coming..." Hernandez said, bluntly.

Mettic and Brody lowered their rifles, seeing the MP's put handcuffs on Hernandez and Mason, leading the two criminals away from the scene...

Samson readied her M416 as she walked into a tent, looking around.

"Doctor Torres? Doctor Peterson? Mitchells?" Samson asked.

Three blood-covered doctors walked away from an operating table, proceeding to go to Captain Samson.

Samson sighed, seeing a young girl's corpse on the table...

"Poor girl didn't make it..." Mitchell sighed.

Samson sighed and looked back at the doctors.

"Doctors, I am Captain Michelle Samson of the California National Guard. Me and my squad have been assigned to bring you and your colleagues to Sacramento. We've been told you may be the only ones left in the country that might be able to cure this thing." Samson said.

Peterson frowned, glaring at Samson.

"All of our colleagues are dead, Captain. Us three are the only ones left... And I was bitten..." Peterson said.

Samson then noticed the bite wound on Peterson's wrist.

He wasn't going to survive...

"I was bit over an hour ago, and I've been trying to help as many people as I could before I turn... Which, unfortunately, is now zero, since our patient died on the table..." Peterson said, mournfully.

"Doctor, there could be a cure... We need you in the capitol. I'll call for a MEDEVAC!" Samson tried.

That's when Peterson walked over to a table. Everyone went wide eyed as they saw him pull a pistol out of one of the drawers.

"Peterson...?" Torres asked, cautiously.

Peterson trembled as he put the gun to his temple, breathing heavily.

"My seat can be used to save someone else... Get them out... Get everyone out! Get them out while you can!" Peterson begged.

Before anyone could stop him, Peterson pulled the trigger. Samson had a wide eyed look as she saw Peterson's corpse fall onto the ground.

However, as Samson stared with shock, Doctor Torres simply had a wide eyed look.

"So, I guess you'll call off the MEDEVAC...?" Torres guessed, bluntly.

Samson frowned, angrily as Osborn ran inside.

"Ma'am, we don't have long." Osborn informed.

"Alright... I'm going to go and see if there's another doctor inside of one of the other tents. You keep watch on these two." Samson ordered.

"Yes ma'am!" Osborn replied.

Samson gave a glare to Torres before she walked out of the tent...

Mettic and Brody had wide eyed looks, seeing one of the Army troops get grabbed on the wall by a walker. The poor soldier screamed as he was pulled onto the streets on the other side, quickly becoming a meal for several of the undead.

"How long until that wall falls...?" Brody asked.

Mettic gulped, slightly feeling a little fearful as he saw the walkers pushing against the front gates...

And that's when the entire wall was broken down. It fell to the ground, revealing literally thousands of walkers on the streets. Everyone, including the walkers stood still for a second, trying to process that they are both now in presence of each other...

And then the walkers started charging towards them...

As the Army fought back with their weapons, Brody, in a panic, fired his M320 grenade launcher at the walkers. But somehow, Brody missed and hit a large propane tank connected to a hospital tent which was filled with civilians...

Dozens of civilians, including several children, were in that tent...

The occupants of the tent screamed in agonizing pain as the propane tank exploded, engulfing them along with several doctors and soldiers in a fiery inferno.

"O- Oh my god... OH MY GOD!" Brody screamed, horrified at what he unintentionally did.

Mettic growled, grabbing Brody by his shirt collar, not wanting to leave his squadmate behind.

"RUN, YOU IDIOT!" Mettic ordered.

As Mettic turned and ran, Brody stayed behind, still staring at the fiery inferno. Several civilians crawled out, all on fire and in a level of pain that he couldn't comprehend...

An M1 Abrams tank rolled past him, firing tank shells at the walkers as the US Army troops struggled to hold them back. It was not working well... Osborn ran out of a separate tent, along with the two remaining doctors...

"Mettic! Brody! Where's Captain Samson?!" Osborn asked.

And that's when they realized something...

Samson was in the tent...

Brody screamed as Samson ran out of that tent, screaming with agony as she was literally a human torch, fire radiating off of her. But three soldiers ran and tried to extinguish the flames with blankets and a fire extinguisher.

Osborn and Mettic ran to the scene, where Osborn quickly proceeded to pull out his M9 pistol... And then Osborn shot Captain Samson in the head, ending her pain and effectively killing their superior officer...

Mettic gasped, seeing the walkers swarm the positions of the Army soldiers, and also swarm the tank. Dozens of soldiers were eaten alive as the tank crew remained trapped inside, their fate most likely death by dehydration, starvation, or eaten alive, if not suicide...

"Fuck them! They're all dead! We need to get the hell outta here!" Mettic ordered, since he was the second-in-command of the squad.

"Yes sir!" Osborn replied, confirming Mettic was now in charge.

Osborn, Torres, Mitchell, and Mettic screamed, running from a horde of the undead and trying to get to a Humvee they saw on the other side of the camp. Osborn grabbed Brody by the arm as they ran, saving Brody's life as the walkers ran after... The three soldiers and three doctors got to the Humvee, and got inside.

"Shit! They're everywhere!" Mitchell exclaimed.

"Get us out of here, NOW!" Mettic ordered.

Osborn started the engine as Brody kept blankly staring at the floor of the Humvee, the screams of the civilians still ringing in his ears... Osborn drove through a large group of walkers as he drove the group out of the base...

They needed to get to the airport...

The two remaining doctors NEEDED to survive...