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Topic: TRIPS' ZOMBIE EPIC: Out Of the Coffin and Into the Kitchen
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I've surpassed my fgt quota for target practice, so I've taken to the pen~. The story will be presented in installments, whenever the hell I finish them. So, without further ado, I present to you <red>Out Of the Coffin and Into the Kitchen</red>.

Part 1

A. The slip of duct tape wrapped to his nomex boot had an A neatly marked on to it. Every time, pushed into the back of his mind, was the truth that someday he’d be laying on the ground, the acrid stench of cordite and copper casings accompanying the metallic smell of blood, and only a small piece of duct tape would provide him with the correct blood transfusion needed to save his life.

He looked around the cramped cocoon of the Osprey, the dull whir of the rotary blades outside upholding the hybrid helicopter in an image akin to a grotesque insect. Surrounding him was seven of America’s elite soldiers, Delta Force. All of them were fully equipped, capable of killing any man with their bare hands, yet armed with the newest in death. On his side sat Macejunas, Baker and Jackson, the members of blue squad, his squad. Macejunas sported a G36E, and a cocky surfer attitude. Jackson, the rookie, was set to take the rear and gather some experience. Baker, soft spoken and meticulous in demolitions, was the only one who he had worked with previously. All of them displayed their blood types, as it was as rudimentary to their profession as was training.

His hand slipped into his flak jacket and removed a small photo. For almost a moment, grasped secretively in his Kevlar gloved hand was the fiction that he was back at the beach, with her.

“Mark?”

Turning to Macejunas, his hand slipped the photo back into his vest. “Yeah, John?”

“We run our operations clean, man.”

Although Macejunas was technically a sergeant, all members of the team were treated like equals. Rank, and all other military formalities was only an abstraction that was whispered by superiors and classified documents.

He wasn’t allowed to carry any identifying paraphernalia, papers, photos, tags, or even the flag of his nation. He was merely a man, armed and armored. The morbidity crept into everything. His blood type scrawled across his boot, the rifle he carried, the hands that mastered it, the absence of identification – it was all geared towards killing and being killed.

His mind drifted back to the woman in the picture. Why the hell didn’t he go to law school instead?

The integrated headset in his helmet crackled to life. “20 seconds to el-zee, over.”

What happened next was merely a product of programming, automatically adapting and executing. He stood up, strode to the door, checked his harness, looked over his men, and waited.

The door opened, the serene cityscape of Brussels silhouetted by the August midday sun, flooded its light into the Osprey. That was inconsequential- an abstraction and a visual luxury. He slipped down onto the roof of the American Embassy and headed straight for the stairwell, rifle pointed forward. As he moved, he didn’t even bother to look over his squad because he knew exactly where they were – right behind him.

Baker moved to the door, placed a cylindrical explosive inside the padlock to the rooftop service door, and then stepped back into position. A muffled explosion and a tiny puff of smoke sent the lock tumbling to the floor. Paying attention towards the American taxpayer, Jackson carefully opened the door for the squad to pour in.

A lone man, armed merely with a handgun and bad body odor, stood at the bottom of the stairs, completely oblivious to his killers. Mark instinctively twitched his rifle to the man’s head and fired, the 5.56 MM round cutting through the mind of an anarchist and leaving it lathered across the wall, a Picasso-esque tribute to dissent. Immediately, given the lack of weapon suppressors, the entire building and surrounding city block erupted with gunfire.

Working totally on mental preparation, Mark weaved his squad through the 6th floor of the building, killing all in his way until he made it to the room intelligence had marked the hostages at being located in.

Rolling down his thermal optical interface over his eyes, Mark dropped a smoke grenade at the base of the door. Then, he leveled his gun at the door and fired, the bullets tearing through the door along with an armed man at the center of the room. As the bullets forced open the door, a flash bang rolled in through the door along with billows of smoke. For a split second, the room was illuminated with 1000 candelas and a decibel range that would match a jet engine. As Mark rushed in, he quickly eliminated the remaining captors and motioned the dazed hostages to follow his team back to the roof.

As he motioned the hostages into the Osprey, a white haired old man of a diplomatic demure moved towards him, ready to spew exultations and promises of reward to his saviors.

“Get in the Osprey, now!” Mark barked. People who deviated from his instructions tended to die quickly.

After roughly another minute of sporadic gunfire, downtown Brussels shrank into silence. As Mark boarded the helicopter, he finally looked around at the city. This mere incident had concluded, the gravity of the situation dissipating like the sun’s rays. The traffic would continue to flow, the crowd surrounding the police barricade would thin out, and the people would ultimately return to their lives.

 

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i read it all and i saw no zombies. damn epics. hurry up and get to the zombies

 

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I blame it all on Battlefield 2. I promise a 10,000% increase in zombies; guaranteed, or your money back.

 

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I blame it all on Battlefield 2. I promise a 10,000% increase in zombies; guaranteed, or your money back.


But wouldn't a 10,000% increase of zero still be zero?

 

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Maybe they're invisible zombies, much like the next part of this story. I haven't seen anything zombie related for at least four hours so somebody wake him up and get him working on it.

 


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I NOTICED A LACK OF SPETSNAZ LIKE THIS GUY

 

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I'M NEVER UPDATING THIS STORY. EVER. Unless I get hella bored.

 

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How delightful.

 

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HABLA DEL REY DE ROMA Y SE ASOMA

 

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trips you update, OR I BEAT YOU!

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You hardly ever talk about SPETZNAS anymore, it always used to be SPETZNAS this and SPETZNAS that

 

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