Mystic Zombie Infection

What has that twisted government done?... A lone young man races into the Pentagon in a desperate hurry to put the brakes on a command that would change the world in a very bad way. "General!! I am Sevio Vatonage of the S.S.O. I cannot let you launch that missile! If you follow through with your plan, millions of innocent people will die! You have to listen to me, that Bio-toxin is not the miracle syrum you think it is... Humans were not meant to have the powers you think that missile is going to bestow, if you press that button you're condemning this whole country to death..." he argues as the general stands stoically over an armed launch button.

The missile in question was armed and ready to fire, all that was left to happen was for a single button to be pressed. The scientists had just left it after arming it with a Bio-toxin that by their research had given every tested subject the ability to self heal amung other special powers. The world was on the brink of war, and the government had skipped several stages of testing and had gotten ready to fire this 'miracle salvation' at a populated area hostile attackers normally targeted first. A mistake the histarical collective was about to make, and only one man was trying to stop this disaster, fully aware of what would truely happen, and the truth was not what they were accepting as fact.

The general looked to Sevio with rage in his eyes, "You think yourself a God just because you can command nature. You are a traitor to your country, and a selfish one at that. Keeping such gifts from the good people that can use them to protect themselves, their families, their homes from outside attack. You will not stop me from following the Presidents orders and sharing these gifts with the populace!" the general says histarically, hearing nothing of Sevio's arguement. After that blatent dismissal of Sevio's warning, the general presses the button and triggers the launch of the missile.

Sevio had to shake 6 guys off of him before bolting from the building, but he got airborn and rocketed after the missile, trying to intercept it before it was too late. Things were not looking promissing, and the day was only going to get worse. Sevio had to hurry, but it was almost looking like he wouldn't make it in time.

Lardall was waiting at FOB Delta. He had heard some things about a missile, but he was just waiting to hear the whole story. He hated being in the United States. he had become an army ranger for this? No, he wanted to be in the desert, killing Taliban. No, we need more national security, they said. Bullshit. He wanted to do some stuff! Not sit this base all day.

Hearing a sound in the sky above him, John looked up to see...something, streaking through the air toward the city. It looked like there was an aircraft behind it, either having just launched it, or trying to shoot it down. He opened the window to his apartment and stuck his head out, calling down to warn everyone below. Maybe his warning would go unheeded, maybe it wouldn't. Regardless, the missile-like object looked like it was going to come down somewhere in the city, probably detonating and causing a considerable amount of damage.

The FOB was raised to Alert 1. Two F/A-18s were being loaded to intercept Sevio. All military personnel, including Lardall, were in bunkers underground, so they could live to help if the missile was taken down by some traitor. That's all they had been told. Some traitor was trying to take down the missile which would save humanity! That bastard, how dare he!

After about a minute, the Jets were behind Sevio. One of them pulled up on his side and motioned for him to land.

Juzzo rocked around her apartment, earphones in. She was listening to a playlist of heavy rock and metal music. Ahhh.. Amazing. She jumped around and hopped, pretending to be swinging an air guitar like mad. Juzzo danced in front of her bedroom mirror, waving her bandaged arm about as her dog tags bounced off her chest.

For someone just released from an unexpected break from the front, Juzzo seemed to be too at ease. It was like nothing really affected her anymore, even the lonely life she had managed to craft for herself. Her best friend was her rifle. That's all she needed, ever. Juzzo was a good soldier, she made sure that her skills were appreciated... Except for a few secrets and tricks here and there... But other than that most of her legacy had been legitimate in the eyes of everyone else.

Suddenly, the sun's radiant light ceased to shine through her window for a split second, Juzzo, 'spooked'- as she liked to call it- tripped over and the earphones got caught on her drawer knob, ripping the speakers out of her ears.

Moody, Juzzo grumbled as she got up to check what happened... Maybe a bird? No, A bird wouldn't block her window... She went up to her window, and craned her head to the side as she opened her window.

Woah... Some... 'Flying thing' was heading towards the city... Ah, no Two, A missile? A plane! Ohh.. Shit shit shit.. What kind of missile was it? She was never warned about this... Why was she sent home when there was a missile flying straight into the city? Right.. not good, not good...

Juzzo collapsed on her knees and reached under her bed for her gun. In no way would she ever leave it behind, even if she went out grocery shopping. She threw her tank top on, slung her rifle behind her back, and just left the house. Her money was in her trousers anyway. She climbed on her motorcycle and drove the opposite direction.Just the opposite direction. Traffic was accumulating already...

A man came into the bunker. They were mobilizing to get people into bunkers and into safety. Lardall happened to be stationed on the route Juzzo was on. The intercept was still in progress in the air. Lardall and the rest of his Ranger squad were set up on the road, Humvees and makeshift barricade. He had to stand in the road, full ACU camouflage, vest, helmet, the whole nine yards. A little way up he saw a motorcycle. 'Who the fuck would drive away from the bunkers?' he thought to himself. Whatever. As the vehicle approached, he raised his hand to signal them to stop. Although the driver was still about 200 feet away, Lardall thought they looked familiar. Like somebody he had seen in basic. But he couldn't confirm it just yet, and even if he could, he still had to do his job.

Juzzo was not surprised she was stopped, she wasn't even wearing a helmet in the first place, and she was speeding. Her gun had been covered by a black cloth... She didn't want to cause panic... someone carrying a gun in public was pretty 'spooky', after all.

As she slowed to a stop in front of the soldier, Juzzo squinted at him, bear in mind she had no... Serious social skills. Did he know him from somewhere? Juzzo rubbed her patched right arm... Oof.. She hoped the wound wasn't open. She received this injury while wrestling a man off his gun back in the front. She ended up being sliced down the arm, and received stitches. She killed the gunman, though. That's all that mattered, and, her squad looked up to her despite the fact they were all taller than her and defiantly stronger. She had to look tough for her reputation.

She tilted her head, her short, red hair falling loosely over her eyes a bit. It reached down to the center of her neck, she had let it grow a bit. "What's going on?" She demanded to know. Her voice was childish too...

"Why is there some random missile flying towards the city? There's soldiers in there, with families... we weren't told about this.. whats going on?!" Juzzo frowned at him, not really expecting an answer anyway.

Sevio barely gave a glance to the jet beside him, focusing on the missile still a rough mile ahead of him. Sevio was in no way a God, but he dang sure had the morals of a hero. He couldn't let all those innocent people die! Crossing his arms in front of his face, Sevio draws on his Elemental magic and kicks it into supersonic, an aura of golden light covering him and persuing behind him like a comets tail.

As if all of that wasn't enough, he soon reached the speed of sound and tore through the sound barrier as he raced toward the missile, which itself was closing in on the city, where people were being asked to stand outdoors in the open to receive a vaccination that would save them from most diseases. Sevio had to stop this missile before it was too late, and time was running out... FAST!

"Hmm...Do I know you? Yeah...yeah! Juzzo?" Lardall said. He took off his helmet. "It's me, Kevin Lardall!" he said. He was so excited to see someone from basic.
"Oh yeah...Uh, It's a space program thing. Some jackass is trying to intercept it, so we're intercepting him. Hey, listen, you kinda gotta get back to the city. We have a bunker set up there. I can give you a ride, just put your motorcycle in the back of the Humvee. Or I can get it if you want.." He said.


He put his helmet back on and looked up into the sky. "God damn, they've been at it for about 3 hours..." The Jets were right behind Sevio at this point. Kevin looked back at Juzzo. "Yeah. Yeah, so, How about that ride?"

Juzzo narrowed her eyes. Suspicious. "Okay so it's a space project.... yet... you've set up a bunker in the city... where that thing is going to land... so you want me to go back to the city, to go into some bunker?" Juzzo had a serious face.... but then again listening to herself, she had to laugh.

She had almost completely disregarded the soldier. All she cared about was that missile. "You don't suppose your logic is a bit broken there..?" She managed to say between laughs. "Plus, we're already about two towns away, if I carry on I'll be safe....-" she turned serious again " you should be turning the other way too. Between you and I, I have a gut feeling, this may be something bad... you know the feeling, depending where you've been stationed. If you've been to war, you learn to trust instincts more than orders"

Shrugging to herself, Juzzo put her hand in the soldier's shoulder, and smiled sweetly. She remembered how promising he was out of all the students there, Juzzo was only good for hiding.... in the other hand... strength, she remembered, was not her thing at all.

"Nice seeing you Kevin.." Juzzo placed her hand back to her gun instinctively, she had some weird gut feeling... the feeling that always carried her through bloody battle..... Or maybe it was the cheese sandwich.

Kevin leaned in close to her. "Listen, between you and I, I'm pretty sure its some secret plan for a vaccine. That's what I heard over comms chatter, anyway. Now, I'm only supposed to give you the options to turn around or be shot, but since I know you pretty well, I'm going to give you a few more. The rocket is heading North, and that's where the bunker is. I'm pretty sure that is the intercept goes wrong, it's going to rain down on me and my buddies, and I don't want that. So, if you don't want to go to the bunker, I can give you a ride back to your house, apartment, or wherever, where you can wait for this thing out. Now, I know you've always been the lone wolf kind, but trust me. If one of those patrols sees you just on your bike, you are going to get mowed down. And I can't let you pass this point, or else you'll encounter those Central Intelligence spooks. Now, your second option, on the other hand, is to go back to the FOB with me when we get called back. Your dog dags-" Kevin pointed at them "Will get you into the place pretty easy, where you can chill until this blows over. At your home, you might be more comfortable, but at the FOB, you'll have more protection. But if they catch you there, I don't know what they'll do." He said.

"Your choice," Kevin said. He looked at the hand that was on his shoulder, he smiled a little, then looked back at her, waiting for her decision.

Meanwhile the black haired woman sat in her little cottage like abode on the edge of the city, nearly in a city. She had disregarded the missile once she had seen it, not really caring what would happen for the world was already complete and utter hell, to which she would be glad to escape to her untimely doom. Piercing blue eyes stared at the page of the book that sat in the freckled woman's hands.

For some reason she felt as if she could not concentrate no matter how hard she tried to, the missile thing kept distracting her. "That damned missile can go rot in purgatory for distracting me." She quietly cursed to herself, her eyes remained void of emotion.

Juzzo dropped her slim hand, and tilted her chin down a little. That small, cute face of hers was contoured with careful thought and planning as she considered her options.. She knew something big was going to happen, she could feel it. And she was getting a bad stomach over this man, but... Maybe it was just her sandwich. She was probably allergic to cheese.

Well, in the way she saw it, if she was at home, it was closer to the city, though it was the next town over, whatever was in this missile could reach her... She took some courses about this kind of thing... but she didn't pay attention.. Oh how she wished she actually stayed awake through most of it. Anyway, at home it may reach her...

However, going to FOB sounded appealing. Being just a squad commander, in charge of leading 8 men, Juzzo didn't think she would be able to get away with just strolling in that easily, since she was on leave for the moment.

Let's just put it this way.... For being sent home then launching a missile directly towards the location of her home almost 45 hours in.... It would seem like they wouldn't want her at any base... And it didn't even seem like the military actually cares about it's soldiers, half of the time.

Alright. Juzzo looked back up at him and gave him a slight smirk. She would stay with him, for the time being. "I'll stay with you for the time being... What happens to me later will be put against my name, It can't hurt so much... I know I won't be shot, so that's all the matters." Juzzo tried to push away the thought of being shot out her mind... There were a few incidents where she disobeyed orders and was almost shot... But she was a remarkable shooter, she was very agile, and small. Unusual characteristics for someone in her line of work.

"Great. If you want an extra uniform and such, there is one in the back of the Humvee. I don't know if it'll fit you though." Kevin said. "I'll be in the driver's seat getting out of the damned sun if you need me," Kevin said. He felt nervous around her. Maybe it was the fact that she had been in combat before. Maybe it was the fact that even though he was a Ranger squad leader who had never lead his squad into combat when she had. Maybe it was other things. He didn't know. All he knew was that he had to maintain a damn checkpoint that nobody would ever cross. While other ranger teams searched the woods with dogs to find some person hiding in a cabin, he was sitting in a Humvee, in the beating sun, wearing a combat uniform, guarding a checkpoint. He grabbed his sunglasses and put them on, then grabbed his water bottle. He leaned back and waited for Juzzo while listening to Nirvana in his one earbud. Only one, though, because he needed to be 'Alert in case of a situation development'.
Damn, his life in the army was not what he thought it would be.

The wind was steadily blowing through Marcus' hair. He sat on a chair, carving an apple with a large bowie knife, simply humming to himself and crunching down on the bits of apple. The horizon was bright in his eyes, he watched the sun as it watched him. He sat silently on the roof of his apartment complex. He contemplated to himself his time in the military as a marksman, he wasn't a very skilled shot, but following orders seemed to be what kept him in his position. Letting out a loud sigh as he stood up from his folding lawn chair, stretching and then proceeding to the staircase. A twist of his neck let out a loud crack and he smirked, sliding another slice of apple into his mouth.

Marcus continued on his way to his room, walking down a flight of stairs to the seventh floor of thirteen, to room 423, sliding a small key into the lock and opened the door, closing and locking it again as he entered his apartment. A large 50. Cal sniper rifle sat on the coffee table facing the sliding door window in the living room of the complex. Although Marcus was not a well known name within the military, he tended to keep himself in loop with other soldiers and commanders. He plopped himself down on the couch and lit up a cigarette, turning on the television for a few moments, browsing the channels as he cleaned and picked at his rifle, before packing it away into a large case. Taking his last few drags of his cigarette, it made its way to the ashtray, Marcus stood up and looked out the window, sighing again looking at the many different buildings and city views he could see. His complex faced the inner city, and was located just outside of the inner city limits so it allowed him an elevated view.

His eyes had already notices the copious amounts of civillians and military leaving the city. Gently rubbing his temple with his thumb and index finger, speaking out-loud, "I think today is gunna start out as one hell of a day. Heh, guess we better figure what the ruckus is all about." He seemed to personify his rifle as he wandered through his home gathering a few supplies and essentials into his large duffle bag. Marcus then continued to go out the door with his duffle bag over his shoulder, and his gun case in his other hand.

Traffic was a real pain as Marcus attempted to leave, but he wasn't trying to go through the city fast, no, he was attempting to gather intel, as all good soldiers do. Pulling up to a Military checkpoint, Marcus pulled over and came out of the vehicle, hundreds of other vehicles behind him, he approached one of the military officials. "Excuse me, my name is Corporal Wolfe of the 42nd Marksmen. What are these checkpoints for?" But his question was met with shushed tone and ushered behind a hummer truck by the highest ranking officer. "I'll be honest 'ere I don't know, neither do none of the boys here, but I suggest you go East out of the city, we are gunna be packed here for a couple of hours. I give you the best of luck Corporal." The officer then walked past Marcus putting a hand on his shoulder, giving a concerning look before returning to his post.

Marcus was ripping past cars deeper into the city, proceeding to the eastern side of the city, he was going much faster than the posted limit, but he knew something was up, something really bad. He met little resistance coming out of the city however, which he had found odd, but he pulled over three miles out, lighting up a cigarette and going on his HAM radio, broadcasting over most general military comms, perks of leaving the military. "Hey, this is Corporal Wolfe of the 42nd Marksmen, I am three miles east of the city, anyone willing to tell me what the hell is goin' on and how to help?" Marcus wasn't sure if he would get a response, but he wasn't going to wait to long for a response but long enough to give the chance to respond.

Kevin heard the call. He picked up the radio.
"Sir, this radio is for military officials only. I need you to get off of this channel. If you require assistance, ask one of the men at the bunkers. If you are having trouble locating a bunker, please tell me where you are so that I may help."
he said. It was a half lie. The guy was probably ex-military and was probably hoping a standard infantryman would help him, allowing him to take the car with minimal holes put in him. He was probably not going to expect a Humvee full of special forces troops to detain him. But that was beside the point. He was still lost, and Kevin needed to help. But his help had some restrictions: If he was outside of city limits, he would be detained or shot. If he was holding up a checkpoint, he would be shot. If he wasn't cooperating when they arrived, he was as good as dead. This morbid list went on. Kevin sighed and waited for a response, and for Juzzo to get in the car.
"This is going to be a long ass day," he said and held his M4A1 between his legs.
Maybe it was.
But for him, things were just geting started.

Breaking the sound barrier had granted Sevio some much needed distance between him and the jets, but the missile was still closing in on its target, right smack dab in the middle of the city, with hundreds of people gathered around wondering why they were asked to step outside for a vaccination instead of going to a designated hospital, church, or treatment center. But by the time they spotted the missile, it was too late to run.

Drawing on his power once again, Sevio reaches for the missile and coats it in a heavy mist of Light, trying to slow the missile down and bring it to a harmless stop. Unfortunately it wasn't just a simple matter of blowing the thing out of the air prematurely, if this thing exploded, casualties would ensue by the hundreds (and/or/of) thousands regardless. So, the missile had to be stopped from making impact and releasing the Bio-toxin it carried.

Sevio then strained himself pulling backwards on the missile in an attempt to stop it sooner, but it was like a spider trying to stop a car by wrapping it in webs. If it weren't so delicate a job it would have made Sevio's life a whole lot easier, but such was the luck he carried. He grew used to having to do pretty much everything the hard way. The missile still had a lot of momentum behind it, and Sevio wasn't slowing the thing down fast enough. It was beginning to look like he'd have to use his plan B after all. Bolster his power and try to contain the blast so it did as little damage as possible, but he questioned if that would stop the Bio-toxin or not...

Back at the Pentagon the General that fired the missile in the first place got on his own radio, "Attention all active Rangers and soldiers of the U.S. armed forces. This is your commanding General at the Pentagon. That missile must make contact with the ground and detonate. I'm issuing a head hunt order as well. The Presidential Super Secret Opperative known as Sevio Vatonage... Has gone rogue and is attempting to betray this country. If that missile does not kill him, he is to be killed on sight." the General says histarically, still believing that Sevio was the one in the wrong.

Juzzo tilted her head upon hearing the radio crackle, but then slid off her motorbike. Her bike went up to her chest, just under her breasts.... So small.. Mind, the bike was about medium sized. She left her bike standing, and walked towards the back of the Humvee, carrying her sleeved gun. Juzzo carried a gun identical to the famous M1903 Springfield, which was given to her. It was the only thing she really used, though she was a fine shooter on other guns, except a sniper. She couldn't deal with such a delicate weapon.

Juzzo climbed into the Humvee, and scuffled around to find a jacket and shirt. She already had her own military trousers on, so it was only the top she needed, and she never wore her hat.

"...Ah.." She found a folded uniform, and looked around for a smaller size. Finding the smallest size, Juzzo slid it on... The jacket was a little large on the sleeves, but when she rolled up the sleeves, It just looked like she was dressing a bit scruffily, and not that the clothes were too big.

Coming back out to sit next to Kevin in the front , Juzzo walked with a more serious step - An effect only a uniform could give her. She had to jump to get in, and held her rifle upright between her legs. She turned her head to Kevin, and shrugged, showing him her roughly scrunched up sleeves. "It looks like it fits, see..?" She explained triumphantly.

With his hand on the HAM, he took his hand off the microphone, talking aloud to himself. "Get a load of this guy, talk about pushy." Marcus put another cigarette in between his lips and lit them up before blowing out a cloud of smoke into the Comms. "I just wanna know what that Rocket is doing coming towards the city, not most observant of current events. I ain't in service, but I do know all my military protocols." Marcus took his cigarette out of his mouth and opened the door to his truck, stepping outside, standing next to his driver side door. He didn't like this, not at all, but before he could collect his thoughts something caught his eye. A large comet in the sky, but during the day, quickly Marcus dropped his radio and grabbed his gun case and set his rifle up on the side of his truck. His scope could see the missile in the air. His pupils dilated as wide as they could for a moment, but all he did was put the rifle down and out his cigarette. Jumping back into the truck he started it and began driving back towards the city, but instead to where the Military bunker may have been.


But within ten or fifteen minutes his truck was stuck in a mud pit, last time he'll take back roads, and still a couple miles out of the city in the middle of god knows where. "Hey, you guys willin' to pick me up, got myself stuck, and I am sure you could use to the able hands." He stated calmly over the radio before sitting in the bed of the truck and cracking open a bottle of water, watching the missile fly.

Kevin hit the dashboard of the Humvee.
"MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN-" he stopped.
"Sir, I am a member of the United States Army, 75 Ranger Regiment. Now, I must state again, return to a bunker or you will be escorted there if you require assistance please contact us. Unless you need help, please leave this channel. This is for authorized military personnel only." Kevin stated. He laid back.

When he got the second radio chatter, he responded. "Sir, where are you? Are you armed in any way? If you are, I must ask you to take any and all of your weapons and lay them in the road, and step at least 5 feet away from them. Failure to do so will result in you being detained or fired upon." Was his reply.

Hovering silently 100 yards away from Wolfe, was an MH-6 Little bird. With its IR camera it watched his every move, and if he were to make an aggressive one without properly disarming himself, he would soon find himself on the business end of a 50. Caliber sniper rifle.

"Oh," Kevin said "And also, I do not care if you 'Know protocol', I know my protocol too. And it states that any non-active servicemembers are forbidden from using a military radio, So give me your location and do NOT contact anyone else with it or you WILL be shot. Understood?"