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[NanLia]

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Ginny was not at all comforted by Jonah's answer; it was becoming clear she may have erred by signing with the government and agreeing to their terms. She nodded slowly, "Thank you, for being honest." The fact that even he suspected that they would resort to extreme measures meant that it was unlikely the future held anything pleasant for her and her family. There were only two choices: risk life and limb and leave everything behind and try on her on out on the road, but she had seen what had happened to just her neighbors, she doubted greatly they would survive long. Nashville didn't seem very promising, beyond being safe from the infected it brought a host of fears for Ginny. Charlie was a prime example of what could happen inside of Nashville and the man hadn't even had the time to push as far as he wanted.

Before she could speak more she heard a tiny voice from the doorway. "Mommy?" Jackson was peering around the door frame into the room cautiously, left unattended upstairs he had snuck out of the room after hearing voices down the hallway. Upon seeing his mother the young boy dashed across the room, bypassing the officer and into Ginny's open arms "Hi Jacks." She couldn't help but smile seeing her loving boys face again. She brushed the hair from this face, kidding his forehead gently. "Oh Jacks don't cry, it's alright." He sobbed a few words she didn't understand before she dragged him onto the bed with her, wiping away his tears. "Calm yourself," She crooned softly and after a few seconds he boy quieted enough to speak. "Emilia called me a Liza orphans." Once more the boy burst into tears and Ginny's heart broke. She held him tightly stroking her hand over his head and giving Jonah an apologetic look. When Jackson started to quiet again she spoke softly, but loud enough for the boy and Jonah to hear. "You didn't hear this from me but... I have it on good faith that Emilia is a liar."

Jackson giggled then, "Mom..." Ginny gave him a squeeze before patting his back. "Go get your sister." She said and the boy was quickly clambering from the bed and bypassing Jonah once more. When he was gone she spoke to Jonah once more. "I have a lot to fight for, Sergeant Decker, and I will fight as long and as hard as necessary to protect my family from anyone and any thing."
Safton


Katie nodded as Norman explained the reasoning behind the decontamination; it made far more sense now that he explained why and wasn't simply demanded it from them. Given the man was likely unused to dealing with the general public. Despite her sisters reluctance she would submit. "I'll go with you, do whatever it is you need to do to help this along. And I'll talk to Ginny. She's had a rough time of it here. Charlie, um. Specialist Wheeler? He's been, well and ass the past few months. And it's only been getting worse; he takes most of it out on Ginny so you'll have to forgive her for not really trusting the uniform.
St. Boethius DemetrioMachete

 

[Safton]

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Jonah gave Ginny a slight nod to her thanks. Honesty was the least he could give her; he just wished he could have had a better answer for her. The potential regret in her features was clear to see. Before he had a chance to reply, he heard a young boy's voice at the door. Turning, he saw the child from earlier, caring for Moose alongside his older sister. He remembered Ginny calling him "Jacks" on the way back to the farm. Looking at the boy, he couldn't help but see the resemblance between him and his mother. As he rushed into Ginny's waiting arms, Jonah didn't have the first chance to stop the broad smile that came to his face at the scene. As they spoke, he glanced down at the floor, crossing his hands in front of himself and taking a step back in order to give Ginny and her son some measure of privacy. He found himself hoping that somewhere back in Georgia, his former sister-in-law was giving his niece the same comfort, that familiar feeling returning to the pit of his stomach at the thought.

As Ginny gently dismissed Jackson to go fetch his sister, Jonah looked back up at her as she spoke. "I have a lot to fight for, Sergeant Decker, and I will fight as long and as hard as necessary to protect my family from anyone and any thing."

Jonah said nothing at first, turning his gaze from her to the door of the bedroom Jackson had fled out before looking back to her. "I don't doubt that for a second... and I can't fault you for it, ma'am," he said with quiet intensity. "For what it's worth, Nashville ain't perfect... but I honestly do think it's the safest place for you and your family." The corner of his mouth turned up slightly in a wan smile. "But at the end of the day it's your decision and I won't try to force your hand... regardless of what paper you signed."

He inclined his head to her. "I ought to let you get some rest. If you need anything, just let me or one of my guys know. I'll check in later. Goodnight, Miss-- Ginny." He turned on his heel, stepping out but stopping short at the doorway. "By the way, 'Jonah' will do just fine." With that, he stepped through the doorway and into the corridor.

NanLia ​

 

[NanLia]

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Ginny smirked, hearing Jonah asked to be called by his first name; she supposed if she demanded it from him, she could do the same if that was what he wanted. She would not be alone for long Jackson returning with his older sister; who was sporting her husbands letterman jacket no less. It took some time but she finally managed to get the two settled in bed with her and after a little while of talking, mostly explaining away where she had been and what had happened. Ginny had made it a point to never lie to her children after Joe's death, but she certainly omitted a great amount of the details from the past twenty-odd hours; certainly did not let them know she had been treed by a horde of infected.

Once the two seemed settled enough she opened the MRE Jonah had provided and insisted on the kids eating some of it as well, the nausea certainly had not passed but she made an effort to eat as much as she could stomach and drink more of the water in the hopes of helping her heal faster.
Safton

 

[St. Boethius]

Norman nodded as Katie explained why there was such tension between civilians and military. " I noticed the tension when I arrived. If your willing to write out a testimony of what has happened I can hopefully pull some strings and get Specialist Wheeler pulled." Norman said with a tired smile. It was truly a welcome sight for a civilian to understand his predicament and be willing to work with him. " And I would greatly appreciate it if you could put in a good word.... Mrs. Wallace." Norman rubbed the back of his head in nervousness, " As you can probably tell people aren't my strong suit. " Right after his much nicer conversation his attention was drawn towards the boxer and his coach. " Making sure that the disease doesn't spread and curbing it is my job Mr. Perkins. If you would comply with me we can make sure that the disease is stopped."
NanLia DemetrioMachete

 

[Safton]

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As Jonah descended the stairs, he saw Norman speaking to Katie and the two newcomers. He approached Katie first, speaking quietly "Your sis is tucked in with Jacks and Liza-May. I got her foot elevated... I think it's just a matter of making sure she gets plenty of bedrest."

He turned toward Norman. He wasn't sure if Chahal was annoyed with his dissent or not, but he was sure he'd find out soon enough. "How's it going down here? Are you going to need to run me through DECON or can I go ahead and start coordinating my guys on reinforcing the perimeter?"

NanLia
St. Boethius
DemetrioMachete ​

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Merlin shook his head, approaching Norman. This was getting too frustrating, now. Merlin thought it wise to come up with a comprimise.

"Aight, aight, look. I'll go do your little decontamination, thing. Can you promise me that after it's done, I can come back here?" Merlin paused.. It seemed odd to him that he wanted to remain here, even though he only just arrived.

"These folks already welcomed Jack and I into their home. I ain't no stranger to farmin, either. I grew up on a Michigan farm, so heh.. you know I had it rough in cold seasons. How long is that decontamination gonna take, anyway?"

St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Norman looked between Merlin and Jonah with a blank face. Both of them had asked their question and now looked to Norman for the answer. To Norman however the questions answered themselves and he was really quite confused as to why they were being asked. " Sergeant Decker you'll need to report for Decon just to be cautious. Decon usually takes about 15 minutes for us to spray you down and get rid of your clothes. Don't worry though we have some spare clothing to hand out. After that I don't care where you go so long as you don't leave the secured perimeter. If you leave we'll have to go through all the testing again."
DemetrioMachete Safton NanLia

 

[NanLia]

Washington, D.C. – Two Weeks before the Great Panic – Public View

Washington and its people have always prided themselves on being at the forefront and leading edge of any State-side or World issue and the Africanized Rabies was no different. Congress and the White house put stop gaps in place to ensure that if the virus were to come to their continent they would be ready: the Phalanx vaccine was pushed through final human testing to be provided on the open market country wide, all local doctors, nurses and first responders not only received the vaccine themselves, but were also trained to spoke the early signs of infection, and what to do with those believed to be infected.

Even with the world threatened by this next apocalypse Washington never missed a beat, it’s tourism was higher than ever people longing to see the White House or Lincoln Memorial, wanting to see the heart and brain of America.

Washington, D.C. – Upper levels of Government​

Months prior to the first signs of any infected reaching American shores the President and his Cabinet agreed to initiate the Redecker plan believing whole heartedly it was the only way the United States and her people would survive the coming days. Phase one had been initiated with full success, the military had created specially designed teams called ‘Alpha Units’ to be sent nationwide to seek out and eliminate any threat of the virus with extreme prejudice. This phase was conducted covertly, so much so that most of the Congress wasn’t even aware of it taking place. Phase two was initiated during and after what would be considered the Great Panic; people who could help fuel the survival of the country were sought out and made offers: Come work with us, do what you do best and we will ensure your safety in the coming days. They were shocked at how many people refused the offer, to the point where they began simply seizing what they needed to ensure their survival.

Washington, D.C – Great Panic

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While the rest of the country entered total chaos Washington set itself as an example, the public had been duly notified after the Presidential Speech that more information would be relayed and they were not disappointed. The public was given the necessary information to protect themselves from infection and the infected. Quarantine locations had been setup around the Capital City and people flocked to them in droves to not only be tested but with the hope that they could be saved. Many of those that arrived in the first days had nothing more than flu or colds, but soon some started arriving with the expected symptoms of the virus. These individuals were segregated from the general public and even those within quarantine to be handled by the Alpha Units in place.

Even after Chicago and New York felt he virus, Washington muscled on being a beacon of hope for those that had nowhere else to go, their homes lost to the dead.

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After returning to the US from being overseas Avi had been assigned to an Alpha Unit to assist in testing those Congress wanted to make offers to, and assist in the preliminary days of eliminating the virus on American shores. She had witnessed horrors with the Alpha Unit she doubted she would ever forget. Each and every night she relived those moments of terror when she witness the Alpha Unit doing exactly what it had been assigned to do. If she or another doctor on the team gave the signal whomever they had been called to investigate would be eliminated, homes, barns and entire fields of crops burnt to the ground.

More often than not the individuals she flagged as infected were long past consciousness, the virus killing them slowly and painfully and the Alpha Unit was a swift from of euthanasia, but on rare occasion they would come across a family that were recently infected. Assigned locally because of the rumor there was someone infected, and just hours before said infected at attacked a family. Many a times Avi had left the house of a family flagged as infected giving them false reassurances they would be okay only to send the Alpha Unit in. And each and every time she cried herself to sleep.

Her Alpha Unit had told her to toughen up; even Sergeant O’Donovan had become annoyed with her soft hearted nature. She was thankful, in the end, that once it became clear the Alpha Units were no longer functioning as a preventative measure she and the other medics were assigned to Washington to assist with creating and maintaining a safe zone there.

While she still had to flag individuals for elimination, it was not nearly as devastating; only 1 in every 10 of her patients within the quarantine zone would flag as carrying the virus. The whole of Washington was set up as a natural barrier for any hordes, using both military and civilians once out of quarantine to help support the lines and keep the infected at bay. The Quarantine Zone was within the central portion of the city, blockaded by fences. Each doctor and nurse on side was assigned between thirty of fifty patients to do regular tests on over a period of 72 hours; if the patient was clear after this point with no signs if infection they were emitted into the workforce to help continue the cause. Avi’s section only had twelve patients currently, having just released a family of twenty-two the day before; she was expecting more to assign to her any day now. Section #JAS-1894
Jackstack

 

[Safton]

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Jonah frowned at the news from Norman, though he hardly expected anything else. Giving the man a nod, he didn't waste any time in heading outside, where he collected the bloodied bush axe where he had left it and moved on toward the ad-hoc decontamination tents set up by Norman's team. He had to admit some level of respect for the CBRN Specialists -- they certainly didn't waste any time. The process was relatively painless... aside from the needle sticks and the brief argument he had with one of the CBRN Specialists who insisted on disposing of Jonah's blade due to its exposure to infected blood; he managed to convince them to instead sanitize the weapon. It came out looking even more polished than before, which he morbidly considered a win.

After the decontamination process was complete, he was allowed to don a spare uniform shirt and pants he'd brought with him from Nashville, the chilly night air also convincing him to grab his tan fleece cap. Once that was complete, he gathered up his small complement of Engineers in order to brief them on the task ahead. Darkness or not, Zack wouldn't be waiting for them.

St. Boethius ​

 

[NanLia]

“Well I have news.” Robert Henley stated as he followed the lamp light through the darkened parking garage to his and Naris evening meeting place. He was not disappointed to find Nari already there, seated at the edge of the bed of the pickup, pulling off her boots.

“Good or bad?” She asked tossing the second boot onto the concrete floor before meeting his gaze. She smiled slightly and blushed, before rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh, immediately starting to pull her shirt over her head.

“Depends on how you see it,” He joined her, working at the buttons of his shirt. “Spoke to Nashville, looks like they’ve assigned another Sergeant to help O’Donovan with TREPE. Says he’ll look into what Nashville can do once he’s back from Montana.”

Nari’s raised an eyebrow clearly unimpressed. “What, is he on vacation?” Henley laughed crawling across the bed of the truck to lay in the soft bedding they had created.

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“So what does this mean?” Nari asked in the darkness, curled up at her lover’s side. She would never admit to it but these were her favorite moments; content, warm and feeling appreciated. She loved the feeling of Robert playing with her hair, he has always seemed infatuated with its color but more so since she’d gone the hue he had requested.

“Nothing has changed on our end, not yet at least. We’re still aiming for Nashville and if they can meet us closer, great.” She could tell by his voice he doubted greatly they would be meeting them anywhere, at this point she wasn’t even certain if they would let them in; at the very least they had the hydroponics farmer they wanted and he could be their ticket in.

 

[NanLia]

Katie was relieved to her that Jonah was able to get Ginny settled, and it was good to hear that her kids had found her, even if she had given them strict instruction not to leave the room until called upon; but really her own 'kids' didn't even listen to her so why would she expect anything else from the rest of them?

Katie smile to Norman and nodded, she could see that the man was just trying to do his job. She heard Merlin's concerns and quickly stepped in. "I'm sure we won't be gone long." She assured him, "And you're more than welcome back here, we can use all the help we can get really. With Ginny laid up now we'll need help with the herd, you any good with cattle?"
St. Boethius DemetrioMachete

 

[Safton]

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Jonah wasted no time briefing his two-man engineering team on what needed to be done. The attack had made it abundantly clear that any large horde wouldn't be fazed by the current fence and they didn't have the ammunition to man the perimeter with armed guards indefinitely. Without needing to be told, both Soldiers had already surveyed the inner perimeter and questioned the farmhands about what materials were available for fortifying the property.Jonah had hoped for a large stockpile, but was ultimately disappointed. There was a collection of leftover timber -- most of it in serviceable condition -- in the barn and other areas, along with a supply of supplies for fence-mending.

Decker made a plan to gather up any able-bodied adults they could in the morning -- military, civilian, or otherwise -- and put them to work. He and the other two Engineers hashed out a rough draft of a plan, complete with crude sketches. Attempting to fortify the entire fence line around the property -- pastures and all -- was a fool's errand. It would take weeks and more materials than they had on hand. Instead, they would focus the bulk of their efforts and resources on the area surrounding the farmhouse, along with the barn and the immediate surrounding field. Protect the people and the herd, not the land.

Most of it would consist of reinforcing the fence itself, shoring up any sections that appeared to be damaged or weakened. However, they'd also supplement it with barricades of plywood, bags of sand or fertilizer, and sheet metal at the choke points. Pitfalls and trenches would be dug in the pasture -- plain enough to see for any human or cow, but a ghoul would walk right into them and become trapped or at least temporarily immobilized. Meanwhile, they'd have to rely on roving patrols to keep watch over the herd when they went out to graze. It was an imperfect solution, but it was all they'd be able to manage for now.

Jonah dismissed his Engineers, knowing they all had an early morning ahead of them: volunteers to be gathered and fortifications to build. Once he made sure that the sentinels were posted and their schedule established, Decker made his way back to the farmhouse to check in with the inhabitants before he could retire to a tent for the night.

 

[NanLia]

Kaite smiled politly to Norma, "You know what, it's getting quite late. How about I round up the household for you first thing in the morning? That way you and your men can get a good night's sleep, Marta and I can make you guys something decent for breakfast, and then we can get the whole process done at once. I'll even get Ginny to roll over, alright?" She glanced to Marta, "Let's get these two set up on the sofa bed in the living room." She watched as the older woman left to get some fresh linens.

Katie then turned to Merlin and Jack. "Sorry we don't have much else to offer right now, the bedrooms are kind of occupied, but I'm sure we can work something else out going forward, until we all leave for Nashville." Soon after Marta returned and the two set up the sofa bed for their new guest's to sleep in. Marta had already headed upstairs to check on the children, whilst Katie waiting downstairs to make sure Merlin and Jack both settled in.
St. Boethius DemetrioMachete

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Merlin gave a small laugh. It was a lot less than he was expecting it to be.

"Gah, that's nothing. Alright, let's do it." He beckoned for Jack to follow Norman, and once they reached the area, Merlin parted with his weapon. He had only done a rudimentary job of cleaning it off, and so it appeared blackened on the spikes.

"Before I left Battle Creek, I uh.. had a run-in with some guy. Covered in wounds, limping around.. trying to bite me. I can tell you I hit him in self-defense.." He didn't want to be accused of hiding anything from the soldiers, and so he felt fine in handing them his brass knuckles before stripping himself down to be sprayed. Jack followed suit, albeit with a deal more reluctance and time spent digging ammo out of his pockets.

When all was said and done, Merlin and Jack put on the spare clothes left for them, and, paranoid about where their parameters lay, didn't move far from where they had been decontaminated. Neither one of them had gotten their weapon back. While Merlin was calm about it, Jack lacked the same patience. He found Norman again, popping his joints as he readied his question.

"So are we getting our heat back? I ain't the best with a gun, but I think it's a bad idea to keep Merlin without those spiked knuckles. That monster knocks down people for a living, imagine what he'd do to those creepy folk!"

St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Norman watched as Jack and Merlin left with one of his subordinates to go through decontamination. When they were both gone Norman turned to acknowledge Katie, " As much as I would like to disagree with you Miss.... Katie I think your right. We'll wrap up the testing with those two and I can let my men rest." Norman rubbed his forehead in anxiety as he tried to figure how quickly it would take to clear the entire population. Then there was the matter of a disposal site he needed to ask the Engineer Corps to make so they had a place to burn infected bodies. Not to mention with so much going on Norman hadn't even had the opportunity to mourn the deaths of his parents. The stress and fatigue were hanging on Norman like weights. He was worried that if he slowed down he wouldn't be able to perform correctly. " That's all for testing tonight. Rest up, I'll ask about a disposal site before heading to bed myself." Norman said through his radio. While his men would probably be thankful for the rest for Norman it was probably going to be another sleepless night. " Thank you for understanding where I'm coming from Katie. I'll leave the convincing to you." He said with a strained smile.

When Jack and Merlin got back from Decon as far as he was concerned they were good to go. Then they started asking about their weapons. As much as he didn't like non military having weapons it was an all hands on deck type of situation. " You can have both of them back once they've been thoroughly sterilized. That should be done tonight but that gun.... if you're going to use it, your going through training. I'll not have a stray bullet injuring anyone."
NanLia DemetrioMachete

 

[general ostruppen]

Two weeks before the Great Pandemic
It was 6:00 A.M when the clock started to beep, Peter opened one out and stared at the clock for a good long while. He slowly stretches his hand out and finally silences it. He turns to the other way of the bed to see the beautiful lovely wife of his, he leans in and kisses her on the forehead with a good morning. Which her wife replied with a small grunt sound of dissatisfaction. He smirks and heads to the bathroom and looks himself in the mirror. "Just two more months bud, just two more months until retirement." He goes on to finish all his usual hygienic and suits up in his military uniform. He then heads downstairs and makes himself a small breakfast of toast and butter, with some black coffee. He hears footsteps and he turns to see his wife in a bathrobe, she gets close and hugs peter while also laying her head on his chest. "That coffee is for me right?" ​

"When did I become a butler?" peter grinned at her and wraps his arm around her waist. "Since you woke me up." The coffee was completed and his wife reaches in for the steal and blows on it before taking a small sip. "So are you excited for retirement?" Peter slowly snatches the coffee mug away from her, "I've been longing for this since I joined the military hon *Sip* plus I've been meaning to finally go to that trip to Hawaii for a damn long time." Peter lets her go and quickly finishes up his breakfast and searches for his keys. His wife jingles the keys from the kitchen, Peter returns to award her with a kiss and receives the key. "Your a lifesaver you know that?" She looks at him with a snarky look, "Oh yes what would you do without me." He gives her one last kiss before heading out and starting his car.

He arrives to work and takes off his beret while greeting the front office with a formal greeting and walks by the resting lounge, he stops and goes back to the resting lounge to find quite a few officers eyeballing the TV. It was CNN covering a report about a group of people who had viciously attacked customers at a Walmart this morning in Tallahassee. Peter didn't care for the report and spotted Major Stone. "Morning Major." The major turns to peter and salutes him which he salutes back, "Hey sorry sir me and some of the other fella's were kind caught up with the news that just came out. I got some relatives that live there." Peter nods, "Well I'm sure there safe...Anyways don't stay here to long alright?" Stone nods and goes back to watching the news with a stern look. It was kinda strange how he was concerned over an incident at a Walmart. He arrives at his office and sits down to set up his laptop. He goes through the usual work and goes through documents and orders. He eventually receives an email which detailed that their would be a private conference with....High command. This was a bit strange but it detailed the building and time of place. Rather what was more strange was that it was scheduled within the next hour.

One hour later
Peter found himself in a packed conference room with about 50-60 high ranking officers. Small chatter about the reasoning for being here was interrupted when General Joseph L. Votel himself entered the room along with several other staff members. The room went silent as they stood at attention and saluted the general. The general salutes and tells everyone to "At ease". Peter understood now that the situation must be serious if the General of Central Commands was holding a private conference.

"Gentleman I would like to thank you all for arriving here. Many of you may be wondering why you are here and in which I will address....The president of the United states along with the Secretary of Defense are preparing within a week or two to set up Martial Law. This is largely due to a deadly disease that is unknown to the public. We have information from the CDC that the infection is becoming to the point of pandemic. Estimation of critical results will be within several weeks, we are not expected to be able to contain the spread of the disease. However the President and high command have established the 'Redecker plan' which is a defensive strategy to hold out in these five locations (A projector behind him reveals the map with stars indicating the locations). You fellow officers are to help in directing the preparation of this inevitable battle for the survival of not only the U.S, but also Humankind. Currently we are preparing for phase one, we are to defend Fort Benning at all cost, until all materials and military equipment are extracted and sent to Nashville. We will also have a secondary objective to save and extract as many civilians as we can. However we will not tolerate in those who wish to obstruct the flow of order for the sake of their own survival. There will of course be civilians who will desperately attempt to try and board the transport helicopters that we have here. The Air field will be under heavy guard and heavily regulated by the 75th Ranger Regiment. The rest of the troops stationed here will be guarding the north, south, and eastern parts of the area. Luckily we have the Chattahoochee river to be our barrier against any unwanted visitors near the airport. Also we will also have several engineer brigades rig the bridges to the north to buy us time in the case of our first line of defense falling. Other than that there's nothing else to cover. Each of you will be given your assignments and immediately put onto affect. I must also advise you to not speak of any of this that you have just heard to your family, friends, or any other outside source.......You are all dismissed."

Peter was confused and dumbfounded by the briefing they just received. A disease that could actually reanimate the dead was a bit.....Bizarre and stupid. It was pretty much something out of a horror movie. He leaves the conference room in a hurry and calls his headquarters. "Lieutenant Carlos I need you to get everyone in the regiment to report to the training grounds ETA 45 minutes. This is a emergency meeting and we gotta move fast."
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The day turned out to be a crappy hot day in Alabama as the 75th Ranger Regiment (What remains) rests about 10 kilometers from Huntsville. One of the Humvee's had broken down and the column had no choice but to stop. Peter sits in his Humvee and stares at the photo of his wife and kid, he smiles. Suddenly one of the Seargents come up to him. "Hey sorry to interrupt sir, but we got some bad news." Peter grumbles a bit, "Just give it to me straight sergeant."

"Well the car battery is much dead and the wires have been torn apart thanks to that skirmish back in Fort Payne. We'll have to abandone it and carry it on another one of our vehicles."

"That's fine, just get us moving quickly, were sitting ducks if we don't hurry to Nashville and report in."

The soldier nods and jogs off. Peter continues to stare at his family photo as the only thing that kept coming into mind was if his wife and daughter truly made it to D.C.​

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[Safton]

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Jonah cut his visit to the house short, seeing those inside dispersing to bed or the DECON area. He made his way to the small "tent city" that had been set up for the military personnel alongside their vehicles. Peeking into the closest tent, he was surprised to see Royce curled up atop a sleeping bag -- Miller's, no doubt, though the MP was nowhere to be seen and likely pulling the first guard shift -- breathing softly. At the sound of Jonah entering, the Dutch Shepherd's ears perked up as his brown eyes locked on the Sergeant, his tail thumping against the floor of the tent twice.

Jonah smiled, reaching down to rub the working dog behind the ears before laying out his own sleeping bag that he had collected from the back of the LSSV. Setting his gear aside and stripping out of his clothing, he crawled into the sleeping bag and closed his eyes. He expected to lay awake for several minutes in the unfamiliar place, stressing over what had happened and what still needed to be done to keep everyone at the farm alive until the convoy arrived.

He was out within seconds of his head hitting the bag.

 

[general ostruppen]

The Great Pandemic
Peters Military Log: Week 1
During the first week before the Great Pandemic, the 75th Ranger regiment were assigned different missions and tasks to complete before we had to switch to phase 2 of the plan. 1st Battalion which I had personally taken direct control, were tasked in defending the airport within Fort Benning. With the Chattahoochee river covering our western flank we only had to lightly fortify it with extra barb wiring and a few sentries. 2nd Battalion under Major Stone were tasked to secure the downtown area of Columbus and set up a safe point for the CDC task force. 3rd Battalion were under a secret mission to rescue several political members and scientist that were needed to make it to the airport. Things were going smoothly for the past several days. But on the third day, reports had been brought in that the infection was now starting within our area. Other battalions like the 98th Training Division were tasked in holding the entrance points and key strategic area's. One of them nearly broke after a large group of civilians desperately attempted to get in, along with other infected individuals that were 'consuming' others. Brigadier General Miles Davis was hesitant to give the orders to open fire. But he did which helped. That may sound a bit mad coming from me, but it was better that way as results showed. The fort was safe and it gave a clear message to the civilians that if they wanted in, they had to do it the proper way. We were given strict orders to check every individual person before letting them in. If a infected is located we are to detain them and dispose of them. I personally didn't see this order be carried out, and thank god I didn't.

By the end of the week we had managed to extract around 2,300 civilians. There were still so many lives needed to be saved, but their just weren't enough transports. Most of the choppers were being used to carry military equipment and hardware to Nashville and D.C. Of course with every passing day came with a more shittier day. One of the civilians that managed to get to my sector through the checking points went fucking nuts after she was told that one of the transports were carrying to many and she couldn't board it. She yelled, cursed, and bitched on about how she was some important woman of some sort. I personally came up to her and tried to calm her down. Course all she had in her mind was getting on that chopper. I gave her an option which luckily shut her up, I told her "Either you wait calmly like the others for the next lift, or I'll personally detain you and bunch you up with the infected." She stared at me, thinking that I was bluffing. I gave her a stern look and told her that "I don't bullshit little lady." With that statement it got her to shut up and sit down. I remember one of the privates coming up to me and ask "Were you actually going to put her with the other infect sir if she didn't comply?" I looked at him and didn't flinch, "Honestly kid.......Yes I would've."

Peters Military Log: Week 2
Things are going hectic now, communications are starting to fall apart amongst the ranks. Just yesterday we had lost contact with Major Stone and the few remaining elements of 2nd battalion at the Northside High School. I quickly dispatched a small squad to extract any remaining units that might've been alive. However by the time they had arrived the entire school was completely over run with the infected. Signs of life were nowhere and the endless wave of those undead freaks was too much. Major stone and 3rd battalion had done their duty till the end. I damned myself for not ordering the retreat when I had the chance, but Major Stone had convinced me that he and his unit could still hold. That was before we had lost communication. I knew why tho he had wanted to stay and continue fighting. It was his 17 year old son Thomas and his wife Julie that he was hoping to find. As a Husband/Father I understood his reasoning, but as a soldier I knew that what I was doing what was considered absolutely stupid. But I gave in to his wish and allowed him more time to search for his son. Now he's dead along the other units that fought on. 2nd Battalion were ordered to remain within the Air base and defend it. The remains of the 98th Training Division were pushed back from the entry points, but luckily we rigged what remained of the bridges. But that still didn't stop the undead of just floating across the damn river.We had put up a hastily erected defense, along with some trigger happy rednecks who happily joined in the shooting. For 3 hours we were actually pushing back the undead, I even thought to myself that we could possible push back and take the river again. But my logistic officer had reported that we had gone through 72% of all our ammunition. Because of that I gave the order to have the troops pack up whatever equipment and supply that they can and to head out. One of the last transports were about to head out, but I stopped it. My wife and kid needed to get out of this hell hole. Originally I was suppose to be out of here by now, but my family had to come first. Besides my boys here need me to lead em out of here.

With the last transport heading out, I led the remaining elements of the 75th Ranger Regiment and the 98th Training Division onto a fight for our lives. Driving in our Humvee's and trucks, shooting our assault rifles and 50. calls onto the undead horde. Along the way we tried our best to take as many civilians as we could. Course we had run out of room and we had to keep going. We exited out from the southern exit with no trouble. We then made our way to an area called holy Trinity. There several large churches with large groups of civilians packed within them. The priest who had runner the place was a bit to calm for norm. He and the others within the churches apparently believed that this was their Salvation day, I wouldn't really see why they would see it that way. But we kept pressing on towards to Alabama.​

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The column continue forward as the troops started to close in on Winchester. So far no trouble was to found other then the occasional blocked roads and large amounts of hordes that they had to avoid. Eventually the column had to once again stop due to the shortage of gas. The troops set up a perimeter as Peter and the other Officers gather around his Humvee to look upon a map.​

"So far we haven't runned into any major trouble so far so count us lucky. We'll need to scrounge around for fuel and supplies luckily there's a gas station about 4 miles up from here. Captain Bzowski you and your platoon will be taking upon this mission. Take about 40 Jerry Cans and one of our Humvees. You will not engage any infected with your damn assault rifles. These things are attracted to noise so if you have to I want you to use your bayonets and combat knives to take em out. Got it?"

The Captain nods his head in which Peter sends him off. He looks back at the map and looks at the distance they have to cover. There radios were still short distance from the location, but if they manage to get to Shelbyville, they might be able to get a proper signal. Tho that's if they get there in one piece.

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[NanLia]

Military had been posted at the inner sanctum of Washington, keeping a tight perimeter and a strong hand on it's residence since the beginning of the plague. All traffic that approached the inner cities various gates was stopped and inspected. After which it's passengers would be sent through DECOM with their belongings; there were no exceptions to this; no one to get around it, no matter their level in congress, military or wanted due to Redeker plan.

As Houston and Jackson approached the gate, behind a long line of other weary travelers, they were directed to pull their vehicle aside for inspection. Both men were asked to exit the vehicle as it was searched, all items be it food, weapons or clothing were removed and set aside, the vehicle then searched a second time with dogs. "Alright," The officer turned back to the two that were waiting, handing over a carbon copy of paper that listed their belongings. He tapped the code #JAS-1894 at the top. "You'll enter the city here on foot, your vehicle stays here and is forfeit for the cause but you can keep your stuff. It'll be returned to you when you're done quarantine and if it passes DECOM." He pointed towards the gate where others were entering on foot, receiving clipboards and pens.

One the two had cleared to the gate both men were provided with the clipboards and pens. "Fill this out, " he civilians stated, glancing at the code at on his inventory sheet. "Take this with you and follow the blue marked path all the way to the end. Once there, turn in the clipboards and you'll be given your rank and file, as well as your first medical exam before being admitted into quarantine." The man turned and shouted "Next!"
Jackstack

 

[Jackstack]

Houston ​

He took the clipboard and filled out all the information he could give. Most of it was easy, his family was open about medical issues, and the other stuff was general self knowledge. Both Jackson and Houston filled out the forms as they walked. There wasn't much conversation, because both were thinking of what was going to happen next. They'd probably be screened for the disease, and then what. Would they sit in huge tents waiting for something to happen? Would they be put to work immediately, and what would Houston's work entail? He had worried that maybe they would put him on guard duty, a task that he never thought he have to do. After the journey from Pittsburgh to Albany, and Albany to D.C., he thought that he should be grateful for making it without injury. But his survival instincts had not come down from their high yet. Jackson spoke up once he was done filling his out, "What happens after we get in there?" Houston shrugged, "We'll probably be assigned a cot or something, and then I bet the waiting game begins. I don't know if they have anything for us to do" Jackson sighed, "Absorb oxygen, eat, sleep, and repeat...awesome." and that's when they came to the medical station. The soldier behind a table with a computer and a bunch of papers held out their hand for the clipboards, "Give the the board, please.". Houston took Jackson's and handed them both to the soldier. The soldier then pointed to two processing stations, "You on the left," pointing to Houston, "You on the right" and they must have thought it was a given that they were talking about Jackson. They both walk through the entrances, and Houston could no longer see Jackson. Once he was inside, a soldier, most likely a doctor in camouflage, took out a blood vial. There was a needle attacked to it and they told Houston to lift up his arm. Before the doctor stuck it in, they wiped the area that was going to be pricked by the needle with iodine. Then the needle went into Houston's arm, he could see the blood filling the vial. Once that was done, he put the vial on a try with other samples as well. He took out a cotton ball and a piece of tape to cover the needle puncture. He directed Houston to another part of the processing process, "This is a more general physical. They'll take you'r blood pressure, hear you heartbeat and breathing, and test for any other more easily apparent anomalies." Once he got in there, he was asked to take of his pants and shirt. They put a stethoscope to his chest, then they put it to his back, "Okay, take several deep breaths." and that was over. Another doctor took his blood pressure and checked his body over for any scratches or bites. They told him to put his clothes back on and he walked out and was told to wait at the exit. There was another line before he could enter the quarantine, people were handed papers and other things as well. Most of it looked like their belongings. When he stepped out, Jackson looked like he had already been waiting for a minute or two. Jackson asked, "How'd it go?", "Fine, just like any sports physical, except for the blood taking part." and Jackson agreed.

 

[NanLia]

With the new induction of patients into her segment rose from her desk and smiled pleasantly behind the clear plastic shield that covered her face. “Hello, Hi. My name is Doctor Singh but you can just call me Avi. Please have a seat while we wait for your blood test results, it should be long now.” The area of closed off with fencing, barbwire at the top; security measures she didn’t like but knew the necessity of. Among those that had been added to her segment were Jackson and Houston, both men looked worn out but she knew things would only get better from here forward.

Within a few minutes another medically garbed nurse was striding into the area with a series of clipboards. Avi took them and thanked the other before turning to face the small crowd of people. “Alright,” She shuffled through the boards looking for and indicators someone was infected. “Looks like you’ve been cleared preliminary tests, our quarantine works in segments, but you’ll be with me through the entire time. Twice daily we take blood for testing, and six times daily I measure your vitals; most doctors won’t explain but I feel like this is too invasive not to. We’re searching for the virus, the one that you’re fleeing from to here.” She looked over the group of people she had within her segment. “We have found that some people can succumb to the infection quickly while others react slowly. No longer than two days.”

She smiled pleasantly, “If you’ll all please follow me.” She turned and headed down a fenced ‘hallway’ where a garbed soldier unlocked the fence gate and let them through to the next portion. Beyond it was what could be called nothing but a tent city, but it was well organized. Looking beyond it was easy to see how the segments were separated. Avi’s fencing all hand pink ribbon coiled along the top. She stopped at the center of the empty tent city and faced her small group. “The Smith….?” She looked up from the top board, when a small distraught family stepped forward she lead them to one of the larger tents. Within was a medical waste bin, changes of clothing; hospital garb and scrubs mostly, and cots with blankets food and water.

Once the family was settled she came back. “Jackson and Houston....?” She nodded toward another tent and led them there. “Please change out of that clothing and leave it in the bin. I hope you don’t mind the two of you sharing a bunk, but your documents showed that you both arrived together.” This will be your home for the next twenty-four hours, after you pass the next series of exams, we’ll move everyone to the next segment and so forth until you pass out of quarantine. Is there anything else I can get for either of you?”
Jackstack

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Jack waved this off, almost as though he were expecting Norman to be reluctant to give back his gun. He seemed more lenient on Merlin's case though.

"Yeah, alright alright. Any idea on how long sterilization takes? What about gun training? The situation here seems a little hectic, is why I'm askin'."

Merlin stayed seated, patiently waiting to have his weapon returned to him. Anyone who had watched his matches would know he was incredibly patient when it came to getting his way, usually through punching.

St. Boethius

 

[Jackstack]

Jackson and Houston​

As he followed the doctor, Singh, he held some of the possessions they came with in his hands. It looked like the military kept any weapons or perishable item, and they had only been given things such as his radio and clothes, they even kept the rope. Even though he was uneasy about them taking these things, it made him feel defenseless, he was still calm. Outside these walls, and beyond the guns, there was only chaos. Every second he was out there, everything was done deliberately and quickly. It was as if they he was running on pure survival instinct. Here, he was allowed to be taken out of that mindset. He felt everything was under control and organized, like how the world was before the infection began to spread. As he listened to her, he didn't really think about the disease part of the base. He thought he would walk in, and wait for something to happen. But, it wasn't something that was unnecessary. When both he and Jackson got to where there tent was, they were asked if they needed anything, "No, just to end this as quickly as possible." Jackson said with a smile. Houston looked over to Jackson and then back to Doctor Singh, he too was smiling, "Yea, we're fine." and waited for to leave before they entered their tent.

 

[NanLia]

With everyone settled for the evening Katie and Martha retreated upstairs to rest for the night. It was the first peaceful sleep the civilians at Wallace farms had received in a very long time; something with the new military presence on the farm was a comfort, even if they hadn’t proven themselves one way or another they were a sign of hope that things could be better soon.

The following morning Katie woke early to take up the reigns of her sisters typical morning work; she knew Ginny wouldn’t be up for much more than rest. She woke her step-sons and enlisted them to help with the cattle. She knew she couldn’t let them out into the fields to roam like Ginny liked, not without more discussion with the two new Sergeants on the property. Already the other civilians were starting to rise, ready to head out to relieve the night watch posted along the fence lines and give them a break, knowing the reserves would not.

Katie and her boys headed out to the farm, ignoring Charlie’s inquires as to how Ginny was feeling. The man was seated on the front porch of the house, and as much as Katie wanted to send him packing she knew she needed to put up a better image to Jonah and Norman; if Nashville was going to work, she and Ginny would need allies there. At the barn she quickly threw open the doors and stepped back, knowing the herd would be anxious for freedom; Ginny’s cows particularly. They were unused to being barned at night usually roaming free all the time all year round. As expected the beef cattle were on the move as the doors were starting to open, snorting their content and tossing their heads. Behind them were Ginny’s horses; Moose included. The knobby kneed beast whined and came to see Katie at the fence line no doubt looking to score a treat. With the food supplies run low, there was no treats –hard candy in particular, to share with the skittish horse.

Ginny woke early but never moved from the bed. Liza-May and Jackson both neatly tucked into either side of her would have been more than enough to keep her within the bed, but to her surprise one, or both of them, had sought out Joe’s lettermen jacket and had draped it over the three of them at some point in the night. She could hear people rising within the house, getting ready for another day of hard work. She felt guilty staying in bed, not contributing but she ached. Her hips and tail bone screamed each time she moved even the slightest; likely from how she had been seated on the tree branch. Her ankle continued to throb reminding her of what had happened, what nearly had happened.

She dozed in and out of sleep for what she could only assume was hours before she decided she did need to get up. Even injured she had work to do; the first was feeding her people. She had managed to stash the food she had found the other day and for safe keeping only she knew where it all ways. With Jonah now in place she hoped that they could return to what it had been, months ago. She shifted, pushing herself up to sit and her head swam, and the room spun until she rested back against the headboard of the bed, and closed her eyes.

“Mommy?” Jackson’s tired voice forced her to open her eyes no matter how she felt. She smiled seeing the boy was still asleep cuddled against her side. She reached down to gently stroke his hair out of his eyes as they blinked open. “Is it time to get up?”

She was lost in how much he looked like Joe, not just the hair and eyes but compare Jackson to a picture of Joe at the same age and they would like the same person. “No baby, “She smiled softly, but was lifting the boy to slide over her body, next to his sister. “Stay in bed with Liza-May, I’ll make something for breakfast.” She waited until it was clear Jackson was going to fall back asleep before she made her second attempt at getting out of bed.

Attempt two was far more successfully than its predecessor. She managed to swing both legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, despite the room spinning and making her nauseous. After searching the bed stand she found the water bottle provided to her from Jonah and drank the rest of it quickly. It worked enough to sooth her roiling stomach for the time being but she certainly did not regret no eating the brownie MRE he had provided; instead she had given it to her kids knowing they were hungry, like everyone else here.

She dragged Joe’s coat over her shoulder, slipping her arms through the sleeves and slinging Jonah’s coat over her shoulder. She was still feeling cold and the effects of hypothermia; it would take time to recover and that wasn’t something she had spare of for the moment. She made it to her feet but couldn’t put any weight on her injured ankle; she had pushed herself the night before, an adrenaline and the thoughts of seeing her kids again. Ginny managed to hobble her way to the door and out into the hall as quietly as possible before she needed a rest.

The subsequent staircase was easier to manage than she first thought it would, taking a page from her nine-year old son’s book she sat on the top stair and slowly lowered herself down each steps so she wouldn’t need to use her injured leg at all. She had little doubt had anyone in the house caught her in doing this it would have been embarrassing, but she was thankful enough it seemed most people were either at their duties or still asleep. Ginny made it to the front door and onto the porch before she realized Charlie was there on her swing. “Get away from my house.”

Charlie was rising, looking both angry and sympathetic. “Why do you still have that old thing?”

Ginny looked down to see Joe’s coat before she glared at the man. “Get away from my house Charlie. I understand you need to be here for whatever reason, but you don’t need to be near me or mine. Get!”

Charlie leaned against the rail of the house, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not going anywhere Gin. It’s my job to make sure you are safe and healthy and clearly you can’t be trusted to do either on your own.” He advanced but stopped as she scrambled back wincing at the sudden movement.

 

[Safton]

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Jonah had managed to get several hours of deep albeit not comfortable sleep before being roused for his watch. He could have "delegated" the task to one of the TREPE team members or even a civilian (the latter of which he trusted more than Wheeler and his Guardsmen at the moment). However, he had a general rule when it came to leadership and work ethic -- whether during his time in the Corps or working as a crew chief for Rossi -- that involved never expecting something of one's subordinates that you weren't willing and able to do yourself when needed. It was his father's influence on him at work that saw to that.

After taking a moment to sip from his canteen and splash a few handfuls of water on his face, Jonah donned his parka and watch cap before gathering his gear and climbing out of the tent as quietly as possible. The sun wouldn't be up for a few hours yet and the night had an unseasonable chill to it. All the same, Jonah took up a position on the outer perimeter, eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of wandering Zack. None showed, allowing Decker some measure of solace as he enjoyed the rolling Montana fields as soon as the first traces of sunlight revealed it to him.

Before long, he heard and saw the rest of the TREPE team climbing out of their tents to prepare for the day ahead. Most of the civilians were still asleep, but that was fine by Jonah. They'd be needing their help later and he preferred them well-rested. Jonah briefly met up with Miller for the first time since yesterday, thanking him (and Royce) for his help retrieving Ginny. In the MP's typically humble fashion, be brushed off the thanks before setting off to perform his morning patrol around the perimeter, Royce at his side. Jonah then met up with his two engineering aides, directing them to begin the work they had discussed the night before immediately, recruiting what help they saw fit. Decker knew the latter might ruffle some feathers among the locals, but he had a plan where that was concerned; their physical security took precedence regardless.

Making his way toward the farmhouse, Jonah spotted movement at the barn as the cows and sheep were released from their confinement, obviously grateful at their newfound freedom after being cooped up all night. Recognizing Katie's form at the doors, he gave her a brief wave before continuing on toward the house. As he neared the porch, he raised his eyebrows upon seeing two figures conversing near the front door. One was Ginny, clearly up and about against all good sense (not to mention Sergeant Moore's orders of bedrest). However, the more concerning figure was that of Charlie. It soon became clear from the few words he managed to catch and the tone involved that they were arguing. As Wheeler proclaimed his refusal to leave and stepped toward her, Decker saw Ginny dart backward in what seemed to be an instinctual movement -- and one that was hard on her ankle judging by the grimace of pain.

Jonah jogged up onto the porch, doing his best to keep his anger and frustration in check. "Specialist!" he barked to draw Wheeler's attention. He stepped toward the Soldier, keeping his back to Ginny as he spoke in a quiet albeit clipped tone. "I don't recall assigning you to the house. I believe Miss Wallace is capable of looking after herself," he said, turning slightly over his shoulder and speaking more loudly as he added, "...though she should be in bed right now recovering, not wandering around."

Returning his attention to Charlie, he spoke up. "I'll need you and your men for fortification duty today. Report to Private Donahue. I believe the two of you met yesterday."

NanLia ​