User:JoeHanSon/Story

"Lighthouse squadron,report." A General said into a make-shift radio. Sir, were not holding out well! we have to pull out!"
 * "SOLIDER, the army's first and foremost duty is to protect the U.S citizens! now secure the lighthouse!": He was shouting, infected, his former battalion, slammed the door behind him.


 * "SIR, we cannot hold out! Get to the choppers!...wait...what the hell is that big one doing...it looks like its....OH MY GOD-" :Static. "Dammit" General John "Ringo" Pepper said to him self, and picked up his Desert Eagle,and turned to the door.

3 of them rushed in, he pulled off 3 shots, they stumbled back.

He turned back to the radio, needing to contact another line, the USS Abraham Lincoln, that was holding out off the coast of New Orleans. "Aug!" He felt fists on his back, he shoved the three infected back, and nailed one with a headshot. :" Dam body armor, too bad it does nothing to stop this Pandemic." He pulled out his Machete, he didn't know why he kept it, but it came in handy. He Sighed
 * " Guess i best be heading out, i hate Savannah" He walked outside, broad daylight, an odd setting for a zombie apocalypse, but a hell of a lot better than night time. He looked were his squadron was holding, and were the helicopter was supposed to be.
 * " ALLRIGHT! I'm allmost there, so close to freedom! WHOOOO-HOOO!" A man, he looked about in his twenteys, burst through the door from the stairwell.
 * " Yeeaaa-haaa....now were the hell is everyone, this is it, right, The Liberty Mall parking lot, right!?" He asked, seemingly to no-one.

Ringo grabbed a SCAR off the dead body of a solider. " We've got to get to New Orleans ."