(Flash backs for the green run team)
"Begin test twenty one." A man with black hair and glasses whispered shyly while staring at a decaying body that was moving its arms back and forth rapidly. The zombie had blue, glowing eyes and was moaning and screaming. When two men in yellow hazmat suits had turned on the treadmill, the zombie began to sprint on the caged in exercising machine. Not for exercise of course but for the two men in the suits. The man standing on the outside of the test room had a name tag. 'Marlton Johnson' was printed along the tag which was pinned onto a clean white dress shirt which had zero wrinkles. He adjusted his glasses "Stupid reanimated beings..." He muttered unamused to himself. The two men walked out of the room. They shut the door and locked it. Meanwhile on a farm, a girl with brown hair tucked up in a pony tail and in a tied up red plaid shirt was drinking beer. "Misty! Get in here and do the damn dishes! Your mother usually did them but her useless ass died!" A drunk raspy voice shouts from inside the house. "Coming father..." She crushed the beer can and tossed it over the railing which she was sitting on. Misty hopped off the banaster and came inside nearly slamming the screen door. "Such a good girl..." The male laughed. "Mhm." Was all the Farmer's daughter said. "Where is that farm hand... Russman is it?.." The father asked as he watched his daughter wash the dishes. "Hes out back... Patching the fences to keep those meat sacks from coming in..." Misty said while scrubbing a dish particularly hard. The screen door opened. "Fence is done... But I don't know how long it will keep em out." The man known as Russman shambled inside and took a seat at the small kitchen table. Russman stared at the wooden table and traced some crevices along the surface. He tried to remember why, they; meaning the Broken Arrow destroyed the warehouse but due to his mild altzimers he found it quite hard to do just that. "We are the living, and we are the dead. We are the flesh, and the flesh is us! We will not starve. We will thrive!" A member of The Flesh chanted repeatedly before others joined in. Samual stared at the cooked, rotten arm on his plate before taking a bite. 'Samual, hurry... Time is running out!' A German spoke in Stuhlingers mind. "What?... I don't understand..." The man muttered back with a mouth full of human flesh. 'Tell zhe others... Make zhem understand!' The voice shouted again. Samual stood up from the tire he was sitting on. "How do I begin?" He whispered to the German voice that filled his head. 'Zhat is up to you!' The German cheered.
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Is This The Beginning Of Us
FanfictionI don't own COD just my ocs and my story. Dr. Edward Richtofen and the gang have ended the zombies and Samantha's rein of terror before humanity was wiped out. But somehow the heroes were sent into the year 2014 in a small town in the U.S. They mee...
