Tord woke up at 5am in the morning, groggy and extremely tired. His hair was a mess, his shirt was half off, and his robot arm was still attached. The Norwegian groaned, forcing himself to get up and get ready for the day.
After his usual routine and panic attack to his own reflection, he called Paul to pick him up so they could get coffee along with Pat joining them. He felt weird about today, however. It was quiet. Too quiet. Paul wasn't answering his phone, either.
Tord wasn't having any of this. His uniform was getting uncomfortable since he wasn't moving around as much. God, he just wanted coffee. Suddenly, Paul answers the phone, a hint of worry in his voice. "Hello? Sir, sir have you heard what's on the news?! Where are you, the base needs you!"
Tord was so lost. "Wha-? I thought we were going to get coffee like we always do. Did something come up?" He asked, walking back into the living room to check the news. "Wh- YES SOMETHING CAME UP! I can't pick you up and we definitely cannot get coffee right now! Come to the base, me and Pat can't keep giving orders for long!!" The sound of crackling fire and gunshots can be heard throughout the call. "I'm checking the news right now, Pau." Tord was calm at the moment, but it wouldn't last for long after realizing what was happening.
(im not explaining it bcuz i don't have my notes atm, just read the other part of the second chapter.)
"Oh shit." Tord mumbled, running to his room and grabbing his personal rifle. He left the house and didn't bother to turn anything off. He needed to get to the base.
The two remained on call, Tord instructing what Paul and Pat should do to keep the chaos to a minimum on their own. Cries of help, groaning, and oil dripping flooded Tord's ear and probably blasted Paul and Pat's eardrums by now. Tord got to the base and the outside didn't look too bad, but the inside, oh, he could hear what's going on on the inside.
He ran through the hallways, shooting at the mutated he came across on his way. When he arrived, Tord's eye was wide open. "Finally! It took you long enough!!" Pat shouted, throwing a grenade at the crowd of infecteds. "What the hell happened?! How did they get in?!" Tord asked them, opening fire and reloading his gun fast. "We assume a soldier brought it in when they came into work and it spread." Paul explained, knifing a mutant that got a little too close to him.
The crowd was multiplying even with their efforts of neutralizing them, so they ran into Tord's office that was a few stories higher than the floor the hoard was on. This would give them time to access more weapons and explosives and to take a moment to process all that happened.
"I think I held my breath that whole time." Pat said, gasping for air. "I can't believe you thought we were still going to get coffee with all thats going on." Paul chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. "I would kill for a coffee right now." Pat choked, still panting and gasping for air. "I didn't even know what was going on." Tord asserted, fixing his hair. "Yet you were awake all of last night?" Paul questioned, squinting his eyes. "Yeah." Tord blatantly responded.
"Okay, let's just drop bombs on them and be done with it. Let's stay in this office since you have rations and shit like that." Pat suggested, "But what about the surviving soldiers?" Paul asked, "Let's just take the first four and kill off the rest." Pat scoffed, waving his hand up and down.
Paul shrugged and turned on the mic to the loud speakers. "Hello there. This is Paul Vitul speaking, we will be taking the first four surviving soldiers that come to Red Leader's office. The rest will be left for dead. Good luck." And with that, you could hear the footsteps and voices of soldiers coming up the stairs, along with a few gunshots and screams following them.
A dark skin dreadhead soldier blasted through the door first, slamming it shut and running to the other side of the room. "It's hell out there, man!!" He yelled in fear, reloading his uzi and pointing it at the door. The next were two girls who were fighting, one was on top of the other. The one on the bottom had red hair and the one on top had brown hair. The one with red hair turned to Patryck. "Hey, winged hair. Pass me your gun." She told him, pointing at the gun that was lowered in his hands. Pat shrugged and tossed her his pistol. Not even a moment after that, the brunette gets shot in the chin, definitely dead. The redhead moved the body off of her and tossed Pat's gun back to him. "Thanks, winged hair." She wiped the blood off of her cheek and walked to the other side of the room with the dread head. The last two people ran inside, one was blonde and the other was also a brunette. A mutated soldier was chasing the two, immediately getting its brains blown out by Paul, who called out "I got it." Before he pulled the trigger.
Tord shut the door and barricaded it with a box full of printer paper (boxes full of printer paper are so heavy-). People banged on the door from the outside. You could hear all of the screams and blood splatters from the inside.
"State your names." Tord, or 'Red Leader' in this case, ordered to the four soldiers that made it. "Jada." Said the redhead, "Rey." Said the brunette, "Kai." Said the dreadhead, and finally, "Roseabell." Said the blonde.
Patryck was writing it down and a piece of paper and stuck it onto Tord's bulletin board. "Listen up, soldiers. Just because you made it does not mean we are friends. We are no where NEAR friends." The word "friends" made his heart ache a little bit. "You will still address to me and follow me. If I see or hear about any kind of rebellion, I'm not just going to kill you, no no no." He chuckled. "I will feed you to all of the soldiers below us and I will watch and enjoy every second of your last breaths." Seems like Tord made himself clear because the soldiers immediately straightened up and nodded to his words. "Paul, we have private rooms, no?" Tord asked, "Yes, of course sir." Paul nodded, "Great. Escort and give them each a private room." Tord pointed to a secret stairwell in the corner of his office. Paul just nodded and led the four to the corner of the room.
"Oh, and one more thing." Tord stopped the group from going any further. Paul raised a brow at his friend. "Try not to die on the way and on the way back." Tord chuckled in a friendly and joking matter. Paul chuckled with him, "You got it, sir." He saluted before guiding the four down the staircase.
Pat stayed alongside Tord as he sat at his desk. "Pat, can I ask you a question?" Tord asked, turning to him. "Yeah, sure. What's up?" Pat asked. "Do you.. do you have any experience with apocalypses?" This made Pat think. "Not really. Other than shooting a few in like 2014, but that apocalypse didn't last very long." Pat answered. "Okay, thanks." Tord nodded. "Can I ask why you asked me that, though?" Pat scratched the back of his neck in curiosity. Tord sighed, holding back tears. "You remember Edd, Tom, and Matt?" Tord asked Pat, not even looking at him. There was no way he was going to let Pat see him cry. "Uh, yeah. They were your best friends until, well, yknow." Pat knew that the topic made Tord sensitive, watching him him the tears that escaped from his eyes. "Well, we went through a shit ton of zombie apocalypses together. I was even a zombie at one point.." Tord laughed quietly at the memory.
"That sounds nice, Tord." Pat smiled at his friend's laugh. Paul came back at that moment and Pat ran over to him. They talked for a bit before Tord dismissed them, he wanted to be alone. "You sure you'll be alright here by yourself?" Paul asked, "I'm sure, soldier, now go on. You guys need rest after leading the army by yourselves." Tord gave them a faint smile before they both headed to their rooms.
Tord sighed, grabbing his personal phone. He scrolled to the end of his contacts. He stared at Edd's number. He pressed the call button, immediately hearing it pick up.
"Who is this?" Said a male with a British accent.
