A Forsaken City

1 - Thanks, I hate it

The ride to this new facility is bumpy, Las Vegas roads definitely aren't the best. I've just gotten promoted to officer, compared to the title soldier. There isn't much of a difference but I get to yell at people lower ranked than me and not get into any trouble, so that's fun.

-Bzzt- A radio crackles. "En route, six minutes out." The commander speaks into it, probably telling base we were almost to this mysterious laboratory. Recently in Sin City, we've gotten reports of people going rabid. Supposedly, they're turning cannibalistic. It makes my stomach churn.

"Colón, get up!" One of my crew mates yells from the ground. I slide out of the back of the van, jumping to the ground as well.

"Sorry, zoned out."

"Focus," he glares at me, "we're probably gonna see some crazy stuff in here."

I chuckle, thinking we wouldn't. Stepping away from the truck, I pull my AR from the strap on my back and get into position to infiltrate the giant building in front of my group, a grin still on my face.

Not even fifteen minutes later, everything has gone to shit. Three injured and five killed. There's seven of us left. Fucking zombies. I didn't think they could ever exist, but just my luck they had to exist in my lifetime.

I turn the corner, dragging a mangled body behind me. I can't even tell which of my team it is. I feel queasy, I can barely hold this guy up. He chokes some word out and then becomes dead weight. I drop his body, I don't have the strength to carry him out of the ruined building. Six dead now.

I practically get jumped by a couple of these creatures when I enter the next room looking for any other survivors. They're appendages are turning black, it looks almost like a mushroom or mold. The eyes have mutated somehow, the irises have grown larger and their pupils are very dilated. It's gross.

These- zombies? Whatever they are, they need to leave me the fuck alone. The creatures aren't necessarily hard to kill, but they travel in groups of maybe 4 or 5 so it makes up for the easiness, I guess.

I finally get past the few that popped up behind me and take a step further into the room, I then remember I need to report every single room I enter and clear which is annoying as hell. Spinning around I walk just outside the door and take a mental note of the room number— C-5. I had been assigned the 6th and 7th floor to clear out with a partner. He died first actually.

'C-5, floor 7' I repeat over and over under my breath, having misplaced my notepad in my hip bags. The room is safe now that I've gotten rid of the few stragglers in it at first, but it seems as if the zombie things came from here. There's a white, steel box with a huge black splotch over most of it. Which is probably the fungi or mold stuff that created the zombies.

Somebody messed up their experiment, it seems.