The White House...
"I swear, if this virus does not stop, were going to drastic measures! IF WE HAVE TO FUCKING KILL ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE BIG APPLE THEN WE DO IT!" President Collins said to the Army General inside his room. "Now let's go out there, get as much people as we can, and bring them back here for facility protection, and make sure you give the infected major treatment." President Collins got up to authorize the General to the use of the new infected neutralizing weapons. "Good luck General....you'll fucking need it."
CELL CORPS
Cell sighed grimly, dropping the case then looking at Lisa, who was making gagging sounds. "Lisa?" Cell asked putting his mild bleeding hands on the ground from where he kept on punching Raven; he used them to get up. "Lisa? Are you okay?" Lisa nodded but she kept on gagging, blood running down her lips, she had lipstick on so it was hard to tell the difference.
"I'm fine Clinton...." Lisa walked off to the rec room, grabbing a pistol from her red emergency box on top of the shelf. "Why brother? Why? I'm one of them now." Lisa put the gun to the roof of her mouth, her final tear running down her cheek, she put little pressure to the trigger, and then put full pressure to it. Silence.
Cell ran inside the rec room to see what the entire ruckus was. He puked at the sight of what he just saw. "Lisa?!" Cell grabbed her hand, he tried not to cry but he couldn't resist it. He started to sob, "Lisa....why?" Cell got up looking back at Raven Chevez
"Oh Lisa? Oh why?" Raven clapped. "To think that she was worth the breath."
Cell glared at him. "Go! Leave this place!"
"Oh I shall, to be forgotten in the streets of poison, you will be sorry Dr. Cell, when I ring the bell." Raven laughed evilly walking out back to the streets, smelling the infected air. "Sweet, sweet air, the taste of beauty? No....the taste of rotting flesh, I like it!...But...Do I really?" Raven asked himself looking down.
Back at the Subway...
Cops were everywhere, "A girl and thug was killed sir, thug possibly killed by train, girl possibly killed by infected." The cop sighed grimly, "More infections going on here? Search over there! And over here! We will find out this murder."
Back at the White House...
President Collins sighed. "The time has come....it is spreading, I am weak and old....." Collins opened his wooden desk drawer, finding one bullet, and his revolver, one bullet in the chamber. He put it to his temple, gasping for his last breath.
President Collins gasped, he put down the gun. "I can't do this." He told himself as he got up from his leather chair, the pain was too unbearable. "Infected?! Give us a break! Isn't war enough as it is?!" Collins pleaded as he looked at the diamond shaped picture frame with the picture of his daughter in it. "I miss my dear Ashley!" Collins teared up. Just as he started crying, a person opened the door.
Jonathan Robinson, the war hero of The Cybertech War walked in. "No need for the tears Mr. President. I am Jonathan Robinson, official Zombie Eradication Hunter" He looked at the President with a weary look of despair, he wore a black/gray flak jacket with the words ZET (Zombie Eradication Team)on the back, he was 60 years old, white hair, and an old figure.
"Have you come to destroy the Infected for me?" Collins got up from the wooden floor; it smelt terrible due to the tears from Collins. He opened his drawer and rummaged around for a cigarette.
"I have the entire team with me, Mikey, Carl, Bobby, Billy, oh and Enoch." John said smiling at him. "We were thinking about building a community facility sanctuary outside in the forest of New York City, we need your permission for the use of your transportation services Sir," John said as he sat down on the wooden chair across of the Presidential desk.
"Of course, and is this base going to be safe?" Collins asked.
"Of course! Mini turrets, artillery, even some ray gun turrets, but they aren't easy to reload I can tell you that." John laughed as he got the blueprints. "Look, if we do it here, we can do an ambush then they will be fucked."
Collins nodded sternly.
Johnathan looked at Collins who was holding down the gun, as he put it down some mecha guards dropped down from the skylights and window behind the desk. They are part of the USDF (United States Decontamination Force)
"ON THE GROUND NOW!" one of the guards yelled out to Johnathan as he just stood there. "Are you deaf?! get on the ground or face severe consequences!!! Frank, get the President out of here, and take him to the decontamination facility! go! go! go!" The guard said as Frank took Collins by the hand and lead him out of the office.
"Let me go! I am not infected! please! I did nothing wrong you fiend! let me go this instant!!!!" Collins said as Frank didn't listen, he then stopped at the facility, then he threw Collins in as the room filled with smoke, then it cleared away.
"Clear, let him out." Frank said as the guard by the airlock opened the airlock doors and let Collins out. "Next," The guard said.
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