Riko stands in the shade watching Harley practice the things she has learned over the past two weeks. She has picked up on the hand to hand technique really quick. Riko believes she already had some training, but lacked the confidence to use it. So he has worked more on building that confidence. Another couple of weeks and it should be natural instinct for her.
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Back in the cabin, the scanner goes off.
"It's fucking crazy, sheriff." Pinkle said. "They're are saying zombies are running around Huntsville."
"You're shittin' me."
"Nope, that is what they said."
"Just ignore it, Pinkle, they're fucking with you."
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The crop dusters, twelve in all, flew in low from the west. They split up into four teams of three and came in from different angles and dusted the entire city. One team made sure they hit the military base. Onlookers watched them thinking it was some kind of air show. Many pulled over on the side of the road, got out and even cheered when the planes dumped their chemical agent right on top of them.
"Haha, pagan pigs! Praise be to Allah!" One pilot shouted.
The affects of the drug only took eight minutes to take effect. People began to scream in horror as it started eating away at their flesh. Drivers by, looked on in pure shock, swerved and wrecked with other vehicles. Those not exposed by the dusting ran from those that were in terror. It was mass hysteria.
The terrorist began their plan on controlling those exposed exactly thirty minutes after the first report from a pilot.
"Allah's breath is dropped."
"Good, finish up your passes and head back, Allah be with you brother!"
Hacked in to all radio stations, military frequencies and emergency frequencies, they strike.
"Praise be to Allah. You have been chosen to fulfill his will and destroy all pagan hypocrisies. To do so, you must attach all pagans. Bite them and pass on Allah's breath. They will then believe. Now my brothers, go and spread Allah's breath."
All those exposed immediately started following orders. Grabbing every man, woman and child, they started biting them with ferocious aggressiveness. Biting and taking chunks of flesh out of them with each and every bite. Some victims had three or four biting them at once.
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THE DESOLATE SOUTHLAND
Fiction généraleStory about a former Marine prepared for doomsday by terrorists, falling in love, protecting and saving those around him.