Code: Z.E.R.O. - The Outbreak

Act 2 Ch. 2

Patriotic Duty

"There's too many!" I hear a Commando yell. "Keep it together pussies! Don't you fucking quit on me! The President needs us!" Garcia yells back at his squad. God he's a dick. But now's not the time to be hating the Commandos. I've got a part to do. For the President!

Bang bang bang, that's all you hear. Just gunshots. I can barely think. It feels like we've been here forever. I know I've only a few clips left. I've got to make them count. "Bomb! Toss a frag!" Jordon shouts. "You got it!" Andrew replies as he tosses a frag grenade into the crowd of the undead. BANG! "H-holy hell! Did you see that?!" Andrew yells in excitement as bits and pieces of walkers fly everywhere. "It was alright, for a little bitch!" Garcia responds to Andrew's excitement. Oh hell no. No one says that to my team, especially my brother. "Hey fuck you Garcia! What's your problem?" I bark at him. "My problem is that you guys don't know shit about combat!" He barks back. "We had just as much training as you guys did!" "Apparently not enough! That's why you guys aren't Commandos! You guys are second best! That's why you're in Division 2! Number 2! Because you're shit!" I'm about to knock this mother fuckers teeth out. "Well you know what? I-" "That's enough Iguana," I hear Jordon chime in, "We're not here to fight each other sir. We came to deal with the walkers. We have no quarrel with you." He says to Garcia as he pulls me back. "Damn right you don't." Garcia replies as he continues to fire at the walkers. "Just ignore him," Jordon tells me, "I know he's a dick." "Yes, Cap" I reply through my teeth. Garcia is lucky there's a bigger problem right now.

"I'm out!" I hear from my right ear. I turn my head and see the Hazmats. One of them is not firing. He must be the one who's out of ammo. "Hey dude!" I shout at him, He looks up at me. "Catch!" I toss him my last mag. He catches it and quickly loads his gun, "Thanks man!" I nod and take my shots carefully. I only have about 5 shots left, better make them count. Bang! Headshot. Bang! Headshot. Bang! Headshot. Bang! Headshot. Damn I'm on a roll! Last round! I line up my shot to an Oozers head, "Say good night." "Bro! Look out!" I hear Andrew yell when suddenly I'm tackled to the floor by a walker! Struggling to keep him from biting me, I accidentally fire my last round. Fuck. "Get it off me!" I reach for my handgun. It's not there. Shit! I must of left it in the chopper! As I struggle with the walker, thinking this is how I'm gonna die, Bang! It's dead. Shot right through the ugly bastards' head. I lay there in shock when I hear "You left this on your seat." I look over and see Sky. "Holy shit..." I say, out of breath, "Thanks Hotshot... I was sure I was dinner there..." "Not today you're not!" She winks at me and hands me my hand gun. "Go get the President! We'll take it from here!" Jordon orders Sky, "You alright?" "Yeah... I'm cool, thanks" I reply. "Great, now go help Hotshot!" He returns to firing at the undead.

I hustle inside to see the President of the United States sitting down holding his side. "Mr. President! Are you ok?" I ask. "Yeah... Yeah... It's just a scratch..." "Don't worry Mr. President," I pull out a syringe, "This'll heal you right up!" I inject his side with the healing liquid and the bleeding stops. "Quick! Patch him up!" Sky tells me. "I know I know" I respond as I patch up the President. "There you are Mr. President, good as new!" "Thank you, son!" He thanks me and stands up. He pulls out a hand gun from his inner jacket pocket. "You can't keep down Carlos Vazquez, the President of the United Sates of America!" Holy crap our president is badass... I'm glad I voted for him...

"So where's the chopper?" The President asks. "Heading back to base to refuel..." Sky replies. "What?! How are we supposed to get the President out of here?!" "Don't worry Lizard, it's heading back now. We just need to hold out for a few more minutes." Just then Andrew and Jordon come aboard the plane, "Where's the chopper? We're all out!" Jordon questions. "It's on it's way, we just need to hold out a little longer." Sky replies. "With what ammo?" Jordon shoots back. "I believe the will be useful." We all turn around as see the President carrying a large red, white, and blue mini gun, "I never leave the White House without it." Have I mentioned our president is badass?

"Its only got enough rounds to hold out for about 2 minutes," Jordon points out as he looks at the ammo belt, "When's the chopper coming?" "In 5 minutes Cap" Sky answers. "Shit. We'll need to conserve the rounds," Jordon states, "I'll man the mini gun." Jordon says as the president hands over the mini gun to him. That thing is so patriotic. It's got 'America' written all over it. "Hey Cap?" Andrew jumps in, "I've got an idea on how we can take out the rest of the walkers." "What is it Bomb?" Jordon questions. "Just cover me."