The Final Mission

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Siegfried, main character and leader of the crew.
A man of great skill and talent. His prowess in battle quickly made him rise in rank until he was given his first team. Siegfried stands tall at 6'5" and weighs around 230 pounds. He may be big but he is very strong. He has a large beard like that of a person prepared for the end times and a bald head.

Michaels: A man of few words. A man of action. He's a damn good shot he's black and bald with a scar running down his left eye from brow to chin he's got a large beard as well. His eyes are blue and his hair is red.

Francesco: Like Michaels he's a man of few words he's white and tattooed from head to toe. He's a decent shot but he's more in love with his Machete that he nicknamed Dracula. He's got a ponytail that goes down to his shoulders and no beard or scars with auburn eyes and brown hair.))

Siegfried's story starts off with him and his two best friends who served with him in the war. The infection had just began and the team was charged with escorting the President of the United States of America to his bunker. However when they learned that the infection had no cure the team was given the order to go and get more supplies for the President.

"Move. Keep your head head down stay silent if you need to shoot make sure your silencer is on otherwise use your knife." Siegfried ordered as they moved silent through a city, they checked the corners of the alleyways making sure nothing got the jump on them. Killing the occasional zombie and injured survivor as they moved and found a building that was seemingly untouched. "Francesco take point. Michaels your with me. They moved and cleared the second floor of the building while Francesco cleared the bottom.* "Clear" Francesco said when they returned. "Alright men grab as much food and drinks you can so we can get back. I don't like leaving the Pres with those Secret Agent bitches." The men nodded and followed his orders diligently. As they moved through the isles and heading out until we're stopped by a woman and her 10 year old son. "You guys are military right? You...you can save him right? Sorry ma'am but we don't have the ti- " Michaels words were stopped short when the sons eyes shot open blood red and he immediately bit into his mothers neck ripping out her jugular. Siegfried stood there and watched as his men gunned them down immediately. "Let's move." He said coldly as they pressed on back to the Presidents bunker but when they returned...it wasn't good. Blood was everywhere the bodies of the secret service agents had been ripped apart not from zombies...from shotgun shells. "DAMNIT!" Siegfried yelled as he kicked a dead bandits body. They searched around for the presidents body amongst the dead until they came to his secret room and saw a Secret Service agent eating into his gut. But the President? Alive and feeling the man dig into his intestines and ripping the skin. Michaels went up to shoot but Siegfried raised his hand and moved up kicking the infected in the head quickly making its skull cave in from the force. "Sir....I'm sorry. I should've been here..." Siegfried said as he kneeled to the President. His chest had been ripped open and he was bleeding out of his mouth as he spoke. "Nonsense. You're a good soldier. There were...too many....you'd have been killed too. Just....please shoot me....make sure I don't become one of those....things...live on.......survive...find the cure....." As he spoke Siegfried had begun to tear up. He knew the president for years, but he knew what he had to do. He drew his magnum and shot him in the head un-silenced so the whole country could hear the shot. The lone blast had echoed throughout the whole city. The president. Has fallen. The three men stood there for a moment before they all said simultaneously. "Rest in Peace."
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