The Final Mission

Bad Start

Siegfried looked down on the dead President as he thought about what he told him of the S.R.S.S. project. "This entire time. You were holding something this large from your best friend? Mother fucker." He said silently. "Men. New Mission. Locate the cure to the zombie virus. There's three locations where they worked on the cure. Here, Dallas, and San Fransisco. Objective one make our way down to the Science Center here and search for the cure. If it's not here. We head to Dallas. Then to San Fransisco. If all three fails. We're fucked." "So let's make sure we get it. Alright you two let's get this shit." The three men made sure their guns were loaded and headed off to the Center.

They traveled for what seemed like hours killing zombie after zombie as they made there way. The bodies that littered the streets had an insanely bad stench and the zombies? Forget about it. After a couple hours of moving on foot they see the building in the distance a few blocks away. "Alright five minute rest. Then we continue." Siegfried said as they all sit on the ground and eat some food and drink from their bags getting a much needed breather. "What do we know about the cure?" Michaels said. "All we know is that it took a lot of shit to make it. A lot of shit. So on the top floors of each building is where they operated on it. It's a blue liquid in a clear vial with an black S on it." Siegfried responded and for the rest of the allotted time they stayed silent.

"Alright boys. Rest time is over let's go get this bitch." Siegfried said as the men rose and stretched a bit before they grabbed their weapons and continued to the building. "Bandits? fuck." Michaels said as they saw a building with three guards out front and men that are looking out the windows. "Francesco take your sniper and head up to the roof top and give us cover us cover as me and Michaels approach and take it stealthily." Francesco nodded. As he went in the building with his knife and began his ascent. While Siegfried and Michaels headed to the side of the building. Two of the three guards were lined up perfectly for an easy shot Siegfried lined up his gun and shot them the bullet going through both of their heads as Michaels takes out the third. Since the guns were silenced none of the other bandits noticed.

Siegfried slowly went up the building taking what felt like hours of checking each room and coming into little to no trouble with Francesco helping them out of a few tight spots. The two warriors slowly ascended until they came to the top floor with no windows. Francesco will now have to wait and hope.

Siegfried stood by the door and motioned for Michaels to get ready as he raised his gun and opened the door. Five bandits opened fire and lit Michaels up like a fucking Christmas tree as if they knew they were coming. Even as he was getting shot he opened fire as he fell in what seemed like slow motion killing three of the five bandits. The other two waited. Siegfried closed the door without getting to where they could shoot him. They fired and shot every bullet they had into the door many of which hit Michaels dying body. When Siegfried heard the clicks of triggers meaning the mags were empty Siegfried opened the door and unloaded his automatic rifle into them tearing their bodies apart and destroying theirs skulls.

Siegfried quickly ran to Michaels as he was coughing up blood. "Sorry boss. Heh seems like I fucked the pooch on this one."
"Shhhh soldier stay silent I'll patch you up and you'll be fine! You can't die! Not here!" Michaels put his finger to Siegfried's lips and shushed him handing him his Machete. "Take care of Dracula for me." He smiled as his last breath left his body. Michaels. Has fallen. Siegfried did something he hadn't done in a very long time. He cried. Tears streaming down his gritty face as he clutched Dracula. After a few moments he closed his soldiers eyes, grabbed his dog tags, stood, and shot him in the head to make sure he didn't turn. Siegfried was about to leave when he remembered the mission and ran to the cure only to face a grim reality. It was shot up in the cross fire and the vials had been shattered. "Fuck." He said as he punched the table and ran back to meet up with Francesco. He found Francesco half way down as they met up and Francesco looked around. Where's Michaels?" "The cure?" "Siegfried remained silent for a moment and Francesco knew what happened with out any word. The angry black man yelled out and punched the wall. FUCK!" "Let's move." *Siegfried said coldly as he moved on Francesco turned to him and stated. "Right. Can't let his death be in vain. Let's get this piece of shit cure and get the fuck out of here." *Siegfried heard him but just kept moving leaving out the back entrance Francesco said, Dallas right?" To which Siegfried retorted: Yes. Dallas." In front of them was a worn out Jeep that hadn't been stripped of its parts as well as a couple of gas canisters in the back. Without any more words they got in the jeep found the keys and rode off on a long road to Dallas in search of their next destination.

                         -Chapter 2-
                             -End-