Love Is A Dangerous Word

Part 6: Trojan Horse

5 soldiers were walking along side a heavily armored tank that was rolling down the street while 2 sat on the front end. One of the soldiers, whom was Asian, asked one on the tank "Hand me a granola bar."

"Sure thing," the soldier on the tank responded as he reached into a bag attached to the tank to pull out a granola bar. He threw it to the soldier walking along side, as he proceeded to unwrap and eat it.

"That's your last snack until tonight," said a higher ranking gentleman that was perched inside the tank opening.

"Yes sir," he responded.

A soldier on the other side said "I gotta piss."

"Make it quick we aren't stopping," said the higher rank.

The tank kept moving at the same pace when in a few dozen feet the tank slowed to a halt. A woman with long, dark brown hair in a crimson dress that went down to her mid thigh with a golden lily in one hand shown while the other was innocently behind her back.

The higher rank spoke to her "State your purpose!"

She mumbles..."I'm sorry, do I need to repeat myself? Because you do."

Tears began to fall like bullets down her face as she inched closer with bare feet in the rubble of the streets.

The higher rank aimed his gun at her along with all other soldiers out there "Stay back."

"Sir, she looks like she needs help," said the granola soldier. He put down his gun and walked to her.

"Private!" he yelled.

"Sir, just let me do this."

He nodded while still aiming the gun at her. The granola soldier tried to comfort her by getting close enough to touch her back. He felt wires all along her back when she pushed him out of the way to bolt at the tank and press a detonate button which is what she had behind her back.

In her final words she yelled "FOR THE LEGION!" The granola soldier was pushed back behind a large cement barrier not to be affected by the massive explosion which engulfed the tank, destroying it. Flame and ash buried the soldiers. The soldier taking a piss rushed back to the destroyed tank looking for survivors. He noticed the private laying on the floor through all the ashes covering up his face with the gas mask.

"PRIVATE LANG!" He yelled trying to get his attention "What the fuck happened?!"

In shock he couldn't utter a word, trying to comprehend a Trojan horse was tough. "Lets run before the infected get here Lieutenant Hugs," was all Lang could say.

"You better tell me what the hell happened when we are safe," Hugs said to him as he helped him up.

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Walking down the hallway they emerged through a door at the end of the hallway. It was a room that stretched the size of a football field. People were set up in tents organized into walkways, some flickering lights could be seen coming from the tents and torches were set up periodically in safe positions so nothing could catch fire.

"You guys rely on fire for light," Lilith pointed out "Also smart."

Greg proudly saying "This building used to be a gymnastics stadium. High windows, easily concealed entrances, and with a small pathway between our connecting buildings, which is on the three sides of us, is a small restaurant that has a fully equipped kitchen to the right, an office building we scavenge once in a while to the back, and to the left is where we store everything like weapons, back up food, and supplies. It used to be a bar, what good are those these days?"