John Wilson stands in front of his mirror and looks at himself. He is average height, average build, he has black hair that he always keeps combed back, and a bushy beard. He is wearing a brown flannel shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. He puts on his watch and looks at the time, 4:30 in the morning, he has thirty minutes to get to the base. He decides to eat a quick breakfast of bacon and eggs before he goes.
He eats quickly and grabs his keys, going outside. He looks at his red pick up truck and smiles. He gets in and turns the truck on, driving off towards the military base.
John stops at the gate of the base. A guard looks at him, "You know the drill John."
John groans and gets out his ID, handing it to the guard. The guard scans it, "Have a good day, John."
"You too Rodney."
John walks through the military base to the General's office. The General is standing in front of a giant screen looking at a map of a small town. He hears the door open and turns to see John.
"Wilson! Good morning."
"Good morning sir. You have something for me?" John asked him
"Yes. Do you see this?"
"Yes. It's a small town."
"A small town in Canada. This town is surrounded by forest. In this forest is a United States and Canadian lab. There these scientist are working on weapons, cures for diseases, things of that nature." The General tells John
"What does that have to do with me?" John asks him
"Well, an outbreak happened in this town."
"An outbreak?" John asks
"Yes. An outbreak. A scientist was infected by a chemical they were working on. The scientist was tested and seemed to be clean of any possible diseases, until he went crazy."
"Went crazy? What do you mean?" John questions, pulling out a seat for himself
"Well, he attacked three other scientist. He practically mauled the poor people. Then those people were infected as well, doing the same thing. They locked them in an observing room but it didn't matter, they escaped, infected five more people and went towards this town. That means there were nine infected, they only managed to capture three of them. They have no idea where the others are but they fear the infected will get to the town within a day or two. That is where you come in. They want you to come in and help them capture the rest of the infected before they infect others." The General tells him.
John nods, "Okay, when do I go?"
The General smiles, "That's why I like you Wilson. You leave in thirty minutes, get your gear there will be a small plane flying you near the town, where you will be given a vehicle to get there with. Good luck."
"Thank you sir."
John gets to the armory and gets one pistol, a sub machine gun, extra ammuition, some food, water, general survival supplies, and his camera, as always.
John gets to the plane, which is a small white biplane. He gets in where a military pilot starts the plane, taking off down the run way.
It takes them nearly three hours to get from North Carolina to the small town in Canada, seeing as though they are in a biplane. They land at a small airport three miles away from the town. John gets off of the plane, thanking the pilot and looking over to the entrance to see a blue Ford Jeep.
"Well, let's go see what the hell is going on in small town Canada." John thinks to himself.
