Pathogen

New Aliances

    "Carter, we have to rondeview in the level 2 storage room."  "Copy that.  Be right over."  Not all of us would make it.  "Where are the rest?"  "Carter, I watched them die at the hands of Mendel.  That bastard is going to pay."  "You bet your ass.  Now there are only 3 of us against God knows how many of them.  Cameron, you better have called Brock and I here because you have a plan."  "If we take out Mendel, their ranks will shatter.  Brock, you'll take the vents to the infected quadrant.  There you will release the infected to the near quadrants as a divergent.  Don't let them past sector 3.  Carter,  you will come with me to the communications office to assassinate Mendel."  "Sounds like a plan."  "You're not the one on dead duty, Carter"

    30 minutes later

    "How's that divergent coming along, Brock?"  "Door, won't, budge!"  "What Cameron meant to say was hurry up!"  "Hold on, I found a crow bar."  Creeeeeek!  "Dammit! they heard me!  Oh God; there are thousands!"  Ack-Ack-Ack-Ack!  "The frigg'n semi-automatic isn't doing crap!  Ahhhhhh!"  "Brock!  This is Carter, can you hear me!  Talk to me you son of a b___!"  "Carter, he's gone.  We have to keep moving."

   We reached the corridor leading to the lift.  There were two of Mendel's guards.  Slam!  Slam!  There was pounding coming from the sector 3.  "I have a crazy idea.  Get ready to run."  He shot the lock on the door.  Brock came running, leaving a trail of blood behind him, along with legions of runners; that's right, those bastards picked up some major speed.  Bang! Bang!  "Run!  Run!  Come on Carter, he's been bit; we can't do crap for him now!"  We got in the lift and pressed the button.  Brock grabbed on to the platform with his left arm; his right was mauled.  Every artery was either bursted or exposed as blood gushed from his nearly dissipated flesh.  He was pale from loss of blood.  "Cameron!  Carter!  Pull me up!  I can't feel my arm."  I extended a hand, but was pushed away by Cameron.  "Carter, his veins are firgging sausages.  You and I both know that means the virus is spreading.  It's too late."  He addressed Brock.  "Brock, you are the best friend I've ever known."  "Cam, you can't do this."  "Remember all the trouble we'd get into in collage."  "Please, Cam.  I don't want to die," he whimpered.  "Come on Carter.  You have to help me.  Carter!"  I stood frozen as Brock begged for his life.  "It was you and me against the world,"  Cameron continued.  "Please!"  "I'm sorry, buddy."  "Don't-"  Bang!  Brock fell down the shaft with a hole in his head.

    We were silent the rest of the way up.  When we reached the communications bay, we found another 3 of Mendel's goons.  They were staggered across the room.  I grabbed the one closest to me.  He started to fire aimlessly, so I gave him a good look at his pals who showed their distaste for his sticky trigger finger by firing back.  By the time this dispute was over, lets say that they shared their much coveted ammunition.  We opened the door to Mendels office.  His Smith and Weston pointed directly towards Cameron.  I reached out my right arm. Bang!  Ping ping ping!  "Ugh!" Mendel was hit!  Thought that b____ new better than to shoot at solid steel.  

     We watched him bleed out on the floor.  A young kid, about twenty stopped at the door and starred at Mendel in horror.  "Dad,"  His following stare was with such hate that in penetrated my very being.  He ran off with the rest of Mendel's followers.  We still had the dead roaming the halls and vents.  The communications deck became our safe house.  We sent out a message for all survivors to report to here.  "Holy crap, Carter, that kids com is still connected!"  "Patch us in!"  The horror unfolded as followers:  "So you're Mendel's son."  "Yes."  "Well what aid do you seek."  "I want the base to the west destroyed."  "The inquisition of the apocalypse will consider your request."