From War, To Extinction

Chapter 10: Eradication

Dozens of Antigen-Assault Choppers crack loudly as they swerve right into the Dead-Zone, their cockpits looking cramped from the outside. Choppers guard the Assault Trucks and Tanks as they tear up what remains of the broken roads. Helicopters stop and release their ropes, the land vehicles park on the main street, slowly opening their own cockpits, preparing to release the soldiers that hide within their metal shells. The cockpit gates slam against the road, and at the its crashing sound, the soldiers pileout, dozens and dozens of them; all heavily armed and armored, prepared for absolute chaos, and war. The larger soldiers, possibly the high ranking militants, group up, pointing the different squadrons of soldiers in different directions. That's when they start giving out the orders.
"YOU KNOW THE FUCKING DRILL! EYES OPEN! EXOS ON! KEEP THE DEATH-SQUAD ON RESERVE! AND MAKE SURE YOU SCAN THE FUCKING AREA, YOU STUPID FUCKS!" One Commander orders.
"REMEMBER!" Another Commander grunts. "WE'RE AT WAR WITH THESE ANIMALS, SO LET'S MAKE SURE WE DO WHAT WE DO BEST! PURGE THEM ALL! MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN, ANY WE FIND DIE TODAY! MOVE MOVE MOVE!"

Soldiers move out by the dozens, scanning what remains of the roads, houses and even the flora of the Dead-Zone. A soldier kicks through the door of a house, slowly tip toeing his way inside, his weapon cocked and ready to open fire on anything, or anyone.
"Command, this is Bravo-Fourteen," the Soldier addresses, speaking so low that it couldn't even be called whispering. "Investigating one of the houses, I swear I heard something inside."
"Copy that, Bravo-Fourteen, call in if something goes wrong, over."
"Copy that."
The Soldier enters the kitchen, noticing how dead and deranged it looks, like nobody has been even close to it for decades.
"Jesus fucking Christ, this place has seen better days," the Soldier sighs, tuning into the radio on his helmet. "HQ, isn't this the place where Subject Two was found with Subject One, Three and Four?"
"Bravo-Fourteen you know we're not supposed to speak of that day, it's outta' our pay-grade," the radio speaks back. "That's Director Kraspers work, but what I've heard, is he tortured most of them; took a hand off the male, I don't even know what he did to the girl, but Subject One, what I've heard, is they took her unborn child from the womb, and experimented on it."
"Well, I have to say if I was there, I would have given Subject One a bit of this d-"
The Soldier is stopped when a blade pierces his stomach from behind, making him wheeze and screech under the sudden surge of pain. His knees hit the floor quicker than he can breath, his blood draining from the fresh hole in his guts. The blade twists and yanks from his stomach, and he watches helplessly as his attack circles around him, revealing the man that almost everyone at Antigen fears; Michael.
"Kassie," Michael growls, slowly driving his hand onto the Soldier's throat. "Fuck the plan, I'm going out there, I'll tear them to fucken' pieces myself."
"Michael?!" Kassie's voice screeches from the radio. "There's no other plans the Lycans know, more lives could be lost! What the fuck happened?!"
"I found out what they did to my wife, that's what!" Michael growls. "Love it, or hate it, I'm going out there, with or without you. Just stay the fuck out of my way, time to see if Matthew's training is worth a damn."
"Michael?! MICHAEL!"
"Please," the Soldier begs to Michael. "I'm just following orders."
"I've been under the mercy of Soldiers following orders, and so has my family, never again. Know that your Command, your Conrads, will be dead by the morning," Michael snarls, his blades retracting inwards as he lifts his arm up. "No mercy for killers."
Michael swings his arm, hitting the side of the Soldier's head, decapitating him instantly with his bare hands. "One down, a night full to go."