There was a low buzzing noise. "Radio HQ to Quarantine Zone 4, copy?" Out of instinct, Jack takes the radio and replies. "Copy. Quarantine Zone appears to be clear, over." He sighs as the reply comes through. "Copy Quarantine Zone 4." And silence. He stands up, laying the radio down, and returns to cover. He hears the footsteps of the approaching soldiers, so he prepares his machete. "Man down! Quarantine Zone 4 to HQ, copy." He froze, as the soldier stepped closer. "Appears to be stabbed through the stomach and head. Someone is invading, copy!" Jack steps out and puts the blade through the throat of the soldier, and hears sudden gunfire. He drops back behind cover, grabbing the last soldiers assault rifle, and checks the mag. Full. He smirks and tries to locate the third soldier, but being unable to see makes this hard. Bullets penetrate the concrete he was hiding behind, breaking the cover, causing him to run behind a van. He sees the flash in the fog, and aims. He blazes through ten rounds, and hides again. He hears a groan, and the radio buzz. "I'm hit!" He smirks and runs to the nearest barricade, attempting to get close. He blazes blind fire through the fog, hearing a groan and the click of a dropped gun. Climbing the barrier, he sees a silhouette through the fog that drops to their knees, and then falls to their death. He walks over and puts a bullet through the head of the soldier, blood splashing onto the barrel. He walks over to the other soldiers, doing the same. He sits down after the intense battle, and opens his bag, throwing away the empty assault rifle. He pulls out a can of soup, opens it, and eats it, then drinks the liquid. He gags slightly, the soup being a week past it's due date. He throws the can aside, and feels the barrel of a gun against his head. "Stand up." The voice says. He stands up, and knocks the barrel away, punching the mysterious person. The gun drops, and Jack draws his sword, scaring the assailant. He falls to his back, and Jack puts the sword to his head. "Night night." And then it's over. He pulls the sword from its place in the assailants nose. He cleans the blade, and holsters it. He returns to his bag, and closes it. Another sigh. How many has Jack put an end to? How many more will fall to his hands? As he asks himself these questions, he opens the door to the van he hid behind. He collects some granola bars from the glove box, closing it and exiting the vehicle. He collects his bag, and begins to wander out into the foggy night, with nothing but fear building in his stomach. The night seems to go on forever, and Jack yawns. He climbs up into a tree, laying down some cloth, and tying himself to the tree to prevent him from falling off. He slowly nods off to sleep in this crazy world.
The noise of gunshots wakes Jack up. He unties the rope, grabs the cloth and jumps off the tree, bringing the rope with him. He lands on his feet, drawing the machete. A runner runs by him, shortly after getting his head blown off. There is still fog, but barely any. Jack can barely make out the weapons being used, because there's many guns firing. He hears the pumping of a shotgun, the rapid blasts of sub machine guns, and the click of a bolt action rifle. He turns the opposite way of the shooting and begins to run. He runs by a few walkers and crawlers, nearly tripping over a crawler. He escapes the forest to see a patrol of survivors. The group is heading opposite him, and is a great chance for him to gather supplies. He goes to take a step towards the group, but then suddenly is whacked in the back of the head with what feels like the back of a gun, but the pain to the back of the head causes him to black out.
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Lone Survivor: Apocalypse
ActionJack Zacharias, a 18 year old who is surviving the apocalypse. He's alone, armed only with his handgun. He survives through the craziest things, and he can't seem to get away from his fears. Remember that with Jack, there is nothing too crazy to go...
