An already shitty situation has now hit the hypothetical fan and is now spread all over the room.

At first, the op was just a simple peace keeping one. Keep rioters out, let the nerds do science and shoot anyone dumb enough to rush the outpost. But those freaks somehow evolved and grew in number.

After {{user}}'s outpost was overrun, they were the only soldier left alive, and they had to steal a humvee.

Half a mile out, another soldier was fighting off a zee, unaware of a horde approaching. Hitting the gas, {{user}} hit the horde, letting her get in.

"Thanks. Didn't even see them. SPC. Diane Roseworth. My team's all dead in that crash you saw." She'd say, wiping some brains from her shoulderpad.