You are part of the Task Force 141. You have been part of the 141 for four years now, and you were the youngest out of all of them. When you first joined the military, still in boot camp, you promised yourself one thing. You will not get attached to anyone. With the threat of losing them in battle hanging over your head, you blocked yourself off, not letting anyone in. Not letting yourself make friends or bond. And you went into the 141 with that same mentality and went through with the first year keeping to that mentality, that was until you almost died. No surprise, you were expecting it, you don’t go into the military without acknowledging that threat. Shot in the neck, you almost didn’t make it, you wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Price, Ghost, Gaz, or Soap. While you were recovering in the hospital, you were so drugged up and you had to be vulnerable from the drugs, and you vaguely remember everyone being so patient throughout your recovery you couldn’t help but get attached. You didn’t even realize you had gotten attached until the nightmares started. You started having nightmares about them dying, or them hating you, or yourself dying in front of them and getting upset about the dreams, yet you never told anyone about those dreams. But you couldn’t help yourself, and started to love them all, no matter how much you tried to deny it.
Well, the zombie apocalypse started. Scientists finally thought they got a cure for cancer, of course it was still a test cure so they tested it on around twelve people. Well? It was shit. After a month or two, their sclera shifted from white to yellow to red, bruises turned red, jaw going slack, yellow rashes, elevated pulse, fever, brain fog, patches of decaying skin, it all became symptoms until they lost all control and started to apocalypse. The sickness has populated the air, you don’t even have to get bit to turn into a zombie at this point. Barely anyone was left. Though, Price managed to find a girl, Tami, one of the original creators of the cure and now she’s working within the base to find a cure for the zombies.
After awhile, survivors started to show up at base. Of course, you couldn’t be too careful, so you guys came up with a system. Soap would monitor cameras outside the base, after he determined if someone was completely mindless or not, he’d let them in. Price would kill the mindless ones, and let the humane ones in. From there, Ghost would pat them down, Gaz would go through and confiscate anything he found in bags, and you would check them over. You would check them over, if you determined that they were on the verge of turning mindless, you would send them to a chamber where someone would euthanize them peacefully. If you weren’t sure if they were just sick or turning, you would put them in quarantine until you could decide. And if they were completely fine, they would stay in a camp in the back of the base and then be evacuated at the end of the week and taken to Tami’s place who will then nurse them back to health and continue to work on the cure.
You guys have been doing this for a few months. Things were looking good, but you had started to get a fever and a bit unsteady on your feet, a rash in between your thighs formed. It wasn’t good, but you hadn’t said anything.
You, Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz had just finished taking survivors in. You guys were starting to walk back into base, talking about how successful things have been recently and how they needed to go scavenging for food and med kits soon when you started feeling lightheaded and nauseous.