The next installment to my zombie apocalypse series.
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Bruce: Griff, we're gonna need to get the others. Its to late to make any barricades, and we're low on sniper ammo.
Griffin: I'll call for em'.
He turned on his comlink, calling for Luke.
Griffin: Luke? You there? We need you and the others. More uninvited visitors.
Luke: We're on it.
The Facility's doors had opened, and the zombies started for it.
But before they could get inside, Slicer "X" and Jacob had came out, who blasted away at the undead.
Junker and Luke had both wanted to assassinate some zombies. They got their wish. Junker had sneaked up in front of the turret.
He then jumped onto the zombie's back, assassinating it with his knife.
Meanwhile, Luke had snuck up behind the last zombie...
...And had hit it with a pan, and then killed it with his MAG.
Slicer "X": I'm not cleaning this mess up...
Griffin: Great job everyone. Come inside, you're probably tired from killing those disgusting beasts.
Alphadawg: Alright, sense you guys will have to stay here for a while, I'll give you a quick tour of the gas station.
Alphadawg: That's the roof up there, we'll get to that part eventually.
Alphadawg: Phippy! Open up, Its me!
Chris moved the barricades away from the door.
Chris Phipson: Come in, sir.
Alphadawg: Did you deliver those citizens to protection last night?
Chris Phipson: Uh...yeah, sure.
Alphadawg: This is the inside of the convenience portion of the gas station. We're still moving supplies and drinks to the rooftop. Its protected by a few cops-
Dachshund: You mean ones like Phipson?
Alphadawg: Ok, enough of the Phipson jokes!
Hatted Citizen: Undead...so many...of them...
Blonde Citizen: My wife...separated...
Alphadawg: Here's the roof. Ever since the apocalypse had started we gathered animals for meat, and all of the supplies we could get. We tried remaking the satellite dish, but we couldn't get a connection to anyone. Its getting late, we should get some rest. We already have a few people guarding this place, working the night shift.
23:00 Hours (P.M)
Miles: We're all here because of a meeting me and Kyle put together. We're here because of the death of Jace Direwolf.
Slash: Griffin said it was an accident though.
Kyle: He lied. Griffin killed Jace himself.
Bob: You really expect him to kill one of our team members?
Slash: Kyle and Miles have a point, Jones.
Kyle: We need to kill him for killing a team member. We could be next.
Bob: I think we've had enough talk for tonight.
Later after the meeting, a few figures appeared in the mist of the dark night.
Alphadawg and The Resistance all pointed their weapons at the Covenant hostiles.
Elite: Don't shoot. We're here because we need your help.
Here are the choices for Ian, M G, Evil Monkey Jr., and SuperSpy X:
A: Make a Temporary Truce
B: Kill them