Post by Alan Haskayne on Jun 14, 2012 20:01:16 GMT -5
The USS Iowa sat anchored off of the coast of Washington, it had no visible signs of life on the main deck, in fact the only soul onboard was in the command station, sleeping. The hull looked slightly rusty along the water line, one of the smaller gun turrets was nothing but a burnt out shell never taking the time to cover up. There are also blood stains covering the deck, and observant people may notice that the ship is not flying the US flag.
Alan walked through the halls of 'his' ship, he stepped over corpses, both the dead and undead lay after his 'marines' got done. He walked over to his 'commander' who wore a gas mask and stood only slightly over five foot. His commander looked at him "Captain Haskayne." Alan looked down "Mr. Loyid, what is the situation here? Why are there dead people in my hallways?" the short man looked up "Flamethrowers don't discriminate, we are disinfecting this entire deck, no one gets off it alive." Alan walked off, he had always said 'The ends justify the means' and had ment it this time. He heard screams from farther in the deck as welding began to seal people in, and he walked back outside to escape the horror in his ship. Of course he wish he had known what this would have lead to, but hindsight is 20/20.
Alan slowly opened his eyes, he slowly sat up, he said outloud "Alone, Alone Alone Alone Alone." he sighed, and said "So Alone." he stood up walking out to the railing of the ship, he started his small diesel generator and walked back inside. He sighed sitting in a chair, maybe he would shoot himself today, that would be nice. He leaned back, he loved life too much for that, despite the fact this was no way to live. He heard the crackle of a radio "This is LNG Rivers, requesting assistance. We see a warship, warship please respond." Alan picked up the mic "This is USS Iowa, what is the problem?" the other person responded "Oh thank God, Iowa, we have infected onboard. We have civilians onboard." Alan looked at the controls, he took the radio and walked toward the elevator asking "How many infected? How many people?" he activated one of the boilers, the Iowa began to poor black smoke into the air, he went back to the bridge and the captain finally responded "We have 234 people, there are approximately 46 infected." Alan sighed and said "I see you now, we are preparing to assist." the other captain said "Oh thank you Iowa, I knew God would send someone." Alan sighed, he flicked switches activating systems, he saw their ship. He remotely began raising the guns to proper elevation and rotation and the radio chimed "Iowa, Iowa please respond your guns are targeting us." there was a voice that sounded like a little kid in the background "Daddy, what's happening?" the captain's voice said, not addressing Alan "Its ok, the soldiers are here to help us." Alan watched as the guns went into proper alignment and began autoloading shells into the guns and the radio yelled "Iowa, please we have women and children onboard, please for the love of god do not fire. This ship is filled with natural gas, it will explode." Alan sighed and pressed the button to fire, the first of the shells hit the water near the ship and the radio yelled again "Please Iowa, I have a little girl, please don't fire, save the children for god sake. Please we have many people under 16, save them at least." Alan sighed, he wished he could save them, and fired another shell, this one dead on. There was a second of screaming before the entire ship exploded in a huge fireball being seen for miles. Alan leaned back and said into the radio "I am so sorry Rivers." then dropped the receiver and shut down the reactors. He walked over and changed a number on a white board from 2,324 to 2,558. He sat back in his chair, another ship sunk, what else was new. He would have to reload the main battery by himself, he sighed, he had a day of work ahead of him. He walked outside looking at the coastline of Washington, he used to play some kind of online game with people from this state. He sighed when he realised it was only a month ago he was sitting with a tablet, writing stories about zombies for fun, watching the Walking Dead, even watching zombie Anime. He suddenly started crying as he looked at the shore remembering his 'normal' life.
Alan walked through the halls of 'his' ship, he stepped over corpses, both the dead and undead lay after his 'marines' got done. He walked over to his 'commander' who wore a gas mask and stood only slightly over five foot. His commander looked at him "Captain Haskayne." Alan looked down "Mr. Loyid, what is the situation here? Why are there dead people in my hallways?" the short man looked up "Flamethrowers don't discriminate, we are disinfecting this entire deck, no one gets off it alive." Alan walked off, he had always said 'The ends justify the means' and had ment it this time. He heard screams from farther in the deck as welding began to seal people in, and he walked back outside to escape the horror in his ship. Of course he wish he had known what this would have lead to, but hindsight is 20/20.
Alan slowly opened his eyes, he slowly sat up, he said outloud "Alone, Alone Alone Alone Alone." he sighed, and said "So Alone." he stood up walking out to the railing of the ship, he started his small diesel generator and walked back inside. He sighed sitting in a chair, maybe he would shoot himself today, that would be nice. He leaned back, he loved life too much for that, despite the fact this was no way to live. He heard the crackle of a radio "This is LNG Rivers, requesting assistance. We see a warship, warship please respond." Alan picked up the mic "This is USS Iowa, what is the problem?" the other person responded "Oh thank God, Iowa, we have infected onboard. We have civilians onboard." Alan looked at the controls, he took the radio and walked toward the elevator asking "How many infected? How many people?" he activated one of the boilers, the Iowa began to poor black smoke into the air, he went back to the bridge and the captain finally responded "We have 234 people, there are approximately 46 infected." Alan sighed and said "I see you now, we are preparing to assist." the other captain said "Oh thank you Iowa, I knew God would send someone." Alan sighed, he flicked switches activating systems, he saw their ship. He remotely began raising the guns to proper elevation and rotation and the radio chimed "Iowa, Iowa please respond your guns are targeting us." there was a voice that sounded like a little kid in the background "Daddy, what's happening?" the captain's voice said, not addressing Alan "Its ok, the soldiers are here to help us." Alan watched as the guns went into proper alignment and began autoloading shells into the guns and the radio yelled "Iowa, please we have women and children onboard, please for the love of god do not fire. This ship is filled with natural gas, it will explode." Alan sighed and pressed the button to fire, the first of the shells hit the water near the ship and the radio yelled again "Please Iowa, I have a little girl, please don't fire, save the children for god sake. Please we have many people under 16, save them at least." Alan sighed, he wished he could save them, and fired another shell, this one dead on. There was a second of screaming before the entire ship exploded in a huge fireball being seen for miles. Alan leaned back and said into the radio "I am so sorry Rivers." then dropped the receiver and shut down the reactors. He walked over and changed a number on a white board from 2,324 to 2,558. He sat back in his chair, another ship sunk, what else was new. He would have to reload the main battery by himself, he sighed, he had a day of work ahead of him. He walked outside looking at the coastline of Washington, he used to play some kind of online game with people from this state. He sighed when he realised it was only a month ago he was sitting with a tablet, writing stories about zombies for fun, watching the Walking Dead, even watching zombie Anime. He suddenly started crying as he looked at the shore remembering his 'normal' life.
