2nd Lt. Rosson's Journal-Part#4

Nov. 26th, 2008-11:00am EST


I awoke the next morning at about 11 o' clock. My surroundings seemed gloomy. The air was filled with a thin fog. The rest of the team and the girl woke up and we once again began our search for the scientist. Minutes later, the girl began to turn pale, and she threw up a little. Aubrey was also a medic, and searched her for any sort of bite. She seemed to just be a little sick from all of the shock. We then notices a fortified mansion up on a small hill. We walked up to the mansion and knocked. The door opened by itself, as we quickly got distance and put our guns to our shoulders....Nothing. We all walked inside and heard growls. Not moans, or gurgles, but growls. Then out of nowhere, figures pounced on Aubrey. Undead dogs. Apparently humans were not the only ones who could be infected. Poor Aubrey, they were to quick for him, and us. They literally tore him apart. I couldn't get a good shot without shooting him. They moved to quickly. I immediately threw a grenade in the room, and the rest of the team and I ran out of the house and locked the door. The explosion definitely killed the dogs....and aubrey. It put him out of his misery. I'm sure he would want to die quickly rather then being eaten alive by rabid, starving undead dogs. We walked back into the house, and the girl was getting worse. She dropped down to the ground. Then, I saw her eyes quickly change, and a bit of blood trickle down from her mouth. John didn't see this, and I shouted out to him to get away. Too late...she bit him, and I shot her down. He said for me to hurry and put him down. It wouldn't be long until he mutated. I hesistated, and slowly, pulled the trigger from my m9 Beretta........There....I was the only one left. I couldn't abandon the mission though. Then, a figure came from the shadows....It was the scientist. He asked me why I killed his creation. Then I thought, the giant beast that killed ben. I then realized that this was all a set up. The scientist was the one that started this whole incident in this community. He wasn't creating a cure, he was creating more of these creatures. Then all of the sudden, about 10 zombies started to run after me. Knowing there were too many of them, I ran to the nearest room and locked the door. It was a bed room. I crawled to a corner and thought to myself, this was the end. I looked to my right, and saw a picture of the scientist with a girl. That girl was emily. Was emily possibly the creation he was talking about? The zombies broke through the door, and there was john-robert, only infected. I put my beretta to my head and pulled the trigger. Click, click, click. Out of ammo. This is it. I am going to die by my best friend's hands. If anyone finds this journal, please, take my dogtags, and give them to the general back at the outpost in jackson, TN. He will know what to do with them.


***Brad closed his journal threw it on top of the bed. His last sight was his best friend eating his insides from his stomach, then, he was dead. About two weeks later, two young boys found the journal on the bed, and saw brad's mutalated corpse in the corner, with bits of flesh left. There, in his hand, was a picture of his girlfriend, with dried up tears and blood on the photo.***