Chaos

It's been tough trying to find a way to get back on here. Connections are tough to find these days. So here's a continuation of what happened to us, for as long as I can tell it.

One of the few places that we could feel safe, as safe as possible in a war zone, was on our FOB. It's the one place in Iraq where we can remove the armor, unload the ammo from the rifle, and unwind (after doing maintenance on our vehicles, cleaning weapons, receiving mission briefs, ass chewings for ridiculous reasons, laundry, etc. etc.). Ok, let's face it, you really couldn't unwind as most people would see it, but we found ways.

Anyway, the news of the zombies came as a hell of shock to everyone. It wasn't long before everyone at our base was starting to get very jumpy. We all knew about it started as a flu virus. It wasn't long before everyone began to look at anyone that even sneezed from the flying sand with serious suspicion. There were talks of using this as an excuse to "remove" troublesome commanders. Incidents of mysterious deaths were running rampant.

Then came the flu vaccines. Now matter how much we argued, they forced us to get the nasal form of the vaccine. The problem with this, for those that aren't aware, is that they use a live virus. A LIVE FUCKING VIRUS in the middle of a pandemic. Threats of punishment came out for all that refused to take the shot. Those of us on the base were all just cogs in the machine. Our command structure had no idea what was going to happen. But we knew... We knew.

It wasn't long before the first shot was heard. It turned out that in order to prove that vaccines were safe, several of the medical personnel took the shots. Suddenly we had zombies in our safe haven, in our home. From the dead ones to the runners, they were everywhere. We quarantined anyone that even looked sick. My own roommate and friend was bitten by our company's medic. He knew what was going to happen. He rewrote his death note (not every soldier will admit to it, but if they haven't written one, they at least have if thought out in their heads) and then asked me to kill him.

I couldn't do it. Not while he was still alive. After he started getting worse, I waited. Three days of no sleep later, he turned. I took aim at the head of my friend, and brother soldier, and fired. I just didn't care anymore about the bullshit politics, the war, any of it. All I wanted was to get out of the hellacious nightmare. But we had to figure out how...