*John slowly regained conciousness in the medical tent. As he awakened, his 2nd officer informed him that some troops refused to obey orders.*
*In a raspy voice, John gets infuriated.* "What?! You're all going to get ******** infected!" scream scream "All the lot of you!"
"Few of you militia men know what discipline is! You've been pulled off the street when mommy said you could hold a gun in your hand! We don't even have proper medical air supplies to go on the offensive!"
*He mumbled to himself* "...This is what a lack of training gets you..."
*John also noticed that the latest reports consisted of attack teams from within the mansion requesting back-up.*
"Nicoli! (the 2nd officer) send out squads 7-10 to the ballroom. We've got a rescue mission on our hands... 'Matter of fact, I'll do it. I'll rescue these men that have gotten themselves in the frying pan."
*With that said, John and other sickly troops (mixed in with some healthy volunteers) enmassed towards the center of the base.*
"Comrades! Our fellows in the mansion beckon for our help! Squads 7-10 (mostly consisting of sick soldiers) and any other healthy men join us! These brave souls have decided to put their lives on the line for the rescue of the very, very few innocents sure to have died in the chaos that swarms within the mansion!
...I do not know if we'll make it back though however... You've all heard those horrifying screams. Those same screams we could do nothing about while the grunnies swarmed this hellhole...
...Move out in 30 minutes! We're going on a mission! This may be your (and my) last!"
*With that said, half of the remaining APC's (5 of them, housing the 4 squads and John) and 1 Ant-class tank were rallied and loaded with the squads 30 minutes later. Everyone hastily prepared themselves to move out. As soon as the shields of the generators allowed the convoy through, they were immediately met by the throng of zombies and grunnies. The soldiers within the viechles cringed at the sound of claws and hands banging upon the viechle metal, craving human flesh.*
*The leading tank in front swathed a path to the mansion for the remaining 4 APCs. However, the last APC got caught and stuck in the crowd. It was painful for the soldiers in the other viechles to hear their screams as the zombies overwhelmed the viechle by sheer numbers. The whole viechle was covered in a sea of grunnies and zombies. Those in the APC put up a valiant fight before joining the ranks of the dead.*
*Regardless, the other 4 viechles faught on. They eventually reached the mansion's crumbled wall.*
