World War Z: Russian apocalypse
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				Title: <strong>World War Z: Russian apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 14:36:03</strong>
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				Moscow is the most beautiful city with a thin layer of snow and the lights of the city illuminating the city. The moonlight reflecting on the not yet frozen river and the wet cobblestones of the krasnaya ploshad, more commonly known as the Red Square. In a few weeks the river would be frozen over and the snow would be so much that most of the square would be white. <br><br>The government buildings were closed and only a handful of people were still at work. The other buildings inside the kremlin, as well as the cathedral were closed and most windows were dark. <br><br>It was a bitterly cold night but at least there was no wind or rain or snow which made my watch a bit easier. I was on guard duty at the gate but because I started at an hour that the kremlin was still open, I was still in my ceremonial gear with the rifle. Not that we needed the kalashnikovs because nobody had ever tried to get into the kremlin. The terrorists bomb the underground and the airport but somehow never got the idea to bomb the heart of the Russian Federation. Simpletons. <br><br>So far it was a normal evening and apart from some lost tourists the gate had stayed quiet. Halfway during my shift, close to midnight, some things started to happen. A few employers who had been working late left the kremlin in their cars in a big hurry, not bothering to tell me anything and when people came out on foot, looking rather panicked, I was on my guard and warned my colleagues. Something was going on and when I asked a woman what it was, all she said was a bad virus had turned people into zombies. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or not but fact was that the offices were now mostly empty, only a few people remained signed in.<br><br>Suddenly my radio crackled and a colleague who was stationed at the Spasskaya Tower of the Kremlin warned me to look out for a group of people coming towards the gate. I confirmed the message and took the binoculars from my guard house.<br><br>For a moment or two I didn’t know what I was looking at but then the chilling reality set in. It were humans but the way they moved towards my gate was so unnatural that I had difficulties believing it. Quickly I took the speaker and turned it to max. <br><br>"Halt! You are approaching a closed government site. I will shoot if you continue!"<br><br>I reached behind and immediately cursed that I still had my SKS rifle instead of the automatic Kalashnikovs. As I laid aim I could use the scope as binoculars and warned my colleagues about the threat approaching. The confirmed and I gave the people another warning. This only seemed to make them run quicker and when they had the movement motions of a rabid wolf, I laid aim and fired at a woman that looked much like the woman I had asked for information. Without wanted to brag, my aim is pretty good and her head exploded on impact. This didn't stop the others though and even when a colleague had shot other one, they kept coming. <br><br>The SKS is only loaded with two bullets on ceremonial duties and after firing another round I had to reload. We didn't carry back up ammunition so I was out. Luckily my colleague at the tower was carrying his Kalashnikov and managed to take out the remaining intruders. Minutes later he came to the gate with the other members of the guard. They asked what it was but I had no answers so they decided to check it out. I was told to stay at the gate and was given one of their guns as they left the kremlin and went onto the square to check the remains of the people we had just shot. <br>As my men approached the corpses, they jumped up and attacked my colleagues. They responded with gunfire but three of the four guards were taken down. Because of the darkness, I couldn't really see what had happened but the screams were deafening. One of them came running back but the gunfire had attracted more of the mindless creatures and when I saw the square fill up with walking dead I knew he wasn’t going to make it. <br><br>I ran to my guardhouse inside the walls, hit the alarm button which sent out alarms through the offices and then pulled the lever to close the gate, knowing this was the only gate that would still be open. Then I ran back to the gate to watch it close. I was just in time to see the last of the guards being taken down and I aimed my gun and managed to shoot two of the creatures before the iron gate closed. Some of them crashed into the gate but I was soon sure the gates would hold. I ran inside the offices and got into the lobby and searched the desk for the intercom.<br><br>"Everybody please come to the lobby. This is not a drill. Leave your office and come to the lobby. I'm with the Kremlin regiment. We have a situation."<br><br>Then I checked the small handgun I was given for ammunition and waited for the few people that hadn't signed out yet. The list was still in the guardhouse but I'd get that later.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: World War Z: Russian apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rottonone</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 18:37:14</strong>
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				Anatoly<br><br>The numbers were beginning to blur on the page, so I turn away and rub my eyes. I had been at this for hours but I think there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I may actually have the report in before the deadline. I'll be happy when it's done. It wasn't incredibly complex, just tedious. <br><br>The lights in the office were off, my desk being lit by computer monitor alone, I felt like I was on a bubble a womb. Looking around there were a couple of other functioning wombs. I prefer it this way. Most days this office is controlled chaos, but now I'm left to my own devices, me against the numbers, against myself. The quiet filled me with peace and I felt hidden from judging eyes.<br><br>Orders had come from above to re align the budget in a very specific manner. It had turned the office Maxine on its head with myself and co workers spinning off in our own frantic dashes. As I've worked my portion, I can't help wonder at some of the new allocations. Was there a connection to recent news events? Reports we're telling of a strange epidemic in Asia, while little was known, it did seem to have certain countries reacting. Is this our reaction?<br><br>As I look out the window, at the ghostly snow and purple sky, I can't shake the feeling that we are in the calm before an approaching storm. Or maybe it's just my flair for the dramatic.<br><br>With a sigh I turn back to work when my eyes brush over the corner of the photo, the rest buried under papers. I pull the picture from under and there they are smiling at me, my wife and boy. We were so happy then. My breath hitches in my throat, thinking about that day. It's all gone now. He is dead and she was in the arms of another. He wanted to hate her. She betrayed me,betrayed the loss they shared. The thought of her fucking another stung but her running away from the boys death this way, leaving me with all this pain. I want to want her to suffer. Yet I can't. I can't hate her. She found her way to cope. Is it any different with me and the bottle?<br><br>God, I need a drink.<br><br>It's funny how wombs start off so peaceful. Eventually though the shadows get longer and dusk brings the pain in. Maybe that's why we are born screaming.<br><br>My thought are broken by distant muffled pops. A couple of single pops and then a rattle like fireworks.it sounded like gun fire. Looking around no one else seemed to hear or at least they didn't react. Listening, the noise doesn't repeat. Shaking my head and wanting that drink , I turn back to work.<br><br>Five minutes pass and the fire alarm goes off. The blare is a cacophony that fills all space. I stand up with the others, joining their bewildered stairs. This can't be a drill. Suddenly, the alarm cuts and a woman's frantic voice demands we head to the lobby. What the fuck? Maybe it was gunfire. Maybe we are under attack.<br><br>I head to the stair case with the others, but suddenly double back to my desk. I don't want to take it but I can't help myself. I put the picture in my back pocket. I open the bottom drawer, its contents I do want. I put the pint of whiskey in my jacket and back to the stairs.<br><br>The lobby was almost blindinfg after spending hours in dim light. There were people gathered looking confused and worried. The owner of the loudspeaker voice, a security officer, was waving her gun excitedly and calling us over. This didn't look good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: World War Z: Russian apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElvenKitten</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 13:45:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/Elvenkitten/tumblr_mgwtebvsWS1qkx92ko1_500_zpscd6db8cf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Emily Miles<br><br>Emily was working late again, the glow of the monitor was strangely comforting at this time of night. She had already done all her work but now her real work began. Computer security got lax at this time as Emily discovered, guys during this shift were likely morons, they never even knew their system was compromised but then that's governments for you. The only reason she was working for "the service" was that she got&nbsp; careless trying to hack into GCHQ. <br><br>She was in this position because along with her computer skill's and her looks she was half Russian and could speak the language as fluently as a native speaker. She had used this to land a job translating English language documents for the Kremlin, she had used her looks to get close to a number of high ranking members of the Russian government. "The service" kept no record of her except for a codename "Agent Candid" and aside from a flash drive of computer intrusion software that must have cost over one million pounds to develop and a single shot weapon she was on her own. If she got caught the British government would claim to have no knowledge of her activities and effectively let her rot in a Russian prison.<br><br>She finished off her work and left a flash drive in the dead drop location for agent "Doorstop" to pick up. She suspected he or she was in the cleaning staff. She wondered if she should go flirt with that hot guard again...Anzhelika wasn't it? She smiled a little hoping she would&nbsp; frisk search her. She heard gunfire and panicked, she got the key-chain weapon and flicked off the safety. The portable short range weapon was meant for one thing, to get a better weapon. She kept low and then heard the alarm, had she been found out? She wondered if they finally changed out the security team for someone competent. Unfortunately she would now have to deal with the extremely well trained Kremlin Regiment.&nbsp; 
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