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Snort had set up an underground station in the old subway station in Chicago. This was a mix of mess halls and places where people could sleep. He also had stations where you could pick up weapons. When the chemical zombies made their appearance, he hit every major weapons shop and army surplus store. He wasnt going to die fighting these things. Also, he was a warthog, so he was tough as nails anyways. He didnt know if he could be turned into a chemical zombie and he wasnt taking any chances. He also had a friend named Marcus, he was a flying squirrel and the current scout for Snorts camp. If there were any creatures nearby, Marcus would know. Snort held his walkie-talkie in his right hand and in his left he held a fork. He was stuffing his face with some food. Most of the food they had were MREs which were those ready to eat meals that the military used when they were deployed. He figured if it was good enough for the military, it would be good enough for him. Now they had enough food for a small army and honestly, that is what he wanted. He couldnt fight these things all by himself and he knew there were other people out there that needed food and weapons. They could form a militia and take down these chemical zombies. Like most of the people in Chicago, he didnt know where these chemical zombies came from or why they were here. It was apparent that he needed to defend himself from all attackers. So he studied what it was like to be a soldier, he did this through movies and books. There were so many great military movies. Metal Jacket and Patton just to name a few. He wanted to be like them, he commanded his people like they were soldiers. Honestly, right now, it was just him and Marcus and that was fine.
Looking out for himself and Marcus was a full-time job. He hasnt lost anyone. Which was great. He had sent other people to different sections of the city and they havent come back yet and he was impatiently waiting for Marcus to return. He needed to know what was happening around him so he could plan some shit out and make sure everyone was safe and sound. He had been trying to get Marcus on the walkie-talkies, he was getting nothing but static. He didnt like that, he didnt like not knowing what was happening with his people. Marcus was probably alright, he was fast and could fly. So if there was any real danger he could get out of harms way rather easily. A few thoughts had entered his mind, maybe the reason why he kept on getting static was because he was underground and even when there were no chemical zombies and you could get cell reception. The service in the underground subway was always shit. Maybe that is why he couldnt get a hold of Marcus.
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Marcus had not left his perch in a very large tree. He was looking at everybody and everything. He had tried to get a hold of home base with his walkie-talkie and all he could get was static. He must not be in range. He really hated what had happened to the world. He missed having cell phone service and being able to listen to the radio. It had become a shitty world. He had watched two people in separate vehicles speed off towards the east. He wondered what they were doing and where they were going. Maybe he should go follow them, he didnt feel like he could though. There were no trees to hide in and he hated to be out in the open and uncovered. Maybe he should go back to home base and report back to Snort and maybe he would get another mission. There were not that many of them and they needed to look out for one another. Maybe these two people could join their ranks. He wasnt a recruiter, he wouldnt know how to ask them to join. He sighed and looked at his walkie-talkies.
Marcus grunted. "Why cant you just work?" He pressed the talk button on the walkie-talkie and just like before. Static, nothing but static. He knew it wasnt going to work, he just figured if he kept on trying and trying that it might work eventually. Also, if he continued to try, he might wear out the button and that wouldnt make snort happy and thatd mean he would have to go dig another pair out of the supply closet. Snort he didnt like having to go into the supply closet. Then he would get some long drawn out lecture, so he tried not to break shit. Sometimes shit just broke and it wasnt really his fault.
Marcus heard something flying above the treeline and he looked up towards the sky and pressed his lips together and his eyes went wide. "What the fuck is that?" Now that was something to report back to home base for. The flying creature looked huge and if it found the base, they would be fucked and he didnt want to be fucked. Well, if she was cute, then maybe. Not that was stupid. Now he didnt know if he moved from his spot if this thing would attack him or just let him be. Maybe it wasnt an evil creature, maybe it was watching the city.