Story WarZ: 2

Last time....
The main character, Matthan Ashton, has awoken from a bombing meant to destroy the disease that infected the whole world. After (somewhat) recovering, he takes on and destroys a zombie, then heads to a nearby building, only to find himself with a shotgun at his back....
"Kid, drop the gun and put your hands up."
Matthan reluctantly dropped the MP-444 and turned around, slowly putting his hands up. In front of him was a man that looked about 50. He had scars and torn clothes, and was carrying a M1014 shotgun.
"Alright, kid. If you want to live, you'd better give me your supplies right now."
"..I-I don't have anything but the handgun I found...." Matthan replied.
"Well then. You, kid, are useless to me," the man declared, pointing his shotgun at Matthan. Matthan closed his eyes, waiting for imminent death. However, the shells meant to kill him never came. He heard a loud CRACK! and then a groan. Opening his eyes, Matthan found the man dead on the ground, a lethal bullet hole in his head. "Hey, you! Get over here!"
Matthan turned towards the source of the voice, and saw a 30 year old man standing there, holding a MSR. "We don't have much time! Follow me, and I'll get you to our shelter!"
Matthan grabbed the M1014, before walking over to the man waiting for him. "What's your name? I'm Jacob."
"I'm Matthan."
"Weird name. Whatever, we need to get to the shelter, it's getting dark. We'll patch up your arm, too."
Jacob jogged north, and Matthan turned to follow him. Before hearing another familiar growl. Quickly turning around, Matthan found himself facing 2 zombies this time. Aiming his M1014, he blew the head off of one of the zombies. However, he needed to reload because the magazine in the shotgun had no ammo, and with an injured arm, it would be extremely hard. "Get down!" Jacob shouted. Matt quickly complied, and dropped to the ground, as Jake put 3 well placed Colt Python shots into the zombie. It fell, its brain completely destroyed. "Impressive, isn't it? It's an old antique from a long time ago. Fancy revolver," Jacob told Matthan, before sliding the Python into a holster.
"Thanks," Matthan replied.
"Look, over there." Following Jacob's gaze, Matthan could see a boarded up, smaller house in the distance, about 500 feet away.
A few minutes later...
Jacob strode up to the door, Matthan behind him. "UTC666 here, requesting entry. Brought a survivor with me." The door was opened, and inside, Matthan could see a few others inside. "So, who's this scrub?" one man asked. "His arm is busted up. Let's get a medic here."

While a medic patched Matthan's arm up, Jacob walked into the room.
"Yo. How's his arm?"
"Meh, could be worse. It'll heal quickly though, with the medicine we have," the medic replied.
Jacob sat down in a chair near Matthan. "Alright, I know you might be kind of confused. What about this - I'll tell you my story, and you tell me yours. 'Kay?"
"Sure," Matthan replied.
"In that case....
"Several years ago, I was fighting in an army for a country called Britain. We were part of the SAS, known as the Special Air Service. While taking out an airport controlled by terrorists, one of them released a deadly weapon....
"Look, the last terrorist!"
My squadmate, Mac, aimed his G36C at him, and quickly shot. The terrorist fell, but not before pressing a button on a large tank.
"What's that...?" Mac asked. "Yo, Brawl. Go over there and see what it is. You're our explosives expert, after all."
Brawl pulled out cutters, then walked over to the tank. "I don't know what this button does, but-"
A rupture and sudden explosion of the tank cut him off, blowing him up.
"BRAWL!!!" Mac shouted. "Darn it! Why did I send him to his death!?"
Mac looked down at the ground, an expression of regret on his usually emotionless face. However, I noticed something. His body.
"Look, Mac! He's... alive?"
Brawl was moving, and he slowly pushed himself up. "Brawl! You're okay!" Mac shouted to him. But I noticed, something was off. In his eyes, a lack of emotion and life. I turned to Mac. "Something's wrong with him!"
Brawl was now walking slowly towards us, with no life in his eyes. Mac pulled out his G36C, and fired a full magazine at him. However, Brawl wasn't stopping, and smashed Mac down to the ground. "D-Darn!" I muttered to myself, fumbling my G3 assault rifle off of my back.
"Kratos!" Mac shouted. That was my nickname in the squad. Everyone had nicknames. "RUN!"
I quickly rolled away, but I could see Mac, unable to get Brawl off of him, slowly turning green. "Guhh..." Mac groaned. I then realized that Mac and Brawl were sick with something. And I also noticed Mac holding a live grenade in his hand. "MAC!" I shouted.
"Guhh... Ugg.... Run.... Kratos....." Mac slowly said. Then the grenade went off.
"MAC! NOOOOOO!!!" I screamed. Running over, I saw almost nothing left from the grenade explosion. All I could see were charred remains of Mac and Brawl, and Mac's favorite weapon, his customized G36C. I picked up the weapon, and said my final goodbyes to my dead squadmates, before walking away, defeat and regret in my eyes.
"Soon after that, the sickness that took my squadmates spread, infecting the entire world. However, the infection didn't show any symptoms, and when it was noticed, the government tried to use bombers to eliminate areas with the infection. But it was too late, and almost everyone was infected. Now, they're either dead or a zombie now. The only survivors were people who are immune to this disease, like me, my group here, and probably you."
Matthan remembered the bombings that had knocked him unconscious for several weeks and injured his arm.
"Also..." Jacob said. Matthan looked at him. "Take this. It'll probably help you." Jacob walked over and grabbed a light backpack, then placed it next to the door of the room. "Get some sleep. You'll need it."
A few hours later....
His arm almost fully recovered, and his energy fully restored, Matthan walked over and opened the backpack. Inside, he found a customized battle scarred G36C with a silencer and foregrip, a SPAS-12, and a .44 Magnum. Alright, these weapons should help me. Thanks, Jacob. Matthan thought as he walked out of the room.


A little less action than the first story, but I needed to get some background information in. The 3rd part will likely have more background information, but then we'll get some action in.

 

Probably. I might get a female character in next chapter.

This series actually isn't good the way I intended it to, but I guess it works. Story 3 will have some nice action, but that won't come for several days. Even though I write these stories pretty fast, I don't always have time, and I don't always want to write.

 

In Grey's world, everything is either an English class or a coding classroom.