Alea Iacta Est

The first coherent thought that Miles had was that he was moving, yet couldn’t move. Eyes slowly opening all Miles could see was darkness with a single slit of light in the distance. As his vision and mind focused Miles realized that the slit of light wasn’t in the distance and was instead right in front of his forehead. Looking through the slit he saw four soldiers all equiped with M4A1s, gas masks and other pieces of standard kit. Looking down Miles saw Jonah’s lifeless body. As he began to struggle against his bindings Miles heard a gun cock and felt something cold get placed against the side of his head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Someone ominously spoke from his left. Recognizing the voice he spoke up,”Hello Major Morgan.” “Hello Miles, you enjoy your little nap?” The Major asked sarcastically. “Why am I tied up?” Miles asked. “Well, General Doyle wants to see you. He wanted to see Jonah aswell, but that can’t be helped I suppose.” The Major spoke looking down at Jonah’s body. The truck then came to a stop and Miles was roughly grabbed and then thrown out. Miles was suddenly blinded by light as the thing that was covering his head was torn off. As Miles recovered he heard multiple guns cock and then heard a deep voice from behind him,”Do you know what he did?” Slowly turning Miles saw the looming figure of General Doyle, made more monstrous by the old russian gas mask he wore. “What who did?” Miles asked worried. The General simply nodded towards the truck turning to look, Miles saw that the soldiers were tossing Jonah’s body out of the truck. “He attempted to sabotage this country’s one shot at unity.” The General said sadly. “And what unity would that be?” Miles queried, suspicious. “The kind that this nation hasn’t seen in decades, the kind that only men like us could create.” Said the General with fervor. “Men like us are not exactly outstanding citizens, Doyle.” Miles stated. “You may be right but what we do have is discipline and the raw will necessary to change the world.” The General responded vehemently. “Is that why you accepted the Russian’s deal?” Miles asked sarcastically. “That was a part of it yes, I suppose I just needed an excuse to act.” The General said as though he regretted not acting sooner. “Now, let’s not squander our limited time together, I want to have some fun. Major, toss him in the pit.” The general said maliciously. In seconds Miles was yanked to his feet and was being dragged towards a massive hole in the ground. As Miles reached the edge of the pit he saw that it was filled with corpses and with the undead. Then he was tossed in.

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Miles felt nearly weightless as he fell into the darkness, then he slammed into the ground and he felt something in his left arm snap as he made contact. Barely withholding a building scream of pain Miles rose to his feet stumbling as he did so. Looking around Miles saw that he was surrounded by the infected, no, the undead. In a flash the first of them was upon him, it began to bite and tear at his mask in an attempt to get at his throat. Miles quickly rolled and kicked the thing off him, as he kicked he grabbed his knife from out of his boot. As he came out of his roll more undead pounced on him, he screamed in pain as one grabbed him by his broken arm and pulled Miles towards it. Using the momentum he was given MIles rushed the thing and slammed his knife into it’s empty eye socket. Yanking the knife free, blood spurting, the thing went limp. Turning to face the other three immediate threats Miles raised his right arm, knife in a backhand grip. The one on his far right rushed him and began to swing a strangely sharp set of claws at Miles’ head. Leaning back to dodge Miles nearly tripped over the corpse of one of the things. Stumbling, Miles inadvertently and clumsily dodged the creatures second swipe. As the creature lurched forward Miles tossed the knife in the air and swung his fist at the creatures head. Fist impacting rotting flesh the creatures face easily gave way and it fell backward. Catching the falling knife by it’s blade Miles hurled it end over end at the far left creature. As the knife impacted the creatures chest Miles rushed in and kicked the knife deeper into the creatures chest, burying itself deeper the knife shattered the creature’s sternum resulting in an audible crunch and the creature begining to scream in agony and rage. Miles brutishly yanked the knife out of the screaming creature’s chest, bits of bone and disorganized flesh still stuck to the blade’s tip. As the screaming creature lunged for him Miles deftly sidestepped and as he did so he slammed his knife through the side of the thing’s skull before pulling it out just as fast. Finally to it’s feet the one who Miles had punched in the face ran at him, in response Miles began to run towards it. Right before they clashed MIles dove between it’s legs and slashed it’s left Achilles tendon in it’s ankle. As Miles rose to his feet the creature fell. Savagely Miles stomped the creatures skull into the ground, on the eighth stomp Miles was tackled to the ground. As he landed on his broken arm he heard a second crack and felt his skin tear, looking down he saw that there was bone sticking out of his sleeve. Scream building in his throat, vision blurring from pain, Miles barely noticed that the blood welling from his wound was blue. As his vision began to dull and become monochrome Miles heard a series of gunshots. Right before Miles fully went unconscious he heard a voice speak,”I’m not done with you yet.” Then the dark abyss of unconsciousness claimed him.