Alright. So, these last couple of weeks. WHAT THE FUCK!? So apparently that shit that went down at the border…Zombie Plague. Mother-FUCKING-Zombie Plague! Well, for now they’re calling it the El Chapo plague. FBI must’ve seriously pissed that dude off. Hats off to the guy for getting his hands on something like that. Thats so fucking gnarly. I know I shouldn’t be excited, but I’ve been preparing my whole life for this shit ever since I played Resident Evil on playstation. Fuck-balls. Everyone else is scared and panicking afraid we’re all going to get fucked over. They’re not wrong, but hey at least it’ll be fun.
So Border Patrol, Customs and the Cops are getting fucking WRECKED down there. The zombies have managed to literally eat their way from the border all the way up to La Jolla. Which means we had to hurry to jump everything up to Pendleton before we got over-run. The next fall back, for us anyway, is Camp Roberts. God damn El Chapo that was such a great idea. Hit the border crossings, turn folks into zombies and watch that shit spread in every-which direction while you’re holed up in a bunker. God bless you sir!
So anyway, platoon has been scattered to the winds during this whole mess. I actually got lucky along with a few other to get selected to help out the Tier 1 guys that showed up. I’ve never threw my hand up so fast I swear. So I meet all the Operators and they are some hard-looking GRADE-A killers. They’re all business, which scares me, and they don’t fuck with you unless you’re one of them. Only guy that seems cool is this guy who tells me to call him Trent. Salty mother fucker but he’s actually approachable and funny as shit. He caught me singing a parody of ‘Here without you,’ but I swapped it for ‘Here without Harambe.’ When he asked why I was singing it I simply said “My father was a great man… I’ll never forget his sacrifice.”
I’ve never seen a man laugh so hard. Great times. So, he asks me if I want to roll with them up to L.A. I know how this shit works. Special Forces guys, once they like you, they attempt to hardcore recruit you. But first you gotta pass a few ‘trials’. This ones mine and I’m fucking excited. I could be the one-percent of the one-percent. Not going to get myself too excited. Probably going to have me do some bitch detail like ‘Drive us.’ or ‘Pull security. No way they’d let me gun with him. Best thing though, he’s got this SWEET mother fucking Tavor. Seriously would love to fire that thing cause it looks like it handles pretty sweet.
Anyway, long day, gotta get some sleep. Tomorrow I find out what they want from me and maybe, if this goes down well I start calling myself Operator.
So, I beat feet to the armory and everyone is in a panic. I meet with Major Lopez, cause I’m the senior-ist NCO in the platoon until Castle and Conners arrive, and get my tasking list. I set my people to work on moving vehicles and helping the Three-Shop set up our TOC. That keeps us mostly busy for four hours, but whats really weird, is that there’s FBI, Homeland Security…the whole goddamn Alphabet is here. Chief Barnes, Commander of the MI-CO whose’s usually jovial as always takes a moment to crack a joke as we pass, has got his game face on. And I mean GAME FACE. Matter of fact, NONE of the officers are acting normal. They haven’t really passed down anything substantial. When I asked Maj Lopez about his face went pail and said that we’d all find out later.
Fucking-a. I honestly don’t give two shits as long as this means there’s some killing to do. I hit up my buddy Kolodzik to see if he knows anything, but I’m not getting any service. This is weird as shit cause that shouldn’t be happening. But it seems as though everyone’s cellphone service is fucked. CIA comms black-out was my first guess but I get back to work .
We setup our server stacks and bring up our tactical network. Its going to be another couple of hours before the PREDATOR pilots get in and start doing their thing. So whatever, easy day though right? Despite the weirdshit going on I’m still laughing and joking with the Platoon until Sergeant Castle shows up. He tells me to get everyone together and get ready for formation the second he steps inside. He doesn’t look happy. Again, weird.
So the entire company gets in formation, and I leave a couple of guys to monitor the servers before heading to formation myself. Before 1SG walks out, Castle brings us in real close. I can see the other shops are doing the same thing. A Pre-formation huddle like a football team would do prior to the game starting.
“So you guys are going to hear some things today that are going to make you very upset. I got the briefing over the phone just before they cut cell-phone service and the Captain is going to tell why. Just going to let you know, Conners isn’t going to be here. He’s going to stay in Arizona with his family…” He’s about to say more when 1SG walks out and everyone scrambles back to get into position.
1SG calls us to attention, turns around and lets the commander take charge over. Captain Bently puts us at-ease and the first words out of his mouth piss everyone off.
“First thing guys, NO ONE is going home tonight. We’re not sure what exactly is happening, but as you see but the chaos here, its pretty serious. Some of you are going to get selected to work outside your selected elements, and such, but that should be okay because you guys are professionals at your jobs.” He babbles on with nonsensical shit like most Officers do. I lose focus as police sirens continue non-stop outside. This shit is nuts. But anyway, commander prattles on telling us really abso-fucking-lutely NOTHING and sets us back to work. I watch Castle shake his head as he turns around to dismiss us. Maj Lopez motions for us to gather around and tells us the real news.
“So, most of you know about the bombing that happened at the border today.” He says and everyone nods. “Well, as far as we’re concerned, we’re setting up to support everyone working down there to figure out whats going on.”
“So what IS going on? And why are we called in when there’s the Cornado-Seals and the Marines all over this mother fucker?” Everyone looks back at SPC Collins who honestly says what everyone is thinking.
“Well Collins,” Maj Lopez takes in a breath, before looking around and trying to keep his voice low. “They believe that the attack on the border today was a chemical attack of some sort. They’ve sent in first responders, but it look as though, what ever agent they used down there, is still active and they can’t seal the border without anyone dying.”
No shit. I don’t hear the rest cause I’m thinking, that whatever the fuck that got used…if its THAT deadly its probably airborne and on its way to killing us. In the next few days though, I found that it got much, much worse.
So this is wonderful. I’m sitting at home playing PS4 when I get the call from Sergeant Conners. He’s such a fucking douchebag that everyone in the platoon avoids him when they can. I, however, know he’s got his uses. Being the asshole that he is, he can piss off the right people when I don’t want to be bothered. Sadly he out ranks me so I took the call. I swear I’m the only mother fucker that answers the phone.
“Get pass the word to EVERYONE we need to get to the Armory ASAP!.” There’s a slight panic in his voice. A sense of urgency I’ve never quite heard from him before.
“Yeah sure, I gotta shave and-” I sigh outloud having to pause the game I’m playing.
“Do it there!” He yells, but I really don’t think he meant to. “Get in full battle rattle and go report to the Major Lopez.” Major Lopez is our AGR, Active Guard Reserve. He’s a fulltimer in a world of part time weekend warriors.
“Yeah, roger whats going on? We getting activated?”
“Yeah dude, turn on the t.v. shit’s a fucking nightmare!”
I don’t watch television. Mostly because its shit, but I do the next best thing and check out facebook. To be honest, the status’ and updates I was seeing should’ve made me upset, but really it did nothing more than get me excited.
EXPLOSION AT U.S-MEXICO BORDER CROSSING!
Holy fuck balls. I thought. We’re going to war with Mexico! I couldn’t have been more wrong. And you know what, I’m happy that I was.
Features: Ribbon tied in her hair.
Equipment: KSG KEL-TEL Shotgun / Glock 19
About: Muffin is an kind’ve-sort’ve ally to Regina and Operator. Though initially she despises and distrusts Operator and Regina, she comes around when she realizes Randi has set her up to be killed by Marsh and his crew she comes around. Operator stereotypes Muffin to be the stereotypical Asian, and while he’s not technically wrong, Muffin finds this irritating and offensive. Its not until Operator saves her life that she begins to rethink her opinion on the duo. She’s a very capable hand-to-hand fighter and prefers fighting close quarters.
Before the zombie plague, Muffin was actually San Diego Police Officer Judy Hannah Smith. Even though she antagonizes Operator, she really appreciates him for taking care of Regina and treating them as equals and not just eye-candy.
Against my better judgment, I’ve submitted my script for the evil helions of reddit to drop some critiques. Its probably not going to go over well. Take a look a drop a review if you could.
African American male
Hair: Black short, military cut
Features: African American Male who hides his face with a skull half-mask.
Weapons: Tavor x95/ CZ 75 SP01/
Gear: Plate Carrier, MCH helmet, Military kit. Loads of weapons
About: Operator is between 25-35 and mysterious. Only Kylie knows his real name as do other military people but they never really say his name. He also identifies as an ‘ammo-sexual’. Its not really known if he stole something, but some military people are after him for unknown reasons. Whenever they begin to ask for it, he interrupts them and says silly off-the wall things. Also kills zombies to Lady GaGa music. Despite being the most hated man in the Hustler survivor group, Operator is also the most deadly and loyal. Shown by the fact that he goes out of his way to keep the group well-armed, stocked and protected. But is it because he likes them? Or because kindness to your enemies is often the best revenge.
Hair: Red, curly and short.
Features: Freckles all over her body and full sleeve tattoo on right arm. Full leg tattoo on left leg. Tattoos on stomach, ribs and upper groin area. Various scrapes, bruises.
Weapons: Beretta Cx4 Storm/ Tavor / M4/HK G35c / CZ75SP01
Gear: Military pack, gloves, boots, knee / elbow pads.
After witnessing the horribly stupid death of her fiance (something they both never saw coming.) Regina has found herself naked, alone and afraid in the Zombie Apocalypse.
But just because she’s naked and unarmed doesn’t mean she’s defenseless, or a victim. Regina is a skilled shooter and fighter, and not because she watched a few youtube videos.
She puts on a strong front, but honestly she’s just one step from completely going over the edge. Thankfully, killing zombies takes up too much of her time to even allow her to think.
Greetings everyone. Hey I know its empty right now and you’re probably wondering “What the fuck am I doing here and what is this shit?” Well, hold on and before you nuke the fuck out of me, let me explain to you the world of RAGS!
Sometime in the future (after this shitty ass Presidential election), EL Chapo has successfully escaped from Prison and is angry at both the Mexican and U.S Government. Why? Cause he’s fucking El Chapo he can do whatever the fuck he wants. So in order to get back at us for fucking him over, he unleashes a zombie virus on the U.S-Mexico Border, there by causing an outbreak that spreads in every which direction and is not just limited to the U.S. So what does this mean? It means that California is fucked. Most notably, San Diego and everything North.
This is where our story kicks off. Regina Ragowsky and her fiance Sean, are escaping North towards the National Guard Base in San Miguel California. Unfortunately for Regina, she’s stuck out alone with nothing more than literally the skin (or freckles) on her back. With no clothes, no weapons and no hope, Regina searches desperately for a pair a pants while the world around her is going to shit.
And that’s the jist of RAGS: A Zombie Shopping Spree.