Fan fiction based on the Warcraft 3 map, Undead Assault 2

March 11, 2058
Two years ago the virus was released in Boston, it spread like wildfire. Within weeks it had spread throughout the northern hemisphere. The United States took full military action to contain the outbreak, deploying marines around the world. Control seemed within humanity’s grasp. Three months later with operations in full swing all hell broke loose. The virus began to mutate, evolving the infected, horrors swept through the Earth and slowly global armies began to fail. Now two years later Sgt. O’Brian and his squad have been deployed somewhere in Arizona.
The skies were dark, and the night air was cold, all Sgt. O’Brian could hear was the chatter of his radio and the hum of the helicopter blades and the fast paced beating of his own heart as he stared out of the helicopter window. He had joined the USMC just five months ago and he was already a Sgt. It had a little to do with his skill as a soldier, but mostly to do with the fact that the US was losing soldiers left and right in what they “called a fight on terror”. The phrase always reminded him of what his grandpa told him about the world trade center and the terrorist attack of “9/11”. It’s almost ironic he thought, because this terror had came from inside our country. Everyone knew that the virus was created in the US, but nobody would admit it, either way it didn’t matter, all that mattered now was staying alive and doing his job. The chatter of the radio startled him, “ETA five minutes”, said the pilot. Sgt. O’Brian double checked his rifle one more time; he was the Designated Marksmen of his squad and he knew every inch of his rifle.
His life had changed a lot in the last two years, he could barley remember his family or his friends. The only family he had now was his platoon, and they all watched out for each other.
His trance is broken when he is startled by a pat on his shoulder, it was Johnson, and he was the tallest member of the platoon. Johnson was big and muscular, which probably was due to his mother’s German heritage, which was more than likely the reason that he was chosen to be the machine gunner for the platoon. “C’mon O’Brian” Johnson exclaimed, “its time for some target practice” Johnson boasted with a big smile on his face. “Here we go again” O’Brian said under his breath.
“Go! Go! Go!” Exclaimed the pilot as the team fast roped off the sides of the helicopter, plunging into the cloud of dust below. “Setup a perimeter!” yelled the detachment commander, he was the new guy Charleston, he wasn’t that big but he had a loud bark when it came to giving orders. But the team listened to him; O’Brian took the high ground and stayed on the lookout for incoming enemies while the rest of the team secured the perimeter. “Hostile spotted!” Exclaimed the Navy Corpsmen, There was 10 of them, all infected humans in the first staged of the mutation. “Open fire!” yelled Charleston, a rain of gunfire lit up the night as the platoon gave the monstrosities everything they had. “It didn’t take long to finish them off”, stated Johnson with a small smirk on his face. “Lets move on, we should head to the town in this sector”, commanded Charleston. The team regrouped and moved on to the nearest town. Upon reaching the outskirts of the town O’Brian had a bad feeling in his gut, the whole town was dark. There were no guards on duty, all the lights were out. They couldn’t hear any signs of life inside the town. The platoon proceeded slowly, checking every corner and doorway, once they reached the center of the town, next to city hall they all looked at each other. It was the stench, the stench they knew all too well, the stench of rotting flesh. “GET DOWN!” screamed Johnson as he lifted his Squad Assault Weapon into the air and held down the trigger as O’Brian leaped to the side. He filled the creature full of hot metal, it was what the scientist called a ” leaper” for the obvious reason of is ability to jump several meters and attack its prey. The creature had jumped from one of the rooftops, now the whole teams scanned the buildings rooftops for signs of the monsters. Suddenly O’Brian saw something he dreaded, eyes, glowing red eyes reflecting due to the light of his flashlight. Suddenly more eyes appeared, there had to be at least a dozen of them, and the platoon was surrounded. “We walked right into a trap” whispered Jennings, the platoons navy corpsman. “Let’s get the hell outta here” whispered Charleston. Slowly the team started to back away from the center of town, making their way back to the outskirts, but the eyes were following them. Then suddenly a dark figure leaps onto Jennings, ripping him apart in seconds, he didn’t even have time to scream. The platoon opened fire, shredding the creature; after it was dead O’Brian rushed to Jennings’s body and took his dog tags. “HERE THEY COME!!” yelled Johnson as the platoon opened fire on the glowing eyes above them. “RUN!” yelled Charleston, as the platoon arrived at the outskirts of the town they were greeted by hundreds of infected and was forced to run back to the city hall. Upon arriving they barricaded the doors as fast as they could, breaking windows and making makeshift barricades in a desperate attempt to buy as much time as they could. “WE NEED EVAC” Charleston screamed into his radio, but all he got was static. “We won’t make it in here” Johnson said angrily.” He’s right” stated O’Brian; “we should take our chances in the desert” said O’Brian, “fine with me” said Charleston, “Let’s get out of here” said Johnson. The team rushed through the backdoor and into the streets, franticly sprinting into the desert, hoping their escape went un-noticed. When suddenly they looked around them, it almost looked like a moving wall all around them, but they knew what it was, they were surrounded by hundreds of them, they had walked right into a trap. “It was nice knowing you boys” Murmured Johnson. “One last round of target practice?” asked O’Brian. “Hell Yeah” answered Johnson.
Five months later at a United Nations conference….
“Our worst fears have come true gentlemen, they infected have become organized and are learning to adapt to our tactics, here is my proof. A video is played of the final moments O’Brian’s platoon, recorded via satellite. The video showed three men pressed back to back opening fire on an increasingly growing mass of Infected. The night sky was lit up by a final rush into the crowd by each member of the platoon holding a grenade in their hands. The video ends. “I suggest tactical nuclear strikes to all infected non-vital cities, populated or not, I call for a vote.” All hands are raised

This story was based on the Warcraft 3 map, Undead Assault 2, for more info visit undeadassault.net