The Hopkins Syndrome.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! Anthony tried to ignore his alarm, he lied in his bed for about 10 minute before he slapped his clock. He looked at the time, quickly. It was 6:25AM, he didnt want to check the day, he knew what it was, but didnt want to look. He turned to his clock and groaned. In big red letters the word. "April 5th, 2012. WEDNESDAY" he hated Wednesdays, they were the worst. Wednesdays meant going into the city, they meant looking for survivors, they meant looking for specimins....they meant watching your mate die infront of your eyes.
Anothony stared at the ceiling, hoping he was off his shift, shoping someone else was going to go into the city. A voice suddenly came through on his radio. "Anthony, get your arse down here now, were going in 2 minutes" it was Keiths voice. Keith was his best friend, he'd grown up with him. He didnt want to lose him. "I'm comin' ya bastard" he said. Anthony rolled out of bed, and put on his trousers. they were patterned with light urban camoflage. He put on a LUC shirt on, and put his vest on. He filled most of the pockets with 12 guage shotgun shells for his shotgun. It was a Remminton 870 with an 14 inch barrel, but it had been fully customised for himself. It had no stock, and a green grip and pump. On the left side was a shell holder for 5 shells. It had a reflex sight on the top, this was hardest to get. The pump he was very proud of though. It was made out of green plastic like the grip, but had a vertical grip for easyer pumping, and a flashlight for night mssions. He put it around his neck in its 3 point sling, and grabbed his headset. It had a radio, and an eye piece that went over his right eye. It showed him tons, it had mission objectives come up on it, where his mates were, where.....they.....were.
He opened up his door, and stepped out into the balcony, to his left and right were tons of doors to other rooms, two kids ran past him. He walked over to the handrail and looked out into the sea. He saw the Sun rising, he was glad he was on the East side of the rig, it meant he didnt have to wake up to the view of the city. He started walking to his left, dodging the kids as they ran past. He went up some stairs, to the top level. There was an Osprey. Its twin propellers just starting up. He sighed, he didnt want to get on it, but he had to. Keith ran over to him. "Alright mate? sleep well? i hope ya got some ammo on ya, this is going to be a 30 minuet job!" Keith had the same stuff as Anthony, same LUC shirt and trousers, same black vest and belt, same headpiece. He had a modified L85A2 though. All the green parts had been taped black, it had duel magazines, a flashlight under the handguard, and a laser sight under the barrel. Keith ran off to the Osprey, whos propellers were making quite alot of noise now. Anthony ran after him, and jumped into the Osprey. Keith swung the door shut behind him, and they both took a seat. On the crew were two pilots, Anthony didnt know their names. John, a man in about his mid-40's. He carried an L85A2 like kieths, except it had a 200 round drum magazine. steve, he was about 30ish. He carried an MP5, with so mutch stuff on it, he couldnt tell it was an MP5. Then there was the man in charge of the search. Barry. He was in his late 40's. He was the team leader. He carried an MP5 with all the custom crap on it. But he was known for carrying two Ingram Mac 10's on him.
Anthony felt lift as the Osprey began to hover. He looked out of the cockpit window, and saw they were headed for the city. "Okay guys, ears open." Said Barry, in his strong Jordie accent. "Were going to Trafalta square now, thats our landing and extraction point, Satellites say there are a number of Mercs in the area. Only try and save them if they dont shoot at ya. Other then that, find the non-infected as usual" "Yessir!" everyone shouted. Anthony loaded 8 rounds in his shotgun, and then replaced the 5 he took on the side of his gun. He looked to steve, he was chewing some gum. "You scared mate?" he asked. "Hell yes" he replied. "ETA 20 seconds!" shouted a pilot. Anthony hated how short the trips from the rig to the city were. He pumped his shotgun. Everyone else cocked their weapons. The Osprey stopped, and Keith slid the door open. the 5 men jumped out, and the Osprey flew up and out of sight.
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