Part 2

This takes place between a rock and a hard place on the day of the unplanned zombie attack.
The president has been zombified and Washington DC is over run with undead. Umbrella has set their strong hold in Delaware, where there are no more recorded human lives. Jack Bauer has gone missing and my partner, Otoha, is in critical condition. My name is Nana and this is the longest day of my life.

Samus stands atop HQ looking out at the destruction below. DC is in shambles and we have to get out. I make a low level assessment of the area in my Diver; everywhere bodies, broken bodies. The zombies lurch below as I fly by. I want revenge, but right now I need to get Otoha into medical care.
What can we do? I wonder as I fly back to HQ. Backup is a no go since everyone else is moving to take the enemy’s stronghold. In the garage where I keep my Diver, Otoha lays in a drug induced coma. I sit by her side as I go through the maps of the area. There has to be someway to move her out of here. Samus enters the garage carrying what looked like a manikin.
Upon closer examination, it is really the android Telos. Thought to have been destroyed by the CZU two years ago when U-TIC was still a major political power. It would seem that Umbrella had gotten hold of the schematics and built another. Problem was, there was no adequate power source. Samus suggested the use of Unit 02’s S-2 engine. It was our only option.
Using Samus’s ship computer, we reprogrammed Telos to go on a zombie killing spree. With that in motion it will give us the perfect diversion to safely get Otoha out of DC.
The debris in the streets made it a chore to get out of the congestion of downtown. Once we hit the interstate Samus was able to lay cover fire as I drove the hearse along the winding path. Our destination was a pickup point where we will meet Master Chief in a Covent drop craft. From there we will be taken into the heart of Delaware where Otoha will be treated.

Georgetown, Delaware 01:30:24

The situation was grave. The zombie forces have pushed our forces back into the residential area. The former VP, now President, is trying to call for foreign help, but it would seem we are isolated.
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“The Pikman are acting strangely.” Some afro dude says next to me.
I look around and in the end ultimately agree with him. Last I checked, Pikman don’t procreate that way. I suddenly felt the need to scrub my eyes with steel wool. Lovely, let me tell you.
Back on the ship I call up my Sith friend, Darth Mike Roch. I wanted to complete that quest we started the night before. My level 45 Dark Elf was kicking ass and we had finally obtained the stone tablet that opens the portal to the demon lord’s domain.