Part 2
Jack opened his eyes threw his gas mask. He looked around to see glass and paper around his body. He got up slowly and looked around to see the infected dead on the floor in front of him. He grabbed his gun from the ground and walked out from behind the counter and out the door of the store. "RAAAAAAAAAA" screamed a zombie as he grabbed Jacks leg and tried to bite him. Jack shot the zombie threw the head sending blood all around the floor. He walked out of the store and looked down the street. No one...he looked down the other street...no one. "Sigh" said Jack as he started to walk to his platoons hummer. Jack reached the hummer to see his team....his friends dead. a tear fell down his face under the gas mask that stopped the virus from infecting him. He started to walk away remembering how his friends would say he had no feelings because the gas mask covered his face no one could see his emotions. But as every person he had feelings and now he was feeling sad.
Puff Puff Puff. Jack heard someone behind him. He turned to see Docks dead body standing in front of him.
"GRRRRRRR" said the dead Docks as he ran at Jack showing his teeth. Jack hit Docks in the face with his gun sending him to the ground. Jack then shot his friend and loved one killing him. Then Jack heard running behind him he turned to see Mark dead and running at Jack. Jack closed his eyes and pulled the trigger of his gun. He hit the infected Mark in the legs stopping him from running. Dead Mark landed on the ground. Jack looked at Mark on the road crawling to Jack bloodthirsty for Jack. Jack shot Mark killing him. Jack looked at the body's of his friends dead, there blood on the ground. Jack turned an ran away from the body's. he ran down the lonely street crying under his gas mask. He kept running even thow he was tired he never stopped. But he stopped when he couldn't see his platoons truck. Jack fell to his knees crying. He looked at the ground and screamed "NOOOOOOOOO DAMN". Jack with tears on his face looked at the gun on the ground beside him. He grabbed the gun and held it in his hand. He pulled the gun to the side of his head. Jack gulped as he thought of him killing his Platoon. He cried as he held the trigger of his gun to his head.
Click.
Jack stopped before he pulled the trigger. He threw the gun down and he opened his pocket and pulled out a picture of his family. He smiled threw the tears. "I'm going to come home" said Jack as he put the picture away in his chest pocket over his heart. He got up and grabbed his gun from the ground. Jack pulled out his radio and started to speak.
"Hello this is Private Jack Hampton" said Jack into the radio. The radio let out a loud hum and then a voice came into the radio.
"This B 2190 whats you emergency" said the voice.
"My platoon has been attacked by the infected.....i need help" said Jack.
"Were sorry but the bridge is blocked by a barrier....no ones allowed out" said the voice.
"What.....Well what the hell am i going to do-" Jack was cut short by the voice on the radio.
"Were leaving in a day.....ok no one can help you get here but if you can make it here before we head out" said the voice.
"........I" mumbled Jack.
"Can you make it" said the voice.
"Ye..Yes"
"Ok one day " said the voice before he hung up.
Jack put the radio away and he started to run gun in hand. He turned a block from the street he was on. He looked up to see the Brooklyn bridge. "Ok" said Jack as he started to walk the long road that waited him.
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