It had been just over a year..
And everything's changed.. Everything's gone.. Our world is no longer the same
How do you even survive something like this..?
Location: St. Louis, Missouri; MJ12 FOB
Time: 0800 Hours
Date: August 5th, 2001
The situation on the ground here had grown to be rather...intense. Breakthroughs throughout this area of the Red Line had caused a lot of worry among sentry teams, but morale still remained high as the new defenses were being installed. But Captain Scrawl was unfazed by this, and only really focused on the task at hand. That was to rendevous with Commander Chancy, who was in charge of this area of the Line.
The captain saw the entrance to the FOB and found that it had been attacked. "How long has it been since their last incursion?" Corporal von Karmichael had spoke out, clearly thinking aloud.
"48 hours from the looks of it," Warrant Officer Rodriguez interjected glancing over the damage done.
"St. Louis had been a frontline since last September right..?" Sergeant Christy asked, clearly uninterested.
Rodriguez shrugged, "I remember they were overrun prior to..whatever the hell is going on here." Rodriguez was one of those few men that actually was fixated on the events of Y2k. He was considered a lunatic, and was ostracized as a result. However, he had been spot on with what they were dealing with. His squad had a level of distrust due to this, but that had since eroded after various events revealed that he was on their side.
"Well," Christy was now looking at the headquarter'ss interior lobby, "They sure as shit turned this place around in the year since.."
The squad entered a room that served as the Command and Control center for this area. Standing at the central island overlooking a regional map of Missouri and Illinois was Commander Chancy. Chancy was the type of veteran who had seen far too much bloodshed to remain positive. He's grizzled, and often bitter about the life he was handed.
Commander Chancy looked up from his thought-filled gandering, and noticed Diamond Team enter the room. He gave an acknowledging nod to Captain Scrawl, who returned it with a salute; the rest of the squad followed with their salutes.
"Glad you could join us on the Line," Commander Chancy started with some pleasantries, "But I gander that you're not here for pleasure, so let me get to business." He zoomed in on the town of St. Elmo. "There's a storage of petroleum left behind here," satellite imagery comes up revealing a petroleum plant east of the town, "We want you to get in there and snag what you can. We'll have a cargo helicopter on standby to pick up whatever you happen to find. Questions?"
Captain Scrawl opened his mouth and asked, "What's been the reports on M Killers in the area?"
"A horde traveled through the town 72 hours after this satellite image was taken. There might still be stragglers wandering the town. We haven't encountered anything outside of that." Commander Chancy was blunt on this front, as he thought back to those 72 hours and wondered where that horde was going.
"What direction was the horde moving?" Rodriguez interjected, stepping forward.
"South, soldier. My guess is that they were responding to Bismuth Team and their...rather loud operation that took place 48 hours prior to that." Chancy crossed his arms as he waited for any other questions.