Name: PFC Aleister Crawley Health: Healthy Status: Paranoid
Inventory: M416 ACOG sight, Combat Knife, 5 mags of 5.56 Ammo, light body armor, gloves, flashlight, helmate, dogtags, keys for Humvee.
Location: Afghanistan, deployed as a Marine medic, heading to the mountains in a Humvee.
I saw an Afghan man struggling with another one, the other one appeared to be trying to bite him, I told them both to stop, the man was bitten and ran into an alley, I shot the man who bit him in the foot, he didn't even flinch. He started running toward me, I shot him again, in the chest, stomach, and head. He finally died, but then the one from the alley came out. I got him in the head. I turned back to my squad, but they were gone, and there was blood on the door. Nobody was around me. I took the Humvee, and started back to my base, I radioed command "Command, this is PFC Crawley, my squad is gone and I am returning to base, 2 civilians tried to kill me, but not with weapons.. They tried to bite me, I am unharmed, returning to base, over." I heard static then this "Priv.... pul..... ou.... zo...ies!" I immediately turned around and headed toward the mountains. My squad had left their weapons in the Humvee, I had an M16, M32 grenade launcher, plenty of food, knives, and an M24 sniper rifle.
I see more of the zombies.
