guitarcraze

The time was 12:07 midnight, the 5th of September, 11 months since the infection. We were located in the eastern side of a base just outside the city. "Shhh…" I whispered. I pointed to the south end of the command post. "We got two on the south side, three 'round the northeast. Looks like we'll have to hold base here; we're completely surrounded." "Not like we have much of a choice," Jak mumbled. Jak's always been a good partner. He was a good man to trust, easy to become friends with. He was 21 and he had a girlfriend back at home. Our home town allegedly had no threat of infection. "How many rounds you got in your M-9?" he whispere