Major Roy Evans hadn’t really thought that the apocalypse would be quite like this - zombies. He’d always thought that it may be a flood, or an asteroid, anything else would have suited him nicely. He never considered that zombies could even be, until the year before. He was reassigned from the base comonly called Area 51 to another base, though it was referred to as the Clean House. He’d gone through combat training and weapons training, all in preparation for this. 
 
Roy had heard the coms officer give him, and the rest of his new team, twenty minute notice until their first mission. He scooped up his shoulder bag and made his way to the medical facility to gather some sampling equipment and medical gear. The base reminded him of the inside of a carrier, the hatches and sort of rounded hallways that opened up into large engineering rooms, engineers and soldiers running back and forth, going about their business. 

The medical facility was broken into a few rooms with nurses and a few doctors staffing it. Evans went to the equipment room and gathered a few biohazard bags, sampling vials, scalpels, a tracheotomy kit and a few other things. 

He finished up and made his way over to the armory. There, he was among nearly thirty people sorting through the weapons and ammunition, making sure they were right. No one really paid him any mind as he took three clips of forty-five caliber ammunition and stuffed it into his bag. He made sure that he was wearing the right uniform of camouflage with an armband of the medical cross. He picked up a breath mask and made his way to the helipad, on the upper levels.

The helipad was not too incredibly far from the armory. He jogged his way across the catwalks and up the flights of stairs. There weren't any personnel along the way, they'd all be manning their posts at this time of day. This was the team's first mission, he knew that if they went through he same training as he had, then they'd all be more than ready. He hadn't been outside since he'd arrived at the rig, the air wasn't very pleasant, he could smell decay as the world died. It reminded him of a morgue. 

He climbed the stairs to the helipad and saw that the aircraft hadn't arrived yet, though there were some of the team waiting. As he came close to the others, his heels clapped together, his back went straight and his right hand found his eyebrow, his arm rigid and straight as well. "Colonel!" He saluted his commanding officer. He wasn't really a fighter, but he was disciplined.