[center][b]Escape from County Road 12[/b]
September 19th, 2015[/center]

The rain came down in frigid sheets, forming shallow pools across the rocky fields that nestled at the base of the Custard Hills. The road itself resembled a stream, the rain water flowing down the paved highway from the Custard Tunnel, or what was left of it. The sun sank low in the western sky, casting a crimson glow upon the edge of the rain clouds. On the road ahead, bending into the foothills came the shambling bodies of hundreds of the undead, proceeded by their guttural moans, intent on their goal; the line of national guardsmen that maintained their post behind a row of sandbags.

Corporal Hennesee sneered as the decomposing bodies of the undead came into view up the road. "Ammo check!" He barked, The sergeant took a nasty bite by a geek three days prior, succumbing to infection shortly after, leaving him in command of this platoon. There was only eight of them left. It had been another five days since they heard anything from command. Their orders, when they left the temporary command post at the Paradise Falls Police Station, had been to guard the pass from incoming infected. Its been almost a week since they heard anything from command. The odd panicked dispatch came over radio, never good. Whatever the case, the infected were all around them, in Paradise Falls, in the forest, the badlands, the swamp and along the river. Staying here didn't make a lick of sense, other then to get themselves killed.

As the undead drew closer, a private reported their ammo situation. Hennessee's scowl deepened as the answer did not please him. They had too little ammo to stand against this horde. 

"That's it, men!" Hennessee hollered, shouldering his M16. "We're getting the hell outta here!" He backed up to the platoon's truck, hopping in the back, motioning a nearby private to get behind the wheel. The rest of the platoon eagerly climbed aboard the truck. As the vehicle lurched forward, Hennessee looked out, watching the undead scramble over the sandbags, where they had been a few moments before. With a sigh, he took a seat on one of the benches that lined the truck wagon. Beside him sat Private First Class Williams, smiling his usual cocky grin.

"Well, Corporal, you have a plan?"

Hennessee shook his head. "Beyond putting some distance between us and that horde, I got no fucking idea!"

((thought I would jump in with an IC of my own, setting up one of the NPCs that will be around for the coming turns.))