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Alarms rang across the country. A massive zombie outbreak had been confirmed across the entire nation of America, thousands of infected individuals emerging from the hospitals of the world. They infected those nearby, and continued to spread and grow. It was a plague of death, a cancer that rapidly spread and consumed all in it's path. However, even as this cancer began to take hold, there was a single force that stood before them. The clatter of armour could be heard, the ringing of church bells across the nation. Battlecries and prayers side by side, as the full military might of the Purge mobilized.

In Oklahoma, as well as several other cities, the infection was instantly wiped out. As the infected emerged, large amounts of holy vapour shot out of every corridor. Specially mounted release valves across the city released a cloud that covered the entire city, wrapping everything in the deadly divine fog. The foul demons burned, even as Crusaders marched forth and cut them down. Weakened and burning they were swiftly eliminated, unable to stand up against the preparations that the Purge had made. However, many other cities were not nearly so lucky. For only a few cities had been converted by the Purge, and many remained without the automatic fog generators.

Creatures swarmed the streets, even as Purge agents marched into battle. Batallions of warriors marched side by side, slicing through the enemy lines with their longswords even as waves of fog and flame washed over the enemy. Strange and mutated creatures ripped into the Purge ranks, beating their way through the Purge's thick armoured plating. The Purge refused to die, and yet were swiftly turned by the hyperinfectious abominations. Many were cooked alive inside their suits, the very armour and weapons they wielded killing them before they could become a threat. Those that didn't were slain by their comrades, only a momentary prayer said over their corpse.

In some cities, the Purge prevailed. Beating back superior numbers with great preparation and superior weaponry. Their every weapon was devoted to killing vampires, and it was what they did best. Their armour burned the creatures at a touch, their weapons burned the very flesh from their bones. And yet often it was not enough. Claws, acid and blades ripped through armoured plating. A gruesome slime forced it's way through the eye holes of a Crusader, as the man inside was eaten alive. But they did not scream as they fell. Rather, they shouted for their comrades to go on without them. To remain vigilant, and to carry on their names.

Entire cities were lost. Los Angles and Seattle were overwhelmed by the creatures. They had refused to cooperate with the Purge and were being torn to shreds by this vampire threat. Texas was infested, a continuous battle ranging from across the state as the vile creatures were being pushed back. But it was not a time for panic. It was a time for war, a glorious war. And even as the great Annihilation Shrines set out to purify those cities that had been lost to this demonic cancer, one thing was certain. The Purge would not allow humanity to fall on this day. And every death, every scream, was a hardwon battle.

This day, the Purge, who so many had despised, stepped up to save mankind.