Here's my first try at making a story of any notable length about a game. Lemme know if it's any good.



Over the roar of the dropship closing in on the surface of the planet, I hear the pilot yell "HANG ON, GUYS, WE'RE TAKING FIRE!"
"It must be those damn zombies" said Private Jackson, our heavy weapons specialist. "More than likely" I responded.

"Remember men," said our commanding officer, Major Payne, "aim for the head, try to kill them quickly and don't let them touch you."

He was talking about the cyborg zombies. These are zombies fused with robot parts, creating a deadly combination, They also have jetpacks. One kind is capable of infecting you and turning you into TWO of them if they touch you, at first you start feeling minor pain, then your organs shut down. Your body is then switched up and formed into two half-zombie half-cyborgs armed with cheap weapons.

Onto our mission, there has been a ground war going on in a place only called "Battlegrounds" by the team. It is two large bunkers with 4 smaller outposts in between. Us and another company have been fighting over that place for a while now, mostly at a stalemate. But randomly, a cyborg zombie came. Just one, and suddenly there were zombies everywhere. They are congregating at a place known only as "The Hive," it is one of the large bunkers, but heavily damaged and being buried under dropship parts.

Our team consisted of 4 men, Private Johnson, our heavy weapons specialist, Major Payne, our CO and sniper, Sergeant Jacobson, our demolitions expert and I, Private First Class Dennis Williams, the radio operator and CQB expert. We were an elite team operating under MaximDude Corp. Each of us were wearing MDC General Purpose Trooper armor. Despite being clones, we are given names like we were true humans.

Onto our equipment, I am armed with an Automatic Shotgun and a Pistol. Private Johnson has an Auto Cannon and a Gatling Gun. He was chosen for this mission because he has the exceptional strength required to keep up with lighter troops while still carrying both those weapons. Major Payne is armed with a Sniper Rifle Mark II and a Micro SMG. Sergeant Johnson is armed with a Grenade Launcher, a block of C4, a neutron bomb for the mission and a Double Barrel Shotgun, a rather antique and fairly useless. He says it was a prized possession of a business man he was hired to kill, he doesn't leave TradeStar without it. We each have one medikit with us, for just in case. I am also carrying an Acid Grenade, despite it not being allowed to be brought on this mission.

"Get ready, team!" Yelled the dropship pilot. The interior of the ship was flooded with light and the roar of wind from the thrusters as the door opened. All of a sudden, the pilot yelled "HOMING ROCKET, HANG ON!" as he made a sharp bank to the left, I fell out of my seat, straight for the open door. Major Payne grabbed my ankle right before I fell out. As I was hanging upside down, being blown around by the movement of the ship, my grenade started slipping from the inside of my vest. It fell out, I grabbed at the air violently in vain trying to catch it, I cursed under my breath as the grenade fell to the surface of the planet and exploded.

Payne pulled me up and said "goddamnit boy, be more careful!" I nodded in assurance.

The green light came on, signaling that it was time to jump. We jumped out of the ship one by one, I was last. Upon landing, I heard a loud crack, I lifted up my boot and looked at the caved in skull of a soldier.

"Jesus..." I said in fright
"Don't go soft at a time like this, Dennis" said Sergeant Jacobson.
"Check your weapons, team" said Major Payne.
We all unslung our weapons and began cycling them, checking for jams and loading them with the required ammunition.
"Jacobson, what's our mission?" I said.
"We need to enter the base and plant a charge, a neutron bomb" said Sergeant Jacobson.
"And when were you going to bless us with that information, honored one?" snickered Private Johnson.
"When you grew some balls, also known as never" Jacobson responded.
"Both of you, shut the hell up" said Major Payne.

We began walking, creeping, more like it. We had our heads low, even though these zombies weren't the most perceptive, there were still members of the opposing faction who managed to survive the onslaught out here. I was on point, since if we were going to stumble upon any hostiles it would likely be at close range, and I was the only shotgunner here.

"Keep your eyes peeled," Jacobson warned "there is a lot of cover here,
anything could be hiding behind all these dropship wrecks."

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and as if some sort of reflex, my fist shot up to shoulder level and I froze in place, indicating "stop, I see something." All the others froze along with me. Then, loud crack, a flash from somewhere in the wreck and a cry of pain. Then, more shots, but not aimed toward us.

"FU-" croaked Johnson, holding back a posistion revealing curse. I rushed over with my medikit in hand and began healing Johnson to the best of my ability.
There was nothing else.
"It must have been a stray shot coming from a firefight somewhere nearby" yelled Jacobson over the loud gunfire. The gunfire got even louder, and Major Payne used sign language to tell us to follow him. With Johnson's pain dulled enough so he could bear it, we began crawling behind the wreck to try and get a view of what was happening.

We found this little trench between two piles of scrap that offered a looking place and cover if need be. We looked towards the gunshots and saw what we feared most at the time.

It was a large group of the other faction's team, at least a dozen of them, fighting the zombies. They had all kinds of weapons, explosive, shotguns, grenades, C4, sniper rifles, the whole nine yards. They were obviously prepared for anything. The zombies had what you might expect if you've ever seen one before, the strange shotguns and SMGs made of metal fused with flesh, the blue bombs, the stones, you know, that garbage. Although none of us had ever fought one of these zombies, we were briefed enough to know what might happen. One of the faction's soldiers suddenly dropped to his knees, he wasn't hurt, because he wasn't bleeding, he just randomly dropped down. He started violently convulsing, like what you might see in a seizure, one of the other soldiers next to him was backing away and shouting something to the others, a few turned their heads. Suddenly, he exploded. It was like he had a grenade in his stomach, but when the blood cleared there were two zombies standing where he was, firing at the other soldiers.

"Oh my god..." muttered Johnson.
"I didn't think command was serious when they told us that stuff about them infecting you..." said Jacobson.
"This just gives extra incentive to stay the hell away. Let's get moving" said Major Payne.

We started to crawl again, but for some reason Johnson stayed behind.
"Johnson, what the hell are you doing?" I shouted.
"My boot, it's stuck!" He shouted back.
"Bah" retorted Payne.
"I'll get him" I responded.

I crept over to where he was, jammed my shotgun under the piece of metal his boot was stuck in and pushed down as hard as I could. My shotgun is made of a super-strong alloy that is harder than diamond, so it could take it. The piece of scrap rattled and creaked, but it eventually moved over and crashed down with a loud thud.

We moved on to the base area.

We stood about 10 meters away from the entrance, staring at it.
"How the hell do you get all that scrap on a building?" Johnson asked.
"I don't know" said Jacobson "but a bigger question: how do we get inside?"
"I'm not sure" I said "your block of C4?"
"Good idea" he praised.
It took him a few minutes with the rough terrain, but eventually he got the block of C4 armed and ready to blow.
"Here you go" he said as he handed me the detonator.
"Get down" I said, as I ducked behind a wall of scrap. They did the same.
I looked around to make sure nobody was nearby, then I pressed the button.
A loud explosion, some flying scrap and a rumble later, we looked up and our eyes grew wide at what we saw.
Zombies, dozens of them, all armed and pissed that their wall was destroyed. They all raised their weapons and we got down faster than we thought possible.