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Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -P
Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.Deadly Catastrophic destruction. -Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
Land isolated, remained protected from the rest of the country-dealing with a zombie assault on Pittsburgh , Pennsylvania, where a feudal like government exists. The survivors have fled to the city. The city is protected on three sides by three rivers and on the other by an electric barricade. Some time ago, a catastrophe destroyed much of human civilization. The recently dead, for an unknown reason, had returned to life and took the lives of the living. These "stenches" multiplied rapidly by adding to their ranks with every new victim. Several years later, the dead greatly outnumber the living. Many of the living in the vicinity have fled to the city of Pittsburgh , Pennsylvania, where a feudal-like government has taken hold. Bordered on three sides by a three rivers and on the other by an electric barricade, the city has become a sanctuary against the undead threat. "Fiddler's Green", the center of this city, is where the rich and powerful live in luxury while the rest of the population in the city lives in poverty. Gen. Paul Kaufman rules the city with a fucken iron fist and overwhelming firepower. Gen. Kaufman financed the construction of Dead Reckoning, a heavily armored vehicle that can venture out into the world of the dead with relative ease. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to spot zombies on the sides, Dead Reckoning primarily functions as a moving fireworkds display base: zombies are fascinated by fireworks, and just like humans, will stare gaping at them while ignoring the humans moving through the streets around them. Unlike Gen. Kaufman, Denbo is respected by the citizens of the city for his work in protecting them from danger, as well as bringing them critical food and medical supplies, things which they can no longer acquire for themselves. This is the purpose of the "Dead Reckoning," and the teams that accompany it. ---------------------------
Black Ops A. Secondary BI Subdivision Computron Tech. Corporation reem'd Co-Op's ordeal production. Advanced networking development and IT communications company, combined voice, data, video, and wireless communications on a secre IP platform is transforming the way the world communicates--it's primarily sourceful in purpose usage and gain trust in the Military services, CIA-FBI offical and unoffical Secret Ops divisions' unheard about in the society's acknowledgement. Serves this Company provides expands providance to what it creates. Much remains unspoken--due to it's dark usage into the privare forces accessed for Black Ops, an' all of it's base-camps staked in original locations. --Location A is main base camp for Black Ops aka Covert Ops, or Special Forces Team {S.W.A.T}. Great Basin, Nevada described as your typical military landscape, extended wide-spread out grands, underground hidden passages underneath solid grounds- 'Our missionaries work around the clock, without quit.' Jason's heavy dominant feel, slushed stomped through mucky sewer waters' contaminating inner ground tunnels. Sanctioned by steel black worker boots-black camaflauge pants' roughly-claimed snaked from around his broaden waist. Narrowing down each pant's until over lap his boots-mud spatters paint the material covering his knees. Loud engine sounds aggressively echoed above ground level whil'st Stryker vehicles zoom by--some vast speed other's crept. Steed rumbling reflected in sound barriers within the barcades. Sweat accumulated sheer layers unrestrictable claimed over his muscular upper-torso-exposed due to the only material warn is a black muscle shirt. Silver metal chains hung down freely, centered ontop middle core of his moistened bared shirt. Hidden Glock. .32 snuck underneath his left pant's leg. Each clipped to the back of his black belt, easily connected to other data -strategically able to interact through micro chips, wireless pieces. "-Bourne, Shit a repeat of Raccoon City happened...again. In Pittsburgh." General Mills. called a secondary catastrophic even outbreak, destroyed much of it's humanity. Identical to that of Raccoon City. Many of the living in the vicinity have fled to the city of Pittsburgh, where a feudal-like government has taken hold. Bordered on three sides by a three rivers and on the other by electric barricade, the city has become a sanctuary against the undead threat.
-------------------------- Meanwhile. Welcome To an Identical Raccoon City!.  . .. "I'm cursed! Yes, that's what it is. I'm cursed by these damn outbreaks all over the world, happening and being covered up by the Government and the oh so famous Umbrella Corporation, who has lost a lot of millions of dollars trying to keep their bio-organic weapons on the low side. Specially, their zombie outbreaks. Stupid corporations, stupid Viruses..." Second Floor, Mark was already checking out room number 203. Three rooms already had been inspected and nothing was out of the oridinary. He continue to walk exploring ready to shoot anything that move. Where was their back up? They should be arriving soon, he told himself trying to ease the tension around his shoulders and stress. How did he ever get into this Job anyways? It all started six years ago after losing his wife and kids to one of those small out breaks in a small town located in Texas, no one gives a damn about deserted Towns...Mark shook his head as he walk inside a baby crib. This baby crib still had the toy singing this sweet soft lullaby. "Fuck..." there were babies running around here infected? How fucked up was that? Really fucked up if you ask me. This had to stop, who ever was causing this viral out break will soon get what's coming to them even if that's the last thing Mark ever did in his life! Swallowing hard, he heard a noise behind him. Heavy breathing following by the crack that the wooden floor made beneath him. The gas Mask made it difficult to see. Therefore, he slowly, oh so slowly turn around and was in shock when he saw a woman in her late thirties cover in blood. "ma'am, we're here to help you" Mark said softly but it was too late. Ammo flew out his weapon in matter of seconds. The woman's body collapse on the ground making a loud tumbling thud. "Mission Aborted! Mission Aborted!" Mark panics as he recall seeing his dead wife dying in the hands of his 10year old son. Two little babies were dead on the sofa, half eaten! It was too much to take.
Jill heard the voice of Mark and quickly rose her head up and saw two shadows running down the stairs. Was it her comrades or zombies? Hard to tell, shadows cover the two person's running down the stairs. In matter of a blink of an eye, they roll down the stairs and blood splatter all over the wall. "Jill, let's get the hell out of here! This isn't your ordinary out break---!" That's all Mark manage to say as a zombie-creature like attacked him from behind and began eating the flesh from his neck ripping out flesh while blood oozes down the zombie's mouth! Jill quickly began to shoot it's direction / Both Mark and the Zombie roll down the stairs dead. Terrified, she ran over to her comrade to help him but he was already gone. "J.J. !!!! EVERYONE!?!?!??! Where are you GUYS! WHERE ?" She took off her Gas mask, and her blond hair was in a pony tail but some small strands of her hair got in her eyes. "LUKE!!?? ROBERT!?!?!??!?!" There was no sign of anyone else being alive...It was a long way down to the Lobby area. Would she make it out alive? Would any remaining survivors make it out alive from this Horror Corrupt Town of the dead? Or would back up arrive soon? She looked up and only saw darkness. Her body felt weak but at the same time strong. Darkness surrounded her. The flashlight on her weapon was turned off that way she didn't cause too much attention to herself. She saw some light coming from under a door? Should she go in or wait where she stands?The stairs to the lobby weren't ' far from where she was however, she couldn't tell because it was dark. What to do? Jill aim her weapon and turn on the flashlight ready to kill anything that came her way, without hesitation/ She looked emotionless and cold, but this is how you get once you have been through this before.   In another Corner of the City...
Denbo discovered that the man he got a car from, Chihuaha is responsible for the car's disappearance. Denbo then discovers Chihuahua trying to feed Slack, a hooker to zombies. Angered at this Riley, and Charlie save Slack and kill the man Riley was to get his car from so he could travel out of the Green. The three are soon arrested and taken to jail, where Slack reveals she was to be killed by zombies on Kaufman's orders, because she is actually an agent for Mulligan. Mulligan is an Irishman who once worked with Riley, but now has turned against Kaufman's class society and is tryign to gather rebels among the poor. Part of his anger may be that he has no way, aside from Riley's supplies, to gain antibiotics for his infirm son.  Meanwhile, Cholo DeMora the second in comman of the Dead Reckoning team, having turned down by Kaufman from buying an apartment in Fiddler's Green has gone renegade. Having his dreams shattered by Kaufman - for whom he has been secretly employed (among his tasks the disposal of the corpses of Kaufman's murdered enemies) - Cholo is out to even the score. He threatens to destroy Fiddler's Green with the Dead Reckoning, which he manages to hijack the vehicle, along with Pretty Boy, Mouse, Anchor, and Foxy who all believe in his cause. His threat stands unless his demands are met. Zombies attack as he is leaving, but Cholo doesn't care and orders his crew to drive away without intervening, Kaufman turns to Riley to stop Cholo from exacting his revenge. He is assigned three other officers, Manolete , Motown and Pillsbury , all of whom work for Kaufman and provide escort. After Manolete is bitten, Riley interrogates the other two, making his position quite clear to them. He has a tracking device, so that he knows where to find the "Dead Reckoning." They get there, and wait. He goes only with Charlie, leaving the other three behind. Motown wants to stop him, but Pillsbury betrays her and knocks her out, then gives Slack safe escort to follow Riley. When Riley finally catches Cholo, he is very nearly killed by him, while the crew caught in the crossfire, including Slack who moves for Riley's defense. Motown arrives, and is attacked by a zombie. Her death provides a distraction, so Riley shuts down Dead Reckoning's ability to use its weapons. With that, Riley convinces him to allow him to take Dead Reckoning and leave the city to head north. Cholo elects to take the Woody, an old GM station wagon with out a roof, and to go west, Foxy decides to go with him, however shortly after this Cholo is bitten by a zombie. Cholo leaves for the city, wanting to finish off Kauffman, Foxy takes the Woody and drives him to the entrance, before heading to Cleveland. During this , Riley and his crew then notice fires in the city and head back to try and save the city.  Meanwhile, zombies seem to have resumed aspects of their past lives: a former brass band blows ineffectively on their aging horns, a cheerleader carries her pompoms, a dead couple walk hand-in-hand. A leader has risen among their ranks; "Big Daddy" a former gas station owner who continues to amble out to the pumps ever time a fellow zombie causes the bell to ring, takes center stage as the leader of the undead. Unusually aware and intelligent, Big daddy directs some of his fellow zombies to use firearms and overcome the more rudimentary human defenses. The zombies are beginning to learn, adapt, and even communicate with primitive moans and grunts. In retaliation for the constant raids carried out by Dead Reckoning, Big Daddy ultimately leads the zombies in a massive assault on the human city when he realizes that the zombies can simply walk on the bottom of the riverbed underneath the water to reach the humans. The center of the carnage takes place at Fiddler's Green. Kaufman witnesses his kingdom coming to pieces before his very eyes as the zombies overcome the humans in a bloody massacre. As the zombies overtake the city, the humans discover that the electric fence defenses previously used to keep the zombies out have now become a wall to keep them in.
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 Black Ops Arrives. - back up. Black Stryker vehicles stampeed rapidly down abandoned and blood painted woods, leading towards the bordered City. A city now in the slumps, in which now deteriorated by an notorious identical deadly toxin spill-that had occurred nearly decades ago. 'Raccoon City, right? A city in the United States. This time ultimately became this one---and its outlying areas house several bionengineering laboratories belonging to the Umbrella Corporation and Kaufman's Fiddler's Green. These laboratories conducted by Scientists who developed viruses that can mutate humans and animals into zombie-like creatures. One of the laboratories, still reamins ' the Hive.' , it is located underneath the city's grounds and is the producer of the G-Virus. These Viruses are the plot devices driving the story behind the games, sabotage an security failures have unleashed these viruses and infected creatures, humans throughout the proximitiy an' a vial threat to spread an entire country.  'Fucking imagine-predictions stand correct on traces and logical evidence leading on Judgment Day, proceeds? Threatens Our Continent? It's said first target is California-then we have armies of deadly robots aka machines and toxic consumed zombies ruling over the fucking world. Black Ops has it's share of abnormal assignments slab they are enforced to take on an get it done, until the end. No matter who or what is left through this'. -Effectively Jason narrowed his semi-dark brows, sophisticatedly his ocean blue hues remained settled in determined mode on the destructed city-before him. Combusted, deteriorated, blood splatter painted each crack, stone , dust of dirt as the plains had surrendered to it's evil spill to the sharded grounds. Scent steamed venging death as a dominant aroma-a turmoil fume-as though earth's natural cleansing was permanently destroyed. Creak immediately forged a command in sync control as a Black Blazer's brakes were haulted. Inches from steel electrical fences-bordering off from the rest of the Country, by the government's military forces. Specialize gas masks for them to keep from breathing the deadly toxins facading the City and it's residense, corrupted by the posion or not. Loaded in each of these Military trucks, that were already driving through were equipped. Boxes filled with artilery guns, carronade, howitzer, tank gun. Autocannon: chain gun, gatling gun, minigun, mitraileuse, grenade launcher machine gun, squad automatic weapon. Pleanty of handguns, to go around for extra backup, like a few captive bolt pistol, hand cannon, machine pistol, howdah pistol, revolver, arquesbus, bunderbuss, few sniper rifles, combat shot guns, submachine guns, the works. Stryker vehicle A slammed on it's breaks, permitting three men to jump out of the back. Prepared as explained prior, intact standard procedures heading out with their weapons to begin clearing out the devestation. Keeping alert for any innocent standbys who weren't corrupted by the virus...yet. Max is the last to jump out of this truck, steel boats hit the ground. He wasn't human not even damn close-vampire roughly 300 years old. Mexican descendent , he was use to these sorts of mission, hell no it wasn't his first choice. Shit blowing shit up always gets blood boiling. "Aight' amigo' we've entered through thee East Expo ditch. Four men are on procedure to guard the survillance gates back up. Others are already out on da' hunt , see you round partner." Max's apparent hispanic accent, returned a heads up. A walkie-talkie, he clipped back on to his belt around his waist. He disgusted scrunched his brows-the stench smell worse the vomit and shit mixed. It's ten time worse when ya' a bein' of enhanced sense. "Son'a biotch. LET"S get this shit cleared out. Show these magot bitoches' who's boss!" He bellows out, commanding a few men he had surrounding the truck. Shadows swamped through a nearby alley way. Groans, growls increased as a steed of zombies come chumping away at their teeth. Flesh torn off their faces, stomachs gutted out, blood spattered on brick walls. Max's expression? 'fuck this' cocked squad automatic weapon, it swallowed the bullets injected. Targetting each meat head, bullets spit through the barrel rapidly. Lodging through their head's causing them to explode and brain matter scatters it's trace everywhere. Meanwhile....On the otherside of the city an abandoned building had seemingly undergone a deadly threat. While Jill was inside downstairs, stricken in a state of coldness. Frozen perhaps in fear of unsure what to do? Discretely as an increasing, rumbling sound only massive vehicles conduct is heard. Rapidly it's superior engine sound approachs and WHAM! Concrete beams, shreds of a wall combusted forcefully inward, steel gutter of a Stryker Military truck's front end was aggressively collashed through the buildings' wall.  Dust swamps a massive cloud of dirt accumulated of this head on collision crash. A sheer metal sound is heard echoing from an abrupt left of the truck, it's driver's side door is kicked open. Jason's manly feet, protected by thick steel boats on each one, hit the pile of rubble. Wrapped around his male broad waist, is a weaponary belt,-black and shielded combat shot guns were attached. Brutually revolved his entire attention on two zombies, instantly cocked his concealed firearm. Amo is fired and darted through the short space an' longed in their dead heads.  Aggressively their heads exploded while the bullets combusted inside each brain. Both zombies struggled and jolt before landed to the ground. Vaguely breathing,-whil'st intentional drenal blood rush kicked in. Jason's mascular chest faintly moves, at the same time his normal breathes are short lived. Lowering his gun to his side, both hands were shielded by black gloves. Immediately injecting the gun face down back into his belt, meanwhile at the same time rushed to the blonde's side. From what he could briefly observe is 'Jill Valentine' the Chief had mentioned to him, in brief detail. Agt. Bourne had his own priorities of researching specific individual on his own. 'his own mysterious tricks' however it remained sealed as a prime aspect of his demeanor shadowed about him. "Come on, lets get you the hell out of here. We've got enough vehicles, providing a sancuatized spot to hide if needed." He had a strong, dominant-masculin voice. Deep dominant tone-a natural sound he couldn't help it-a hint of alluring mysterious-head strong persona, illuminated his presence. Yet he remained calm, for Jill so she would be afraid. He gesturely nodded in a secure direction to get her out of this building, towards the trucks only opening. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to detect footage of zombies.
.............Let the hunt continue...... The strategic weapons to destroy it's deadly inhabitants are furnished an' stored secretly somewhere inside. Although what's unknown of the restricted weapons, carried in the bounds of his Blazer's trunk---and BlackOps' , discrete Jeeps "Stryker Vehicles." - No survivors are discovered or seen in it's ruins, although traces of the T- and G- viruses can be uncovered. As a result, the city is declared a restricted area and a biological hazard.  An infrastructure largely funded by the Government. Similar to the Hive existing as a secret underground laboratory under the city. Housing more than 500 employees, the facility has an artificial intelligence, the Red Queen, controlling it's security . Similar to Skynet which in fact is also controlled by artificial intelligence. The theft and deliberate release of the T-Virus starts the chain of events depicted in the beginning of the cities now horror. The Hive has been reopened, by an unknown devious figure working undercover for the Intelligence department. Infected creatures spread out of the re-opened Hive into Los Angeles placed the city under quarantine. The city is nearly destroyed, visitors might want to beware, never know what is lurking the streets of LA. Once you get it, you might not be able to ever leave. Four black camoflauge jeeps spit dust beneath their black tires, as they vastly arrived. Parked on each side of Jason's Black Blazer-- the other team vehicles thrusted through another entrance of the city. Steel front ends of Stryker vehicles smashed in through the guarded fences. Shattered through piles of rubble, shards of glass their war tires forced over. Back up inside them-were dressed in Black Ops uniforms, consumed in black identical to those of space uniforms . A Jill Valentine curses under her breath as she took each step. Getting closer to a door. It had been over thirty minutes since they were allowed to enter the building which was sealed from all directions, the only way out was through the main doors they had entered.Difficult task at this moment, there was no going back. "Jill , check this room and I'll take the second floor, J.J. takes the lobby and The rest take the other floors above." Mark whispered among his comrads as each took their own steps towards their destination. Jill wasn't sure how she would react when she saw anything out of the oridinary or resemble zombies. Would she shoot em? Most definitely. No hesitation at all. Depending on who she was shooting . As she slowly opened the door knob, Her mask that help breath clean air. Made it harder to see at a 180 degrees angle. Looking inside the small living room ,she look away disgusted by a body that lay on the ground. There was a blood puddle surrounding the old lady's body. Her stomach apparently was dug into and her insides were ripped out. Gagging, Jill continue to walk inside as she pass the living room, she notice the stove was on. Which meant that the older woman was attacked recently.Turning off the kitchen stove, Jill kept her guard up. The small flashlight at the end of her gun's barrier illuminated enough to see. Nothing out of the ordinary..
Dust swamps a massive cloud of dirt accumulated of this head on collision crash. A sheer metal sound is heard echoing from an abrupt left of the truck, it's driver's side door is kicked open. Jason's manly feet, protected by thick steel boats on each one, hit the pile of rubble. Wrapped around his male broad waist, is a weaponary belt,-black and shielded combat shot guns were attached. Brutually revolved his entire attention on two zombies, instantly cocked his concealed firearm. Amo is fired and darted through the short space an' longed in their dead heads. Aggressively their heads exploded while the bullets combusted inside each brain. Both zombies struggled and jolt before landed to the ground. Vaguely breathing,-whil'st intentional drenal blood rush kicked in. Jason's mascular chest faintly moves, at the same time his normal breathes are short lived. Lowering his gun to his side, both hands were shielded by black gloves. Immediately injecting the gun face down back into his belt, meanwhile at the same time rushed to the blonde's side. From what he could briefly observe is 'Jill Valentine' the Chief had mentioned to him, in brief detail. Agt. Bourne had his own priorities of researching specific individual on his own. 'his own mysterious tricks' however it remained sealed as a prime aspect of his demeanor shadowed about him. "Come on, lets get you the hell out of here. We've got enough vehicles, providing a sancuatized spot to hide if needed." He had a strong, dominant-masculin voice. Deep dominant tone-a natural sound he couldn't help it-a hint of alluring mysterious-head strong persona, illuminated his presence. Yet he remained calm, for Jill so she would be afraid. He gesturely nodded in a secure direction to get her out of this building, towards the trucks only opening. Armed with remote-controlled external heavy machine guns and video cameras to detect footage of zombies.
Stryker vehicle A slammed on it's breaks, permitting three men to jump out of the back. Prepared as explained prior, intact standard procedures heading out with their weapons to begin clearing out the devestation. Keeping alert for any innocent standbys who weren't corrupted by the virus...yet. Max is the last to jump out of this truck, steel boats hit the ground. He wasn't human not even damn close-vampire roughly 300 years old. Mexican descendent , he was use to these sorts of mission, hell no it wasn't his first choice. Shit blowing shit up always gets blood boiling. "Aight' amigo' we've entered through thee East Expo ditch. Four men are on procedure to guard the survillance gates back up. Others are already out on da' hunt , see you round partner." Max's apparent hispanic accent, returned a heads up. A walkie-talkie, he clipped back on to his belt around his waist. He disgusted scrunched his brows-the stench smell worse the vomit and shit mixed. It's ten time worse when ya' a bein' of enhanced sense. "Son'a biotch. LET"S get this shit cleared out. Show these magot bitoches' who's boss!" He bellows out, commanding a few men he had surrounding the truck. Shadows swamped through a nearby alley way. Groans, growls increased as a steed of zombies come chumping away at their teeth. Flesh torn off their faces, stomachs gutted out, blood spattered on brick walls. Max's expression? 'fuck this' cocked squad automatic weapon, it swallowed the bullets injected. Targetting each meat head, bullets spit through the barrel rapidly. Lodging through their head's causing them to explode and brain matter scatters it's trace everywhere. Meanwhile....On the otherside of the city an abandoned building had seemingly undergone a deadly threat. While Jill was inside downstairs, stricken in a state of coldness. Frozen perhaps in fear of unsure what to do? Discretely as an increasing, rumbling sound only massive vehicles conduct is heard. Rapidly it's superior engine sound approachs and WHAM! Concrete beams, shreds of a wall combusted forcefully inward, steel gutter of a Stryker Military truck's front end was aggressively collashed through the buildings' wall.
Black Ops Arrives. - back up. Black Stryker vehicles stampeed rapidly down abandoned and blood painted woods, leading towards the bordered City. A city now in the slumps, in which now deteriorated by an notorious identical deadly toxin spill-that had occurred nearly decades ago. 'Raccoon City, right? A city in the United States. This time ultimately became this one---and its outlying areas house several bionengineering laboratories belonging to the Umbrella Corporation and Kaufman's Fiddler's Green. These laboratories conducted by Scientists who developed viruses that can mutate humans and animals into zombie-like creatures. One of the laboratories, still reamins 'the Hive.' , it is located underneath the city's grounds and is the producer of the G-Virus. These Viruses are the plot devices driving the story behind the games, sabotage an security failures have unleashed these viruses and infected creatures, humans throughout the proximitiy an' a vial threat to spread an entire country. 'Fucking imagine-predictions stand correct on traces and logical evidence leading on Judgment Day, proceeds? Threatens Our Continent? It's said first target is California-then we have armies of deadly robots aka machines and toxic consumed zombies ruling over the fucking world. Black Ops has it's share of abnormal assignments slab they are enforced to take on an get it done, until the end. No matter who or what is left through this'. -Effectively Jason narrowed his semi-dark brows, sophisticatedly his ocean blue hues remained settled in determined mode on the destructed city-before him. Combusted, deteriorated, blood splatter painted each crack, stone , dust of dirt as the plains had surrendered to it's evil spill to the sharded grounds. Scent steamed venging death as a dominant aroma-a turmoil fume-as though earth's natural cleansing was permanently destroyed. Creak immediately forged a command in sync control as a Black Blazer's brakes were haulted. Inches from steel electrical fences-bordering off from the rest of the Country, by the government's military forces. The strategic weapons to destroy it's deadly inhabitants are furnished an' stored secretly somewhere inside. Although what's unknown of the restricted weapons, carried in the bounds of his Blazer's trunk---and BlackOps' , discrete Jeeps "Stryker Vehicles." - No survivors are discovered or seen in it's ruins, although traces of the T- and G- viruses can be uncovered. As a result, the city is declared a restricted area and a biological hazard.  
n another Corner of the City... Denbo discovered that the man he got a car from, Chihuaha is responsible for the car's disappearance. Denbo then discovers Chihuahua trying to feed Slack, a hooker to zombies. Angered at this Riley, and Charlie save Slack and kill the man Riley was to get his car from so he could travel out of the Green. The three are soon arrested and taken to jail, where Slack reveals she was to be killed by zombies on Kaufman's orders, because she is actually an agent for Mulligan. Mulligan is an Irishman who once worked with Riley, but now has turned against Kaufman's class society and is tryign to gather rebels among the poor. Part of his anger may be that he has no way, aside from Riley's supplies, to gain antibiotics for his infirm son. Meanwhile, Cholo DeMora the second in comman of the Dead Reckoning team, having turned down by Kaufman from buying an apartment in Fiddler's Green has gone renegade. Having his dreams shattered by Kaufman - for whom he has been secretly employed (among his tasks the disposal of the corpses of Kaufman's murdered enemies) - Cholo is out to even the score. He threatens to destroy Fiddler's Green with the Dead Reckoning, which he manages to hijack the vehicle, along with Pretty Boy, Mouse, Anchor, and Foxy who all believe in his cause. His threat stands unless his demands are met. Zombies attack as he is leaving, but Cholo doesn't care and orders his crew to drive away without intervening, Kaufman turns to Riley to stop Cholo from exacting his revenge. He is assigned three other officers, Manolete , Motown and Pillsbury , all of whom work for Kaufman and provide escort. After Manolete is bitten, Riley interrogates the other two, making his position quite clear to them. He has a tracking device, so that he knows where to find the "Dead Reckoning." They get there, and wait. He goes only with Charlie, leaving the other three behind. Motown wants to stop him, but Pillsbury betrays her and knocks her out, then gives Slack safe escort to follow Riley. When Riley finally catches Cholo, he is very nearly killed by him, while the crew caught in the crossfire, including Slack who moves for Riley's defense. Motown arrives, and is attacked by a zombie. Her death provides a distraction, so Riley shuts down Dead Reckoning's ability to use its weapons. With that, Riley convinces him to allow him to take Dead Reckoning and leave the city to head north. Cholo elects to take the Woody, an old GM station wagon with out a roof, and to go west, Foxy decides to go with him, however shortly after this Cholo is bitten by a zombie. Cholo leaves for the city, wanting to finish off Kauffman, Foxy takes the Woody and drives him to the entrance, before heading to Cleveland. During this , Riley and his crew then notice fires in the city and head back to try and save the city.
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