A/N: Zombie action doesn't break out right away. I like to drag things out when it comes to zombie stories... This is Chapter one. If you want to know what the entrance and a little ways into The Silos looks like, ask me and I'll share the link with you from a photographer who has been down there.
Alec's Point Of View: I never thought that the zombie apocalypse would really happen. Come on! It was just so unlikely... But here we are, in fuckin' DEER TRAIL! Even better, we are about five miles north east of Deer Trail, so we're pretty far from actual civilization. We're at the Titan I Missile Silos. From what I had researched, it was complex 2B, so it was only one of about six on this side of the state. Thank god the damn place has been abandoned for years! Since we're so far from civilization, the zombies won't get us too fast. But eventually they will get out to this area. And when they do, there are at least FIVE people I can think of waiting to blow and slice their ways to safety; Myself, Riff, Danny and Shadow. We're supposed to be meeting our friend Terry here... I wonder if she got out of Denver okay...
Chapter One: The Hunt For Terry
"And we're here... Complex 2B. Also known as The Silos," Riff announced as he pulled the black, blood and limb covered hyundai to a stop. Next to him, in the passenger seat, Alec had a book light lit, staring at a map of the area they were about to enter. Sure, they each had been at least once, Alec and Riff more than their friends Danny and Shadow, but maps were still safe. Alec climbed out of the car last and moved to the back of the car, watching his friends pull out bags and weaponry. Riff pulled out two twin swords, handing one to Alec, who took it and put it on his back, adjusting the strap as best as he could without making it too tight. He pulled out his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder. Shadow and Danny pulled out their guns and just to be safe, their knives as well. Alec pulled out a holster with a knife safely tucked in it and quickly strapped it to his thigh. He raised it to his pant legs and tucked the bottoms of the legs in his boots. He grabbed the smallest knife and stuck it in the holster on the inside of his left boot. The male pulled four pairs of gloves from his pockets and handed three of them to his friends. He grabbed one of the four shoulder straps out and grabbed a mag light from the trunk, sliding it in the biggest holder.
Jet slung the sword over one shoulder and took out his messenger bag, throwing it over the other. He pulled a beanie on and took the gloves, pulling them on. He popped his neck and knuckles before grabbing one of the shoulder straps and another mag light, setting both up. Shadow and Danny repeated what their friends had done. Alec pulled out the walkie talkies and handed them to each of them, holding on to the extra one in case he ran into Terry. He handed them each headsets and a map of The Silos. He put his on the trunk and shined his mag light onto it.
"We're here," he said, pointing just outside their usual entrance, "There are about three different routes to get deep into The Silos. Danny and Shadow, you two take the one that goes forward. Riff, you take the one that goes to the left. As for me... I'm going right. Unless specified or you need to hear your surroundings, do NOT turn your walkie talkies off! I have them all set to channel four, so we should all be able to communicate through long distances. There twelve pairs of spare batteries in all of your bags. Mine has twenty-four, in case I am the one to run into Terry. If any of you do, keep her close and we'll meet up in the cafeteria area and I'll get her the walkie talkie and the batteries. If there are already people inside, ask them if they have seen her. Got it?"
"Yup!" They all said. Nerves were building up. Alec folded his map and put it in his pocket. He turned, "Let's go!" He exclaimed. They began to work their way down the muddy, weed-covered slope to the entrance they had all grown familiar with. They got down and climbed through the entrance, walking in.
