Brandon and Ryan had decided to immediately rush outside, while telling one person to keep an eye on the sick. Both of their eyebrows frowned as they were worried about what this could mean on the camp.
"Why now of all times!" Brandon said with an aggressive voice, the veins on his hand were bulging as he walked quickly out form the room and into the main hall. He could see the look of worry on everyone's faces as they looked towards them, and all of the guards getting ready with their weapons.
"We can't predict everything that is going to happen in these times." Ryan replied. "That is why we just have to do our best and why I was so worried about sending a large group out."
As they got closer to the exit, several bangs were heard which was strange. The guards on duty knew not to act, and even if they did see zombies coming toward them, they would have at least a bit of leeway before they reached the front doors of the museum.
Yet the familiar sound was clearly a gun but sounded off in the distance which was making Brandon worry that the attack could be not just from Zombies but someone else as well.
In the meantime, rather than follow the rest of the group, Zain asked the others to follow him and had decided to head up to the second floor. If he remembered correctly, there was a balcony overseeing everything which would allow them to get a better look at the situation.
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Standing out in front, by the large staircase, Brandon was outside with ten guards that each had guns on them. They also had melee weapons on standby, close to the sandbags.
Immediately, he could see straight ahead, down the street that there were hordes of zombies coming towards them, but due to how far they were they looked like ants. However, every once in a while along with the loud bang, a small flash could be seen, a flash coming off from a gun.
"What started this, does anyone have any idea?" Brandon asked.
One of the men had binoculars and was looking out at the zombies off in the distance, he was trying to predict an estimate for the others as to how long it would take them to reach their current position.
The good thing was the large staircase that led up to the museum. It was one of the reasons why the museum was being used as a holdout because the zombies found it tricky to climb up them.
They would just push and shove climbing over each other making it easier for their group to deal with them.
"Sir, I don't think you're going to like what I'm seeing." The man gulped with the binoculars in his hand.
Immediately, Brandon snatched it out of his hands and took a look for himself from where the flashes were coming, and that's when he could see standing in front of the zombies was a human, but not just any human, one that they recognized well.
"What is that B*stard doing! Has he gone mad!" Brandon was at a loss for words. Stu had been in the squad with him for a while, even before this whole mess and although he would sometimes have a bad temper, he couldn't imagine what would lead someone to do something like this.
"The zombies, they aren't attacking him, my best guess is he has a few hours until he completely turns. Maybe he blames us, or me, for what has happened to him and he is wanting to get revenge, either way it doesn't matter. He is the problem now and we need to deal with it as quickly as we can."
After saying those words, Ryan turned around and headed back into the museum. Brandon didn't know what Ryan was planning to do or why he had gone inside, but it was his job, with the squad members to protect this place, that's what they had agreed.
Looking through the binoculars again, Brandon had predicted that they had two minutes… two minutes until the zombies reached the staircase of the museum.
"Alright, Max, Tod, we have been preparing for this day for a while now, we knew something like this was going to happen. From the looks of things, there are some of those giant Zombies within the crowd that are coming towards us as well.
"None of this is going to be easy. Since Stu is using his gun to attract the attention of the zombies around, that means it doesn't matter if we use our own firepower. You are permitted to use guns.
"However, the main task is to eliminate Stu and stop the noise. Once Stu has been eliminated we are to switch to standard protocol. Weapons are not to be used unless absolutely necessary, and we are to get rid of the zombies… do you understand!"
"Yes sir!" They shouted back, but they were unsure.
The amount of zombies were in the hundreds perhaps even reaching around a 1000 Zombies that were coming. The entire squad, their truly trained members, numbers were around fifteen.
With just them, they were unsure they would be enough to deal with this attack.
Back inside the place, there was one person who had already predicted all of this, and that was Ryan.
"What we have feared has finally come," Ryan stated. "It looks like the Zombies have chosen to attack this place. However, I truly believe that we can protect this place, that was what this place was built for, and why we all trained every single day.
"Everyone here is worth something, everyone here has a role. Those that have been training, those that are ready to fight… pick up a weapon by your side and protect the people you care about." Ryan said, as he bent down and took off his suit jacket and threw it on the floor, before picking up a bat that had several nails hammered into it, and turning around to head back out.
Ryan's eyes were focused, and right now, the others looking at him felt like he was a general from the past, one that led by example rather than from behind. They were about to go into a war zone.
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