Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ massacre at Port Saint Anne ❯ dead wrong ( Chapter 1 )

Massacre at port saint Anne

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Prologue: it has been eight months since that fateful July weekend when half the town of pallet Alabama was nearly wiped out. Just when the survivors of the Pallet town zombie outbreak think they are safe at last, fate proves them wrong.

 

It was blazing hot in the safe zone of the town of port saint Anne, Florida. Ash, misty and the rest of the outbreak survivors are now among the living. The high voltage fences along the town's borders have kept them and the other residents safe for nearly a year now. Outside the fences was a forgotten world filled with the walking dead. Little did the residents of port saint Anne know, the dead were becoming stronger and more industrious by the minute. The soldiers who kept the fence lines safe were becoming increasingly overburdened, as the dead systematically attacked the fences in large groups. It would only be a matter of time before they broke through and infected the entire town's population. As ash sprayed down his old dodge with a garden hose, he noticed something that made him uneasy. The birds roosting in the trees were scattering restlessly. It had been difficult living in the rescue town of reedington for so long, then having to adjust to a new life once more. Reverend Wallace and his daughter happened to be driving by and noticed the same thing Ash was noticing. “ Morning Ash. I see you're giving that old road beast of yours a good spray down.” He said as he stopped his car and got out. “Reverend, have you noticed anything strange and going on lately? I hear that the soldiers have begun to leave town in some parts of the area.” Ash said. “I don't want to admit it, but it's true. They know something we don't and I have a bad feeling about the future of port saint Anne.” Reverend Wallace replied. Reverend Wallace, a six foot two 220 lb African American man of the cloth had lost all faith in the soldiers who were protecting the town. His flock was losing faith in god as he had lost faith in the town's security. He could hear the dead every night as he slept. They tore and chewed and moaned. He often awoke in a cold sweat, fearing that the dead had broken through the barricades. The world outside was doomed. It had been weeks since any survivors had been found outside the safe zone and it looked as though there were no more living people in the surrounding cities. Still, he pressed on knowing that his faith in the father would keep him safe. Later that day, he stood infront of the congregation and spoke. “ Brothers and sisters, I know that there are some of you who have lost faith. I know there are a lot of you who have no faith at all. Weather you believe or not, weather you have all the faith in the world, know this. The end is upon us. Judgment day is drawing closer. God has chosen Y'all to stand up and fight the evil that has claimed so many lives. If you want to be on the right side, today is your day. Where man's army has failed, The lord's army will prevail! God is calling us all. How many of you will stand? How many of you will fight the evil that threatens to destroy mankind? Today is your day to enlist. Today is your day to trust in the lord's military. Today, you can be saved from the fires of hell. Can I get an amen?” The congregation responded, nearly in unison, with an amen. Reverend Wallace's daughter marline then stood up and lead the congregation in a song of praise by singing victory for our god.

 

Ash and Misty, while sitting on the hood of Ash's charger, kissed as the sun set on the waters of port saint Anne. It had been a quiet day, in which he had spent missing his father, who had died at the start of the plague and his mother who had been lost in the midst of all the chaos. Raising his brother was no easy task. Zach was only eight and was a well-behaved yet stubborn little boy. Then there was his relationship with Misty. He wanted to marry her, but he did not want to raise children in a world where the dead were returning to life and killing the living. “Ash, I have something to tell you. That night that we were together in reedington, something happened.” She began to cry. Ash pulled her in close and kissed her forehead. “Ash, I'm pregnant. I'm sorry I never told you. I didn't want you to have to deal with anymore pain.” She sobbed. Ash was shocked. The very idea of being a father scared him more than the walking dead on the other side of the fence. “We'll get through this, Misty. We'll stay here at port saint Anne and start a family.” He answered. He then slipped a ring on her finger and asked her the question she was longing to hear. That was when the sirens began to sound. He could hear distant gun blasts and screaming. He and Misty quickly got into the car and sped toward the house. The dead had found a way to scale the fence and enter the safe zone. People were running scared in every direction as the soldiers struggled to fight off the hordes of flesh hungry zombies. They had found a way in and were now wreaking havoc on the living. Residents trampled other residents to get to safety and were themselves torn apart by the walking dead. Internal organs were ripped from the bodies of their victims and consumed. Soldiers did their best to fight off the walking corpses that were on the attack. As Ash and Misty sped through the crowd of scattering residents, Ash could only think about his unborn child. How would he raise it in such a world? He was ripped from his thoughts, when a woman who looked like her face and neck had been torn into jumped on the hood of his car. He slammed on the breaks, sending her sailing into the side of a trash bin. A voice then sounded over the loudspeaker system. “Attention ladies and gentle men. This is the port saint Anne security force. Anyone who is not infected must evacuate at once.” Ash and Misty sped quickly to the church where reverend Wallace was giving his sermon. They quickly ran inside on arrival. “Reverend, it's starting again!” Ash shouted. The congregation began to panic and tried to run to safety. “Be calm, brothers and sisters! This is what we've prepared for!” Reverend Wallace shouted. He then picked up a bible and a plastic jug of holy water. “Now is the time, put your faith in the lord and make your stand!” He shouted. Ash was growing more and more uneasy as he could hear soldiers running toward the church. Reverend, we have to get these people to safety right now!” Ash shouted. An elderly women approached him. “Young man, I'm quite ready to meet the lord and I'm not moving from this spot.” She said. Some of the other members of the congregation began to agree with her. Mrs. Demario, mother of Kayce and Cory Demario, also spoke up. “So you're saying that we should just wait here to be eaten by those foul smelling corpses? You may want to stay here and die, but the god I know wants me to live. I say we head for safety.” She said. The rest of the congregation began to become even more uneasy and began to talk at once. Reverend Wallace's daughter stood up and asked to be heard. “People, please, let the child speak.” Her father said calmly. “ In the nine years that I've spent on this earth, I've come to know one thing. God has a purpose for us all and that purpose right now is to survive. Trust in the lord and he will guide you to safety.” She told them. For the first time in his entire life, Ash bowed his head and prayed. He prayed, not only for his safety, but also for the safety of his unborn child. As he prayed, the world outside was in chaos. The people of port saint Anne had become the next meal for the hundreds of walking corpses that had broken through the barricades. The security soldiers were shooting at anyone and everyone dead and living. Misty, who had followed Ash into the church, was now hysterical. The very thought of becoming one of the walking dead or being killed by the soldiers was causing her to hyperventilate. “Misty, I need you to stay calm. Please. We'll be safe here.” Ash said. Then he remembered that his kid brother was still at home. An ear-shattering explosion sounded outside. The resulting fire was now burning toward the center of town. “Reverend, what do we do?” Brock Harris's recovering alcoholic father asked. The reverend then spoke up. “We'll make our stand here in god's house. Here in this holy fortress of Jesus, no walking corpses will touch us. “ He answered. Suddenly, there was dead silence outside. It was as if everyone in the entire town had fallen silent. That was when they heard banging on the door. It was a soldier. He spoke with a British accent and banged harder and louder as the walking corpses got closer. “ Please, let me in. They're getting closer!” Ash quickly pulled open the door and let him in as the dead closed in then slammed it hard and locked it. “Thanks. I thought I was about to become one of them there for a minute. Lieutenant Harry Potter of the British royal air force. My fighter went down just outside the safe zone. They chased me for a mile and a half until I came here.” He explained. “British Royal Ari force? What are you guys doing over here?” Ash asked. Potter then explained that the outbreak had spread to most of Brittan and parts of France. He then spoke into his radio. “This is Lieutenant Potter. Does anyone out there read me? I repeat, this is Lieutenant Potter. My aircraft is down and I am I need of assistance. Anyone please respond.” He said franticly. It seemed like an eternity before a voice crackled over the radio. “This is Sergeant Ron Weasly of the one hundred sixty-third airborne. We've got your position locked in, Lieutenant and we're sending reinforcements.” The voice responded. “Can you give me an eta on your arrival, sergeant?” Potter asked. “ Roger that lieutenant, eta eight minutes.” Weasly responded. “Copy that sergeant Weasly, we'll be here.” Potter replied. Ash wondered why the British military was so interested in America's zombie outbreak . He wondered how a British soldier made it this far without stopping to refuel. It was a puzzle that he meant to solve but at a later time. His main concern at the moment was to get to his younger brother Zach. He remembered how the reverend and his daughter had gotten to reedington safely. They had used a large r.v. to plow through the massive crowd of the walking dead. “Reverend, I need to find my little brother. He must be so scared out there by himself.” Ash said. Misty grabbed his arm and began to cry. “No. you can't go back out there. Think of our baby. Please, Ash. I can't lose you now.” She sobbed. Before Ash could reassure her that everything would be alright, lieutenant Potter interrupted. “ We should all go somewhere safe together. Splitting up is not a good idea, given the situation outside. I suggest we go somewhere where they can't.” He said. Ash was puzzled at this point. A British soldier at his wit's end wanted to lead them to safety. “ I'm curious. Why were you flying in United States air space to begin with?” Ash asked. “Alright. The truth is that I was sent here from an aircraft carrier stationed about one hundred fifty-seven Miles off the Florida coast. I was part of a special opps team sent in to infiltrate a terrorist group known as the crimson talon. Their leader, ex us. army bio weapon specialist, Hienric voldemort was rumored to have caused the recent plague. Rumor has it that he and a small group of Iraqi terrorists over powered a British research outpost, stole an experimental virus and released it. They call it the Damocles virus. It attacks the most vital parts of the body but keeps the victim alive for a short time. The victim's body is then reanimated and turned into the perfect killing machine. The virus latches on to certain types of dna and kills off all living brain cells except the ones in the most primitive regions of the brain. It's so deadly because it's nearly impossible to pin point the type of dna it attacks. It's as if it re-engineers itself with every new infection. I know all this because I was in charge of the bio weapon pacification team. There were thirty research subjects who were infected with the Damocles virus. They died, then were reanimated in a matter of an hour. That was when we knew we had created a virus that could spell out the end of existence for the human race. We raced to destroy what we had created but we failed. By the time our government knew what had happened, it had spilled out onto the streets of every city in England. We sent dozens of our soldiers to try and contain it but it wasn't enough. We blocked off every tunnel, road and underground line that lead into Paris from England. They broke through anyway. We left the country on every large military and civilian vessel we could fit on. That was when I was given direct orders from admiral Haggrad Calahan to lead a special opps team to find the remaining canisters. Connell Voldemort is highly skilled in special weapons use and hand to hand combat techniques. Before he went rogue, his war record included two years in the gulf war, A lengthy tour in Bosnia, and a recent six month tour at the beginning of the war in Iraq. He disappeared shortly after and was rumored to have been killed in a road side bomb blast. Our opps have reported that he is, in fact, alive and well but badly disfigured.