The Walking Dead Our Universe Unleashed

Section 4-Till The Bombing Starts

December 1st, 2029, Cuban Town 5:37 P.M

Almons hair long, his beard a bit Bushy, his prosthetic arm holding his gun, his hair darkened with the sun setting making it look a brighter brown. "Let's go, today's the day we go back we help the CAF Fight and we run and destroy as many as we can in the process, because going back to the waters they'll be there the only way is to run during the fight, and during this time we make sure to kill as many as we can." Eric said, They walked through the forest, slowly making their way back towards the Cuban military base. They got up to the base, and all 3 had their hands up, the huge doors opened up with Dante standing in front of them, "all 3 of you chose to come back, for what cause? I just sent my men looking for you guys, too. The waters are open at the moment. Why didn't you run? " Dante said. Almon and Eric looked at each other, "we want to fight in this war, we don't want our families to be hunted and killed for the sake of us wanting to leave sir," Almon said. Dante smiled, looking at all 3 of them, "Good, this is good," Dante said as he invited them all inside "Eric, I wanna ask you something privately, if you don't mind" Dante said as they walked up towards the building. "Sure," Eric responded. They all continued on into the base until Dante got everyone situated. Eric followed Dante into his office. The door closed behind them.

December 2nd, 2029, 6:42 P.M. in the skies of America

Eric piloted the helicopter, MacKenzie, next to him, black straight hair, blue eyes, a white vest white shirt, jeans, and black shoes, looked at Eric. "What did you do before the Apocalypses?" MacKenzie asked. "Wrote music mainly, I grew up with my siblings all of them, eventually moved out, and then by the time 2024 hit this all happened, I went back towards my families house to see if they were okay and thank God they were, we had to move, there was no room keeping the food and bringing everyone at once so we chose to leave a few at home and come back, but when we did no one was there so we headed back to the place we found, it was originally suppose to be in Virginia that's where everyone said was the safest place on earth, going there all there was, was death, nothing to look forward too the army as we know it has fallen in America, but that's my home, I miss it I miss my family I miss all the music and good times we all had, all the times we spent partying, no one ever realized this was what the world would come too, I mean my Nephew Almon, he meantioned something about a book he was writing about all of us an the zombie apoclypes and how we all survived, I imagine it was never finished. Nothing will ever get finished, " Eric said. Firmly as he continued to fly the helicopter. MacKenzie looked at him, stunned, "I'm sorry you're going through this," MacKenzie said as she sat back and looked ahead. He turned his head. "What did you do?" he replied. The helicopter continued to fly into the distance, and it began to slowly land in Ohio. The entirety of Ohio was blown to peices, leaving only decaying destroyed buildings and skeletons. Eric slowly got out of the helicopter, and he began looking around wearing his gas mask. "What exactly are we looking for?" Eric shouted with sophistication in his voice. "Any sign of life, people anything, I mean you know what Dante wants, to defeat the Italy Military Forces," MacKenzie said. "I mean yeah, but is this really a war worth fighting, I mean we are in the middle of a world full of mindless human eating machines that tear into any limb they can grasp and we are sitting here fighting other living breathing people that deserve life" Eric said. "But is that really a choice we should make, I don't think so considering, we got nowhere to run they will just find and kill us it's in these people's nature, at least now." Mackenzies voice tightened and cracked with emotion. "What if your wrong what if we do kill them, then what, what are we really gonna do after, there's no point, we're all gonna end up killed, Eaten alive by these awful creatures, or die of old age, hell maybe catch a disease, either way it's in life's nature to kill us off eventually why are we doing it prematurely" Eric said trying to reason with her. "I can't answer that because I simply do not know, I am only doing what I am told," MacKenzie answered "now let's go there's no sign of anyone here at least not this area" MacKenzie said as she got onto the helicopter, Eric following behind. "Is there any reason we haven't attacked them, cause I almost thought we were supposed to yesterday" Eric asked, "Yeah, he simply chose not to its not a good time yet" MacKenzie said. The helicopter flew into the distance

December 5th, 2029, 2:00 P.M Cuba Island

Dante walked over towards Ruth and Alvaro. "¿Estamos casi listos todavía?" Alvaro asked. "Si nosotros somos," Dante answered. Alvaro coldly stared at him as he put out his arm. "liderar el camino." Alvaro said. They walked towards a huge boat. Eric, Almon, Jordan all standing side by side looking at the boat, "this boat is similar to the one your people took me on and as i was escaping shot me," Eric said. "This is the boat," Alvaro answered deeply as he looked at Eric and began getting on. Eric followed along with Ruth and the others. Dante took a glance at his home one more time before entering the boat. As he got on the boat, he began to sail slowly off into the Blueish Ocean. War Jets began flying above their heads, Eric looked up hearing the sound of the loud engines roar as they soared by, Almon Wearing a Blueish Military Uniform holding an automatic While standing at the edge of the boat looking off. Eric walked over towards Almon. "What's the plan he was supposed to do this days ago" Eric asked whispering near Almon "I'm not too sure right now give me a second or try to come up with a plan too my guess is we bolt it the second the shooting starts but that might be too early" Almon answered hesitantly, "are we sure this is the right idea this is an army after all who knows when they'll find us and not to meantion they have been tracking our group and eventually will find them" Eric asked. "The only thing we need right now is our people. The only problem is between us, The Ocean." Almon spoke Confidently "Eric I've been meaning to ask. Do you even remember where you guys were last hold up? " Almon asked. "To be honest no, but I do remember we were in a city right near California from my knowledge, it was all built up, but like so much was happening all I remember is scavenging with this guy named Stephan, he was kinda the one leading things from what I could tell, but we were scavenging and out of nowhere a group of these people Jumped us. kidnapped me, and I don't even know what happened to Stephan. I don't even know if he's okay, " The words brushed out of Eric's mouth in concern. "Well, when we get to America, we will figure it out peice by Peice, all i know is its going to take this boat at least 30 days just to get close to the Italy Border, so we will be on here awhile which is why they packed a months worth of food fishing poles and Gallons upon gallons of water along with one of those things you can turn salt water into fresh so we have unlimited drinking supply just sit back and wait" Almon said as Eric made a painful squeal holding the bullet wound on his arm. "Still hurts," Almon questioned, "a little bit getting better though," Eric said. "Keep it bandaged," Almon said as the boat continued on getting closer and closer to Italy but still was so far away, As they continued on, one of the helicopters exploded in the air as a bunch of peices began flying everywhere. Sounds of missles shot off in the distance as Blackish War Jets began flying in the opposite direction as Cubas White Jets. The blackish jets were about 6 times bigger than the White Jets and flew faster. 3 of the Jets exploded, causing some debree to fall onto the boat crashing into Alvaro, knocking him onto the ground. He began crawling to the side of the boat and grabbed the side. Trying to get up, he pulled up his gun and began shooting the blackish. Jets almost missed every shot. Another missle sound blew off as a missle headed straight for the boat, crashing into the side, causing a hole to form the size of half a school bus. "THE BOAT IS SINKING," Eric screamed as everyone began slowly jumping off into the deep depths of the water.