Moira Rescue Mission: Part V
The mission to rescue Blue Brigade member Moira Jones continues…
A secret self-organized unit within the ZSC received the Urgent call for help from Moira Jones and sprang into action. Although the city is awash with walkers, these brave souls put together a mission plan on hearing Moira’s plight. Exactly what we expect from Zombie Survival Crew members. Below is a brief mission recap, then a continuation of the field reports pouring in following up on earlier reports of the mission’s genesis.
MISSION: Rescue one Moira Jones from 6th floor of over run hospital.
OBJECTIVE: Search for and rescue Moira Jones and bring to safety.
STRATEGY: Rendezvous with fellow members of the ZSC and use skill sets to bring Moira Jones to safety.
- URGENT: Letter from Moira
- Zombie Survival Crew Rescue Mission
- Moira Rescue Mission: Part II
- Official ZSC Command Communications Record
- Moira Rescue Mission: Part III
- Moira Rescue Mission: Part IV
- Norman Reedus – Blue Brigade Commander
- Michael Rooker – Head of Special Forces
- Tiffany, Rebecca, Apryl, Emma, Jessica, and Eve – A ragtag group of ZSC members from different brigades that are going to come together to ensure Moira is rescued and brought to safety. (@MacabreKiss @RebeccaMStarr @FlaneryGrl @Emmabookworm @Jessadorkadon and @Catella_Snape)
Jessica’s POV (With Rebecca):
Rebecca, Luna, and I slowly started making our way toward the hallway directly in front of us. Rebecca was a new recruit in the Red Brigade of the Zombie Survival Crew and incredibly grateful that her machete arrived in time for the rescue mission. She ordered a special-made Billhook Machete and also brandished her desert eagle with silencer. I carried my cast iron skillet, a sword that I’d commissioned, and also a gun with a silencer. Luna had her unmatched keen senses of smell, hearing and sight even in the dark, and of course, her fangs and powerful bite. We halfway down the hall when all of the sudden Luna stopped in her tracks and let out a soft growl.
“Jess, I see something down there in the hall,” Rebecca said, tightening her grip on her machete.
I squinted made out a dark figure hunched over another dark figure. We inched closer. Slurping and crunching noises filled the hall—definitely a walker enjoying a meal.
“I got this,” Rebecca said and moved forward.
As she approached the walker, it lifted its head up and sniffed the air. Before it could even turn around, I heard the machete swing through the air, and thud—the walker’s head smacked the wall.
I moved closer. Rebecca smiled and said, “Four!”
“That would’ve been a hole-in-one, right there,” I joked. Surprisingly there weren’t any other walkers the hallway. We made it to a set of stairs.
“Rebecca and Jess, squirrel. We’re at the stairs.” I paused. Something didn’t feel right about how quickly we made it to the stairs. Only one walker, and that was it?
“We are heading up.” I put the walkie-talkie back in my pocket.
Rebecca, Luna and I made it safely to the top of the stairs and headed down the hallway. We came to a door, and we pushed it open, walked through, and froze.
“Oh my God,” Rebecca said.
My eyes stung with tears and I knew I couldn’t keep them from pouring down my face. Rebecca and I embraced one another, sobbing quietly. Then we heard a very soft snarl.
We pulled away from each other. The tears fell even harder as we moved toward the sound. There it was, in an incubator, probably not even a week old when it had been bitten. Its entire left arm and part of its face had been ripped off. It snarled as loudly as it could—barely louder than a whisper. Rebecca and I looked at each other and knew what we needed to do, but my heart broke.
I lifted my cast iron skillet over its tiny body and as I brought it down to end it’s suffering, it snarled. I fell to my knees and wept. Rebecca crouched down and we tried to comfort each other, but there was just no comfort to be had.
Rebecca pulled me back to my feet. We searched the room now filled with tiny growls and snarls. There were probably twenty infant walkers in incubators. Helplessly, they all reached, hoping for something to satisfy their longing.
Rebecca and I looked each other in the eyes and said at the same time, “They are not alive.”
I lifted my cast iron skillet above the nearest incubator and I brought it down, before moving to the next one. Rebecca watched with tears flowing and stepped toward a snarling little body. She pulled up her machete and brought it down, ending its suffering. Our tears never ceased as we made our way around the room, and before we knew it the room fell silent. My hands trembled as I looked at the mangled and cut up bodies.
“We had to do it, Jess,” Rebecca said, tears still flowing down her cheeks.
“I know, but…” my voice trailed off. A noise came from the hallway.
We wiped the tears from our eyes and moved slowly toward the hall. We pressed against the doors to listen and heard the shuffling of feet. I pulled the door open. Rebecca, Luna and I slipped out. We stayed against the wall and moved quietly down the hall. Something grabbed my leg and I fell to the floor hard.
“Oh, crap!” A sharp pain shot up my side. I’d fallen onto my sword. Blood ran down my side.
“Luna, get it!” I said as I tried to kick at what latched onto my leg.
Luna snarled and growled as she pounced my attacker. She bit into it. A sickening crunch sounded as her teeth tightened down on its rotting skull. Its hand released my leg.
“Jess! Oh my gosh, are you ok?” Rebecca knelt down beside me.
“Yeah, just kinda stabbed myself,” I said, feeling like a fool.
Rebecca reached into my backpack and found some first aid items to mend my wound.
“You’re going to have to do it.”
Rebecca’s eyes widened as she looked at me and she knew what I meant. I needed her to pull the sword out of my side.
“Bite down on this,” she said as she handed me a towel from my bag.
I closed my eyes tightly as she gripped the handle of the sword. I pictured Moira. Saw her fighting off walkers, trapped in a room with little to no provisions. Anger built up in me and I felt no pain as Rebecca pulled the sword from my side. She quickly bandaged me up and helped me to my feet.
We pressed on and came to some more stairs. I pulled the walkie-talkie out of my pocket, “This is Rebecca and Jess. Squirrel, and we are about to head up another set of stairs.”
I turned my flashlight on for a second to read the sign posted by the stairs.
It said: “Take these stairs to get to the 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th floors.”
I looked at Rebecca and she looked back at me. “You ready for this?”
“Hell yeah, I am,” she responded “Are you?”