Polin, Eraphalia
October 28th, 2016
Unveiled in Flesh
Once Site Alpha fell, once the veil fell to the ground, Polin realized what was really occurring. It did not take long for the news of the undead to spread through the city like a wildfire, consuming everyone. The closest districts close to Site Alpha fell first, many of the citizens caught surprised. It didn't help escape was difficult with the large crowd of citizens already there. As people attempted to escape, they heard the screams of anguish fill the air. They could smell the stench of death, hear the crackling of the zombies, and see the devouring of their own peers.
Children first. That was the consensus of some citizens as large bands of children herded on by their parents moved across the city. They were guarded by the makeshift militia carrying weapons, guns, and supplies. Forming a circle around the children, the parents forced away anyone that attempted to close in the distance. Right now, they cannot trust anyone, not even close friends. They were united in one cause, to escape with their loved ones intact.
Luck seemed to shine upon them as they approached a military checkpoint. The gates were opened, as if inviting freedom away from the city. As the band inched closer to the exit, the parents looked around to spot if anyone was there. The only thing they saw was a single man carrying a high rank, identified by a veteran in the group, saluting them. That was the only thing they needed before the band escaped the city. Moving unharmed.
Others were not lucky, such stories don't come often. In other places, the military enforced drastic martial law, forcing themselves to gun down the people they were suppose to protect. They had no other choice. Maintaining order was the only thing in their minds. From high command came the orders to hold the line, to hold back the tide as long as possible. And so they did, the soldiers cast away their humanity as they held the line. It didn't matter if they were pressed back against the walls, firing at the approaching horde with no means of escaping. It didn't matter if they had to shoot civilians attempted to escape. Nothing was going to leave the city alive.
They were to hold, hold back the tide. They were forced to see humans torn apart by the undead, piece by piece. They held on as flesh were torn from bones. The military held on on quaking legs as the air force arrived. They held on as the city burned.