Suggest FanFic to create
--------------------------------
Mike thought for a moment, then said to Jay, "Prepare Plan C."
"Wait, what?" Jay shot back, stunned. He couldn't believe his boss was asking for Plan C — the escape plan. Only Mike and Jay knew about it. Plan C meant abandoning everyone who couldn't move fast enough and fleeing with the loyalists. It was ugly and final.
"Sir… are you not confident we can win?" Jay asked.
"It's not that I'm not confident," Mike replied coldly. "Those other groups are well-trained. Look at us — we're barely players pretending to be soldiers. If this turns into a straight fight, we're finished. That's why I want Plan C ready. If things go south, we get out with what's left. Got it?"
"Got it, sir," Jay said, his voice flat but resigned. He understood what Mike intended — and he also saw the ugly upside: Plan C would rid them of liabilities like Kane and his gang.
Mike's thoughts hardened. In this apocalypse, everything he'd built could be wiped away overnight. If that happened, it'd mean his death — or a messy restart. He wanted to fight first. But if the battle proved unwinnable, he'd rather survive to rebuild than die for pride.
Back at Marcus's side
Jessy, Troy, and Marcus stood together going over the final details. Troy had finished the preparations and already assigned who would stay behind at the camp.
"It's done," Troy said.
"Good. Let's go," Marcus replied.
"Angel will be joining me," Marcus told Jessy.
Jessy's brow tightened. "Wouldn't that be dangerous?"
"Don't worry. I'll be with her," Marcus said.
"All right, if you say so." Jessy hesitated, then added, "I'm more worried about the camp being attacked while you're gone."
"We prepared for that," Marcus said. "The soldiers are ready and mounted in the vehicles. We can only take those we can carry — our transport's limited — so anyone who can't fit will stay. You'll be in charge here, Jessy."
Jessy nodded, accepting the responsibility.
The convoy roared to life. Engines growled as vehicles rolled out of the gate, heading straight for the enemy camp.
Troy would lead the charge while I stayed behind—heh. I cradled the sniper in my hands and turned it over, feeling the weight and the cold metal.
"Wow — is that a sniper?" Angel asked from behind me.
"It is, darling," I said, half-smiling. A few soldiers sat in the vehicle with us, tension crackling like static. "You ready, boys?" I called.
"Yes, sir!" they answered in unison.
It would take a while before we reached the target. Today's plan was simple and brutal: wipe them out. James had told us most of the enemy only had melee weapons; only a handful carried guns. That meant, with our firepower, they'd be reduced to paste if we did it right.
A few minutes later we stopped at a building a short distance from the enemy camp. I planned to use its rooftop as a firing position; Angel and two soldiers would stay with me for protection.
I spoke with Troy. "Don't leave anyone behind," I said. He acknowledged and readied his men. Then I headed into the building with Angel and the two soldiers at my heels.
We ran into a few walkers inside, but they were dispatched quickly with knives and blunt strikes. Angel was still frightened — understandably — and clung to the edge of my coat. It was almost cute in a bitter way. She kept asking about revenge, but she was still too shaken to do anything rash.
We didn't open any room doors; we only needed to get to the roof. Luckily, the stairwell was clear. Once on top, I positioned myself and told the two soldiers to guard the exits and keep watch. I dropped to my belly, prepped the sniper, and checked the scope.
There were a lot of targets, I thought, scanning the enemy compound. I tapped my radio. "Are you in position, over?"
"Moving into position, over," came Troy's voice.
"What's the plan, over?" I asked.
"Surround them in their building. Block entrances and exits—over," Troy replied.
"Good. Over." I exhaled, feeling the weight of the rifle beneath me.
Angel whispered beside me, "It's kinda cool."
I kept my eyes on the compound. Time to work.
After a few minutes of waiting, the radio crackled.
"In position, over."
"Good. On my count. Over."
"Copy, over."
"First shot on three. Over."
"Copy, over."
"Three… two… one." I settled the cross hair, exhaled, and squeezed.
Inside the enemy compound, a man squinted at a bright flash — a glint off broken glass, a sun reflection he couldn't place. He turned toward the opposite building, trying to find the source. Something in his gut went cold. This isn't right. Before he could do anything, the world answered with a sharp bang. The bullet slammed into him; his knees buckled and he crashed to the ground, blood blooming across his shirt.
The shot was the signal.
Troy and the others moved in, firing at the guards around the compound. The enemy side collapsed into chaos — most of them only had melee weapons, so our firepower tore through their defensive line.
Inside the enemy stronghold, Mike felt it before he heard it: a wrongness in the air. Then a gunshot cracked and his scalp went numb. "How the—?" he snarled.
"Plan C," he ordered Jay. "Put it into motion. Tell Kane to take the men and lead them out."
Jay froze for a heartbeat, then nodded and moved to carry out the order. Mike stayed behind, stuffing pistols, medicine, and anything valuable he could grab into bags.
In a corner room, Kane sat scowling, bored. Two dead women lay on the bed beside him — victims of his cruelty. "They can't even take it," he sneered. "Oh well. There's plenty more where they came from," he said with a laugh.
When Jay burst into the room, he announced, "Kane, Mike ordered you to go and lead the men."
Kane at first wanted to refuse, but he saw an opportunity. If he gathered more people now, they might join him later if he started a rebellion. This is my chance, he thought. He didn't want to stay hidden forever—he'd been waiting for a moment like this.
Jay glanced at the bodies on the bed, then fixed Kane with a hard look. His face darkened. This will be your burial, Kane, he thought, and then moved to set Plan C in motion.
-------------------------------
🌟 Want to support the story even more?
You can join my Patreon for special perks and to help keep the story alive:
👉 patreon.com/xavien1