[i]This story assumes that the USSR never fell apart in 1991 and that the Cold War is still going on. Major Andrei Yegorov, Comittee for State Security (First Chief Directorate), 15th of September 2021[/i] He reached Springfield soon enough, speeding past the official sign marking the region border. Looking back to check if the unearthly enemy was still following him, Andrei was happy to see that the highway was empty. That being said, the darkness of the night made sure that the creatures may very well have been waiting besides the deserted road, only a few meters from him, ready to ambush Andrei if he dared to exit his bright-red Dodge. Quickly shaking that thought, he shifted his gaze forward again, towards the road leading into Springfield. He immediately noticed the red and blue lights flashing through the night sky, stretched across the entire width of the highway. Even from a distance it was clear that a police barricade had been positioned to stop nocturnal drivers from entering the town of Springfield. Andrei suddenly felt the urge to bang his head against his Dodge’s steering wheel. This was the last thing he, a spy on the run from a bunch of bloodthirsty feral creatures, needed. He couldn’t afford to stop, so in a moment he made a decision. As he aimed for a small gap in the barricade, he pressed the gas pedal even further into the floor of his car, desperately trying to get that final bit of speed. The policemen manning the barricade had now noticed him, drawing their weapons, except for one, who instead dived away to avoid being hit by the charging Challenger Trans-Am. A fraction of a second before actually passing through, Andrei realized he had made a fatal mistake. The police had laid down a row of spikes, covering the spot where he had planned to breach through. His right front tire got pierced immediately by the long metal spikes, soon followed by the left one as well. After braking in a reflex, Andrei felt himself losing control over his Dodge Challenger, slipping towards the left of the road. He broke through a white wooden fence, drove a few dozen meters over grassland before crashing into a ditch. The next thing he saw was an airbag. Once the airbag had started to deflate again, Andrei was able to look at his surroundings. From his position he could tell that his car layed sideways in a shallow ditch. It appeared that it had been quite the impact, as the entire front of the ancient Dodge was crushed. He thanked himself for installing new airbags in the 1970 Challenger back when he had bought it from a shady dealer in Savannah. He looked to the right, just in time to see an officer opening the wretched door. The man started to talk, and Andrei could only barely understand his thick Southern accent because of the ringing in his ears. “Looks like we got erselves another one of ‘em joyridin’ motherf*ckers. Where’d ya get this sweet car from, boy? Don’t really matter anymore now, ‘cause ya ruined it anyways. Now get the f*ck out, idiot!” As the man had a pistol trained on his chest, Andrei didn’t really have any other option than to obey. He crawled over the passenger seat towards the open car door, passing the blanket that he had thrown over the AK-47, somehow still covering the deadly weapon, which would’ve undoubtedly caused unnecessary trouble if spotted by the police. Before Andrei had even managed to get out, the cop spoke again: “And no tryin’ funny stuff, or-” A sudden blurry, grayish shape interrupted the man, pulling him away from the door. A typical shriek, followed by a cry in pain, confirmed Andrei’s fear. The beasts had arrived. He stayed calm however, thanks to his training, and grabbed the Kalashnikov, along with all clips he had still left. Diving through the broken front window, he left behind the crashed Challenger and started sprinting into Springfield, away from the attacking monsters. Behind him, he heard them uttering growls and roars, indicating that they had already spotted him. Andrei slinged the Kalashnikov over his shoulder to be able to run faster. There was no fighting this horde, although those cops manning the barricade were certainly trying. Soon though, their gunshots were slowly fading away, and in the end only their screams echoed through the Georgian night. Andrei didn’t look back, reasoning that he’d feel it when the creatures did catch up to him. He was right, because he felt a long, sharp claw piercing his jacket, slowing him down. Andrei turned sharply to the left, which made the claw go away again, tearing his jacket apart with it. Luckily the monsters weren’t very agile. They were probably too stupid to turn anyways. Leaping over a small fence, Major Yegorov managed to shake his chasers off for a bit. He crossed a few well-kept gardens, almost tripping over a table, before reaching a street again. Before him stretched a long fluorescent band, guarded by a few men in orange hazmat suits, holding M-16’s. They soon noticed him, and one of them spoke up, his voice muffled by his heavy mask. “Hey, where do you think you’re going? This is an exclusion zone, closed to the public!” They attempted to stop him, but Andrei frantically kept running, ducking underneath the fluorescent barricade, knowing that if he stopped, the monsters’ supernatural speed would make sure that they’d catch up to him. As he passed, he grabbed a black gas mask from a small table. You never knew, it might protect him from the infection. More importantly, it made him feel a bit safer. “If you don’t stop right now, we’ll open fire!” one of the guards warned. Despite the threat, Major Yegorov kept running, praying for their souls, as he knew the horde would reach the three men all too soon. He was right. The next time the man in the hazmat suit spoke up, now barely hearable for Andrei due to the increased distance, panic had already taken over his voice. “What the f*ck?!? Those bastards are behind us? How’d they get through the perimeter? Someone, warn the boys that are in there, we ne-” His voice was cut off by what Andrei could only assume was one of the beasts. Their screams were lost to him, as he ventured further into the centre of Springfield. As he approached the town’s church, he might as well have entered a war zone. Quickly putting on his gas mask and readying his AK-47, he continued, past a corpse, whose head had been brutally separated from his torso. More corpses, horribly ripped apart, were littered around the lifeless streets. A man lay face down, his back a disgusting mess of cloth and blood. All of the dead were horribly mutilated US soldiers, their limbs torn apart. Apparently, even the army didn’t know how to deal with this. Andrei took a couple of pictures, once again securely saved, before entering a small graveyard. Doing this, he passed by an abandoned Humvee, whose bulletproof windows were all but one broken. On the roof, a dead soldier lay still, his torn out intestines spread out over the entire vehicle. The turret he used to man aimed towards an invisible enemy in the now empty graveyard, his hands still holding the heavy machine gun tightly. Andrei noticed deep manholes all around the ruined graves, ruining the graveyard. At this point, nothing could surprise him anymore. Everywhere around him, he heard gunshots, yet the streets in the direct vicinity of the church were deserted. This did not stay this way though, as a small platoon of US soldiers came walking backwards from a wide lane, opposite to the direction where Andrei had originally come from. They were firing their automatic rifles in long bursts, fighting off an enemy invisible to Andrei. The creatures caught up to them, leaping into their small group. They didn’t stand a chance. Major Yegorov decided that he wasn’t going to wait around until the beasts turned their attention to him, so he entered the small wooden church. TO BE CONTINUED [spoiler]Main page: https://www.bungie.net/nl/Forum/Post/245402812/0/0[/spoiler]