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[–] Anoxim ago 

I stand shocked. What kind of disease is this? One that transfers so quickly. I tell the mother to go home and stay there and that the child would be tended to and buried. She leaves. I collapse.

"Im not made for this. I only have basic medical knowledge. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

My mind races, all the discisons Ive made that have led me to this point fly through my head.

No.

I need to continue. I gather the supplies I had currently dropped. I put the child in a black garbage bag and leave the infirmary with the supplies.

I step out as the sound of trucks get closer, turn to the loud speakers that sing out the words of our Father. I need to use them to gather all the fighting men.

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[–] Grifter42 [S] ago 

The child's body sits up in the trashbag, and thrashes. There are screams from the area in which the mother walked.

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[–] Anoxim 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

I smash the garbage bag furiously with a near by hammer until all movement stops. Shots ring out through the air. "They're here. The CIA has found us." I think. I run out the back of the infirmary towards to armory. More shots ring through the air. I get inside and only 4 weapons remain. A 9mm Browning HI Power, a 9mm Beretta 92F and a Mosin Nagant in 7.62X54R and a large machete. I can only carry two things. A small weapon and a large weapon.