Primary Objective

The Objective

I shut the big steel blast door behind me, allowing myself a sigh of relief. This was my safe haven in all of the carnage and destruction. I had found it when running away from a group of the Blackened. It was a maintenance area for sewer workers, having blast door entrances to the sewers and the street. It was the ideal area to make my safe house. I slung the Glock from my hip and placed it on the table with the rest of my arsenal. This included my trusty double-barrel shotgun, a box of grenades, an axe, and two vector sub-machine guns. Then I sat in my scavenged, torn apart office chair to eat my lunch, a can of spam. After the disaster, supplies have been scarce. I have survived by going through apartments and taking anything I could. It has served me well so far. I continued with my normal lunch routine, turning on the radio on my steel table to search for any recent transmissions.

I didn't expect to hear anything. The standard white noise is all I'd ever heard for the five years since the event. That all changed today. I was doing an open scan when I picked up a transmission on 107.4 FM. It was on a loop, but it was still pleasing to hear. I hadn't heard another person's voice in forever. The message was simple. The woman stated that she and her 10 year old son were trapped on the third floor of the New York General Hospital. They had been fighting off the Blackened by moving around, but they had finally caught up with her. They had barricaded the room, but it wouldn't hold forever. They were running out of supplies, had about 6 days left. The radio was their last ditch effort. In the background, you culd hear the shreiking of the Blackened, pounding at their door.

Grant you, I am not a sentimental person. I could thank the years of butchering the things that were once humans for that; however, something about this transmission and the fact that these might be the only remaining humans on earth struck me. I had no hesitation. I walked back over to the table and grabbed my double barrel, my SMG's, a grenade, and my trusty axe. Then I moved to my food table and collected five days worth of supplies. The hospital would not an easy trip. It was situated in the heart of the city, where the most Blackened would be. Normally, I wouldn't go within a mile of the place. These were not normal circumstances. I knew what I had to do. What would make my wife and kids proud. I had to run a rescue mission. Without looking back, I opened the blast door and set out on my new objective.