[ IP ] Describe Operation Eastern Trident , the USMC 's successful counter offensive against the zombie apocalpypse , aimed at New York City , through the eye of PFC . Johnathan Rhodes , Ft : Omega , 2nd Platoon , 3rd Infantry Regiment , II Marine Expeditionary unit .

Edit: I did n't notice the picture and description until I was half way through writing my story so it is related to the prompt but not to the picture or description. There is lots of swearing, not sure if I'm supposed to put a NSFW tag or not. 
 
 `` Fuck this shit man there is no way I'm going in that place.'' Hobs shook his head. `` Why do we always get fucked?'' 
 
 Powell laughed `` Whats the matter Hobs? Do n't like getting fucked?'' 
 
 `` Lock it up Hobs we have our orders and we will execute them. End of story.'' SSgt. Clarke would give Hobs some room to complain on a good day. Today was not a good day. `` Load up on extra mags and grenades then meet back here. We breach at 1300. Do n't be late.'' 
 
 Looking around at the faces of the men and women around me, my brothers and sisters, I knew that there would be less of us at the end of the day. 
 
 Going door side they call it. Breaching a zombie occupied building to achieve high risk high reward operations. Essentially shit in the building is too important to just blow the whole thing up, so someone has to go in and get. Which just happens to be us. 
 
 90 percent of military casualties after the east coast quarantine have come from soldiers going door side. 
 
 When your street side things are pretty easy. During the daytime most the walkers out and about are just your typical creeps. Decaying meat bags like the ones you used to see on tv before the war. A kid with a broom stands a pretty good chance at fighting off a creep. 
 
 You do n't even need bullets to kill the creep waves that wander the streets. Just put some scythes on the front of your tanks and go farming. 
 
 Thats the easy part, its so easy we made it to Manhattan in a week. It was supposed to take us a month. 
 
 Door side is another story. Creeps are n't the only walkers out there, and you do n't find many creeps door side. You find dodgers, the second most popular brand amongst the walkers. They get their name for their speed, their smart too, very smart. They'll tear out your guts and start eating you without giving you the time to die. Theory is that 1 out of 1000 people who turn become a dodger, no one knows why, but I wish the number was even lower. 
 
 Door side you'll ususally find creeps at the entry, and dodgers deeper in, hiding under furniture, hanging from ceilings, setting traps for you. They're smarter than any animal other than us, probably because they used to be us. 
 
 In the daytime you wo n't find one street side. They know the odds are against them. Instead they wait door side. Waiting for you to come join them. 
 
 Hobs came up next to me at the ammo wagon. 
 
 `` Can you believe this shit Rhodes? First 2nd Platoon gets the short straw, then 3rd grabs the even shorter straw, and then we get stuck with the fucking nub thats left.'' Hobs said 
 
 `` Someone has to go in.'' 
 
 Hobs paused staring at me like I had just said the earth was flat. 
 
 `` Your something else Rhodes, fucking ice in your veins. Glad your in my unit shit.'' Hobs laughed nervously. 
 
 My dad told me you had to keep a strong face for your friends and family, even if on the inside you do n't feel strong at all. Right now on the inside I was shitting my pants. 
 
 We made our way back to our spot at the front of the barricade. The empire state building was 80 meters in front of us on the other side. Two units were readying up behind us to go in right after we did. 
 
 We did n't say much. There was n't much to be said. SSgt. Clarke re-briefed us on the op. 
 
 `` Weapons are hot the moment we go door side, heavy resistance is expected. A lot of creeps on the lower floors and dodgers higher up. On the 20th floor and up is where the survivors are, mission is to clear out the bottom 20 levels to provide a clear route for them to make it to the convoy. So once we hit floor 20 you have to confirm your targets before firing, we do n't want to kill any friendlies.'' 
 
 How those people survived this long in that tower only god knows. 
 
 `` One last thing Marines. Intelligence says there may be a lead walker inside, one that controls a larger group of walkers. Orders are to take it alive if possible. Any questions.'' 
 
 `` What if we ca n't take it alive Sergent?'' Okunda tapped the safety of his weapon suggestively. 
 
 Clarke was quiet for a moment before responding. He tapped his safety in the same way `` Then proceed with deadly force.'' 
 
 Scientists up high want us to take walkers alive, bring them back so they can shove a microscope up ones ass, its an easy command to make when your sitting behind a desk. In the field its a different story, out here is the enemy who attacked your country, your planet, killed your family, and is trying to kill you. You do n't forgive that. 
 
 The loud horn went on meaning it was time to move. 
 
 `` Ready up marines!'' Clarke shouted above the horn. 
 
 The gate opened and we moved out towards the building, the other two units came behind. The Empire state building loomed above us touching the low clouds in the sky. 
 
 We came up next to the front door, Rodriguez placed a breaching charge on it. We lined up in file against the wall. Some thought of their loved ones, some thought of the job at hand, others sent out prayers to whatever gods they thought might be listening. And then the call came. 
 
 `` Breaching!'' 
 
 

