Chapter 1: C1
So Dracula are you going to sign up for PMS(Profesional military service) after our PCIMS(permanent compulsory initial military service) is over in 2 months?
My LIC(Light infantry companys) squads granade launcher asked me while playing cards with my squads other 8 members.
I stopped writing my Timeline Restart book that I started writing before my voluntary PCIMS and continued to write during the past 7 months in my free time.
Thruthfully im not sure anymore I signed up with the thought of staying in PMS after I finish the PCIMS but I feel like the military is not for me afterall.
I said with a deadfish face to which my squad members got used to long ago only for my HGHB(Honor guards headquarters batalions) barracks emergency sirens start blarring in an eardefening volume.
Ewryone in the room including me froze and after a second relaxed thinking that it's just another drill only for our platoons PMS commander to run into our platoons corridor while shouting at the top of his lungs.
This is not a drill!You got 5 minutes to put on your full equipment including your gas masks on!That your not allowed to remove without my order, take out your personal weapon from the armory and fill up your magazines with live ammunition!I repeat this is not a drill!
Upon hearing this I sprung up from my chair, opened my wardrobes doors and started putting on my knee guards onto my urban camo field uniforms pants,my black short tactical gloves,my webbing with front and back kevlar plates onto my urban camo field uniforms jacket, my second hand woredown M95 gas mask from my webbings gas masks pouch that's glasses were damaged so bad that you could barely see through them and after putting on my helement and locking its starps under my gas mask that was in no better condition then my gas mask I put on my allready stacked large military backpack with additional medium backpacks attached to the main backpacks sides and a small backpack attached to the main backpacks top.
As my squad members were still cursing out loud as they nervously filled up their backpacks with the clothes and stuff from their wardrobes I rushed out from my squads room to my HGHB battalions opened armory.
Go!Go! Take your assigned personal weapon with your magazines and cleaning tools!Faster!Faster!
My companys on duty half-officer screamed at me at the top of his lungs as I rushed inside the armory and after grabbing my secondhand woredown G36 assault rifle with my seven plastic magazines, G36 cleaning tools and my machine gunners spare pipe and metal boxes with metal ammunition bands, magazines and cleaning tools I rushed out into my companys main corridor where a PMS soldier only in his urban camo field uniform and a glock 17 pistol in his holster secured around his right legs upper part was giving out M95 gas masks new filters and G36 live ammunition.
Private here's your gas masks new filter and live ammunition!Change your filter first!Faster!Faster!
The PMS soldier screamed at me as he gave me my gas masks new filter and cartoon boxes with 5.56×45 mm nato standart live ammunition.
Yes!Sir!
I screamed back as I quickly unscrewed my gas masks old second hand and wore down filter used only for training purposes and screwed on the new filter after unpacking it from its plastic bag and started filling up my 30 ammunition capacity magazine one amunition after another only to see and hear a PMS soldier only in his torn and black blood stained field uniform ramm with superhuman speed and strength into my barracks second floors glass doors.
As I saw the bloody PMS soldier with glass shards stuck in his body stand up in an unnatural way like straight from a horror movie I froze as my mind finally realized that this isn't some kind of exercise but the real deal.
Upon seeing this the PMS soldier by my side without hesitation pulled out his glock 17 pistol from his holster, pulled the top part back making a 9*19 mm ammunition enter the pistols firing chamber, switched off his pistols safety and after taking aim started emptying his 17 ammunition capacity magazine at the bloody glass shards covered PMS soldier who only fell down after the last 9 *19 mm bullet from the magazine tore a whole in the soldiers neck in the process shattering his spine.
After seeing the bloody PMS soldier fall down the PMS soldier ran over to the fallen down PMS soldier while changing his pistols magazine to do a slaughtered's search.
No!Sir wait!Don't...!
I screamed out as my sixth sense started ringing alarm bells in my mind but I was a step too late.
I saw the supposed to be dead PMS soldier sink his teeth into the PMS soldiers calf and tear out a chunk of flesh with superhuman agility and strength as the PMS soldier screamed out like a pig being slaughtered and fell back onto his back after loosing his balance from the inhuman pain of feeling a piece of meat getting torn off from his calf.
Dum!Dum!Dum!
All the sounds around me disappeared as only the sound of my heavy and deep breathing with my heart beating like a maniac pumping my body full of adrenaline was left inside my ears.
I was scared , I was completely and utterly shitlessly scared but my military training kicked in and I started doing ewrything I was trained to do in situations like this on autopilot.
I grabbed my G36 machine pistols grip with my right hand raised it up at the supposed to be dead PMS soldier and pressed my G36 stock tightly against my right webbing covered shoulder with all the strength I could muster while with my left hand I grabbed my not fully loaded plastic magazine and inserted it into my G36's magazines well, pulled my G36 bolt back and released it making a 5.56 *45 mm ammunition enter my G36 firing chamber while with my right hands short tactical gloves covered hands thumb I lowered my G36 selectors switch to single fire mode and just as I held my breath and was about to pull the trigger after setting my G36 iron sights onto the zombies head I hesitated.
In my entire life I have never killed anyone not even a chicken and now I was about to kill somenthing even thou that somenthing was already dead I still hesitated only for somenthing in me to finally snap as I finally pulled the trigger making a 5.56 *45 mm bullet exit my G36 pipe with my G36 fire suppressor dispersing the burst of flames and burrow itself right between the ghoul eyebrows as the empty cartridge got ejected from my G36 cartridge ejection chamber.
Bang!
[You killed a level 1 ghoul + xp]
I ignored the holographic notification that poped up in my views left lower corner as I switched my G36 selector to safety mode and turned around only to see my companys members and PMS soldiers who either weren't waering gas masks or yet haven't changed their gas masks old filters inot new ones trash on the floor like psychos as black arteries and veins spread under their skin all over their bodies like an infection.
"Get out from here!Get out from here!Get out from here!"
My subconciousness screamed at me in my mind as I turned around and rushed inside the opened armory and closed it from inside out only to feel a pair of human teeth sink ino my necks left side with superhuman agility and strength.
Arghhh!
I screamed out as the PMS ghoul half-officer tore of a chunk of flesh from my neck.
As it did with all of the adrenaline boosted strength I could muster I pushed back the ghoul with my body and as the ghoul staggered back I turned around while switching my G36 selector switch to automatic fire mode with my right hands thumb and while pressing my bleeding like a fountain neck with my left short tactical glove covered hand I raised my G36 at the about to lunge at me again ghoul and pressed the trigger.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
One after another5.56*45 mm bullets hit the ghouls body beginning with his torso and traveling up to his head with the last one piercing the ghouls left eyeball and turning its brain into mush while the ammunition cartridges got ejected from my G36 cartridges ejection chamber and fell onto the armory concrette ground forming a small pile.
[You killed a level 1 ghoul + xp]
Haaa!Haaa!Haaa!
I breathed histerically as I slid down the armory doors onto the the armorys concrete floor leaving a bloody trail on the armorys doors.
"No!No!No!Not now and not like this! I still have much to accomplish!I fucking refuse to die!"
I screamed in my mind as I lost my consciousness from my body loosing too much blood.
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
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