Board Thread:Lores/@comment-29781728-20190725230918

In the immediate aftermath of the beginning of the outbreak in Bloxcoast, the US government was filled with discord and panic. They scrambled to gain footholds as the infected swept across the continent, and Kingstreet was the first partly succesful one.

Kingstreet's position: few entrances (Subway and Mountain Tunnel), and surrounded by sea and mountains. An extremely valuable position to take hold of.

Normally, higher ranked military officials would be in charge of operations like this, but at the time of preparations being made to fortify Kingstreet for refugees and as a base of operations, 62% of the unorganized and split up military had fallen to the infection. Major General Peterson was made commander of the Kingstreet operation.

His first and biggest obstacle was not dealing with the zombie threat. The enemy hadn't reached Kingstreet yet and wouldn't for a week. It was gaining the cooperation of the gangs that were present throughout Kingstreet and had brought it to its knees, and had left it stuck in the last century - gaining it its nickname, 1930's Kingstreet.

Peterson himself had come to know one of the gang's most notorious leaders personally, a man only known as HT. Numerous skirmishes had taken place in Kingstreet as the government fought to take back the city (an unprecedented occurrence), and Peterson had been involved in negotiations with the leaders around the city. HT was his most hated, an unwavering powerful leader that would do anything to keep his people and city to himself.

In the time of civilization's downfall, Peterson had to face his uncomfortable past.

However, humanity's will to survive in the darkest of times is the most powerful force in existence. Negotiations were swift and painless. The Kingstreet Coalition was formed. Peterson and HT banded together to form a formidable alliance.

With the knowledge of the city held by the gangs, and the resources of the military, Kingstreet was quickly fortified. Plans were quickly made set up to fortify and guard its entrances. Snipers sat atop the rooftops around the city. Soldiers and thugs alike patrolled the streets.

At the time, it was assumed that the infected were extremely unintelligent. That was indeed the case for a decent percentage of the population, but in fact the undead learned quickly and evolved quickly. Those that were "alive" for longer than others grew in strength, speed, and endurance, and had higher chances of mutation into "special infected". And, although it wasn't known at the time, they had the ability to coordinate and form themselves into massive hordes.

Approximately two weeks after Bloxcoast fell, the first scouting group was sent through the tunnels. Drones were simply too inefficient - thermal imaging wouldn't work against the cold-blooded undead, making it very hard to spot stragglers.

The scouting group didn't return. A second, smaller group was sent after them, and reported that the lightly armored Humvees had tree trunks embedded in their windshields and engines, with the bodies of soldiers within being completely blown to pieces.

Three weeks after Bloxcoast fell, infected began flooding through the tunnel at an unprecedented rate.

This large horde had been spotted days in advance, but no attempts were made to thin them out due to the belief that flamethrowers and explosives would easily take them out as they ran through the narrow tunnel.

As the flamethrowers began their assault, fireballs flew through the air, immediately igniting the napalm on the wielder's backs.

Those with RPGs, crouched still, had their lives cut short in an instant as chunks of concrete were thrown into them.

Within minutes, they had lost the tunnel, their most easily defendable position.

Calls were made to retreat back to the north end of Kingstreet, where the bridge could easily be defended - and that was when they started coming out of the subway.

Glowing balls of fire ran in the midst of sprinting undead, as hulking masses of muscle slowly trudged through the horde.

Snipers took out a few of the fireballs, the infected that would later become known as Elementals, but found themselves trapped on the rooftops, doomed to watch the screaming, impossibly dense horde run through the streets after their comrades.

An estimated 306 total survivors gathered on the bridge together, cornered. A mess of bloody, impossibly angry faces stampeded towards them from both sides, and the haunting growls of the inhumanely powerful Brutes echoed throughout the sky. The survivors backed together as Peterson called out orders, his body filled with fear but his voice with defiance.

A recovered document from Peterson's journal described how he hoped to blow up the bridge, taking infected with him, in a worst case scenario. Of course, those explosives were never delivered to him, and even today remote explosives aren't available to survivors.

An estimated three thousand, eight hundred and thirty two infected fell on that bridge, and all of the survivors did too.

Many of the fighters could have easily escaped. In fact, they had all the reason to desert their uncertain allies. But they didn't.

The gangs of Kingstreet and the military fought and died together, an ironic final fate.

HT and Peterson's bodies were found side by side, guns empty, fists bloodied and bruised.

The evidence of Kingstreet's battle has been cleared out over the years. Some fortifications remain, and the provisions atop the bridge do too.

The SANI took the continent, but not without a fight. 