The Incident.

Twenty Years Prior.

Things were normal. People went to work, or went through the day-to-day struggles. They lived without conflict, for the most part. The local police still handled the small-scaled crimes that happened. But other than that, it was peaceful. For sixty years, the country of New Alexandria thrived. But...

All good things must come to an end.

November 2nd, 2023.

Private Karzhov Sergey Dmitrievich, 1233 Hours.

Sergey groggily opened his eyes and sat up straight. He glanced around, and his vision focused partially. He was sitting in the security booth of the Olympia Military Base, where he was stationed. He had on a netted helmet that had a face mask built in, with a pair of goggles that served to help him see, as his vision was terrible. He had on a sage-colored uniform, with a Kevlar Vest, Shoulder-Pads, Knee-Pads, a pair of titanium vambraces, and Kevlar thigh-guards. The armor was heavy, but protective.

Sergey readied the firearm in his lap, an L85 Assault Rifle, modified to chamber 7.62x39mm rounds, instead of the normal 5.56mm rounds. He yawned and turned around to look at the Olympia Military Base.

The base itself, was walled off by fifteen-foot walls, electrified barbed wire fencing sitting at the top, along with Watchtowers, that were built into the corners of the walls, and were a good ten feet taller than them. From what Sergey knew, there apparently were snipers posted inside, but as far as he could see, there was nobody inside.

Inside, were several half-cylinder buildings made of corrugated metal, and three concrete buildings, all lined up with two concrete buildings at the end on either side of the line, with the corrugated metal barracks buildings taking up the rest of the space, with a large concrete building at the middle. That was their Command Center, and Communications Center. There was a Helicopter pad at the top, with a Bell UH-1 "Huey" Iroquois Helicopter sitting on top, alongside a long metal cylinder that held fuel.

Sergey yawned again and shifted in his seat, watching as several vehicles approached. Three Ural-4320 Trucks. The two trucks on either side of the one in the middle didn't have canopies, and were loaded with troopers, adorned in the same armor as Sergey, wielding KRISS Vectors, SKS Rifles, or L85s. The middle truck, had a canopy, that glowed a deep green.

Sergey scooted his chair over to the edge of the booth as the first truck pulled up to the blockade.

"Name and ID." Sergey stated.

"Sergeant Major Tim Sloan, TS-19405." the driver answered. Sergey scooted his chair over to the computer next to the window and typed in the name. The information was valid, so Sergey clicked on the switch that opened the blockade. The trucks rolled in, and the gate closed behind them.

Sergey tuned into the proper radio channel.

"This is Private Karzhov Dmitrievich, three Ural Trucks just rolled in, around maybe sixty-seventy troops, with something glowing in the second truck. Their IDs checked out, so I let them in. Acknowledged?" Sergey slid the magazine out of his rifle. It was empty. He groaned and turned to the table the computer rested on. There, laid a crate, filled to the brim with 7.62 rounds. Sergey began picking out rounds, then proceeded to slide them into the empty ammunition cartridge.

"Roger that, private. It was just a supply team, there's been some tension with the Eastern Militia, so an escort was deemed necessary." his response came over Comms.

"Acknowledged." Sergey answered, then continued sliding the 7.62x39mm rounds into the ammunition cartridge of his L85.

Forty Minutes Later.

Sergey snored as he napped at his post, until he was woken up by a blaring siren, along with the red spinning light sitting above the doorway to his booth activated.

Sergey shot awake and looked out the window.

There were several MPs, carrying water hoses or fire-extinguishers sprinting towards the main Research Compound that was built into the back wall, which was built into the cliff that the base rested against. The base went down into the mountain for miles. A thick gray smoke was rising up a bit from the air filters in the walls, and dissipating before reaching around ten feet in the air.

Sergey grabbed his L85 and smashed through the door, sprinting towards the base. He grabbed the gas-mask clipped to his waist, and clicked a button on the side of his helmet, causing the face mask to slide into the sides of the helmet. Sergey pulled off his goggles and helmet, then slid the mask on, and put the helmet and goggles back on, then went back to running.

Sergey hurdled a Jersey Barrier, and brushed past an MP. The smoke was now leaking out onto the ground, spreading across the courtyard, staying close to the ground, kinda like fire. Sergey watched the soldiers unfortunate enough to not be wearing masks, gasp for air, or fall to the ground, sputtering and coughing blood.

Sergey watched one of them stand back up, twitching and snarling. Their pupils were white, and dilated, while their iris was black, and consumed the rest of their eye. Their pupils were... sizzling, almost. The soldier spun around and lunged at Sergey.

Sergey quickly rolled out of the way, and laid on his back. He sat up and blindfired his rifle. Fortunately, he struck the soldier in the head several times, splattering the precious contents inside onto the pavement. Sergey scrambled to his feet and spun around, running towards the Research Compound.

CRUNCH.

Sergey screamed as someone buried their teeth into his neck, then violently ripped out a chunk of flesh. Sergey collapsed face-first into the floor, his head turned to face the gate.

He watched, helplessly, as hundreds upon hundreds of those... things, just walked away. He weakly stated something garbled into his radio, then gurgled blood, finally going silent.

New Alexandria Survival Guide

Subject: The Island of Syrerk.

The Syrerk Isles appeared in early 2019, after a series of seismic events and whatnot happened, causing the land form to appear. It was found off the coast of Brooklyn, and a bridge was built that connected them. The outer rim of the island is mostly swamp, and small towns and villages. Then, there's New Alexandria.

New Alexandria is in the middle of a huge super-city called "The Developed World." picture a diamond, then cut out a square in the middle, and put lines that led out of the diamond on the edges. New Alexandria is the small city in the middle, with cities and smaller settlements covering most of the roads that link to the city. On those other sections, are the Frontiers, known for their own things.

The Northern and Eastern Frontiers were known for their technological development, the Western Frontier was known as the place you'd go if you needed to hide, because the cops were very easily persuaded, if you catch my drift. Criminal Organizations normally were stationed there. On the Southern Frontier, their military presence, though shared with the Eastern Militia, is the strongest. Their homelands are mostly factories and military installations, which, sadly, were likely all destroyed.

The Southern Frontier carpet-bombed themselves when the infection hit, and no questions were asked.