The Zombie

[lordpat]

If I had to choose the most valuable soldier, I would undoubtely choose Mark. He's brave and loyal, and he has zombie kiling skills like few.
He can reload and shoot faster than any other man in the Anti-zombie force, and he has an aiming skill that leaves other soldiers speechless. I was his friend since I was 12. We were starting high-school back then, he was always fond of weapons and airplanes. He said that he wanted to protect his country by all means.
When we were 14 the zombie invasion came, and both of us thought of joining the Anti-zombie force. He had been thiking of joining the army his entire life, but me, I doubt it first, but he convinced me in the end.
I still remember my first day in the militay base.
"Why are you here?" the sergent said and as he entered the room.
Everybody was silent, including Mark.
"I made a question. Why are you here?"
Mark slowly raised his hand, but he regretted. However, it was too late, since the surgent asked him to answer the question before he could fully put it down.
"To protect our country by all means?"
"Indeed. You are here to protect your families and your friends. You are here to save them. You are here because you love them, and because you love your country. We can't let others take what we love. That's why the Anti-zombie force appeared, to protect what we love from those creatures. Are you gonna give up and turn your back to all your family and friends?"
"No we won't, sir!" we all said like a disorganizated choir of scared idiots.

After that day, our training began. I'm gonna be honest: I was never good in sports, that's why the training was so painful to me. Mark seemed to take all those training exercises really well. Suspiciously well. He was always smiling, he said "Yes, sir!" louder than the rest of the soldiers together.

I once asked him, because I was worried.
"You know, don't you think you are taking all this a bit too far?"
"A bit too far? Sorry boy, I do this to protect my country. Maybe you should try to do that too."
After that we didn't speak a word for like a week. A very long week.
It took that chance to make some friends, particularly a girl caled Ema. She was here because she wanted to proove her father that she could be as much as a soldier as he was. She was incredibly gentle and sympathetic, but also a very capable leader and a great tactitian. I couldn't help to fell in love with her. Her eyes, her hair, her heart...all that and more. It was too much for me. I tried with every piece of my soul, I could't fell in love, not in that moment. I had problems with my best friend, I couldn't...I couldn't...
"Sorry, I think I must leave to the men bedrooms...."
"You have to leave so soon?"
"I'm afraid so..."
"If you are trying to avoid me, then I must tell you you are doing a terrible work. I locked the door, and until you don't tell me what is going on you won't get out."
I told her how worried I was about my friend and his obsession.
"Well..."she said "he's probably excited about it because it's new for him"
"Ok....now give me the key!"
I went to my bedroom, I needed some rest. And God, I was far from getting it.
It was 5 am, when the general woke us up.
"You are leaving! Your first battle beggins"
I must remind you that I had been being there for a month. I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon...

We entered a black plane, and we travelled for....like 5 or 6 hours.
We reached a very wide and hot desert. The dunes were really high, and the rocks very sharp. It was hell on earth.
After 10 minutes after we landed, a huge group of zombies came in. Their black face, their white clothes, they were zombies, there was no doubt.
I looked at Mark, he wasn't happy...at all. His face was white, and his lips were purple; he only said the words "protect" and "evil" randomly, without any entonation.
"Mark, was wrong with you??"
He looked at my soul.
"Protect.....evil.....evil....protect...."
"MARK! MARK!....SOMEBODY, HE'S SICK!"
But it was too late, the group of zombies was almost there. Nobody could care about one single person.
The battle began. I was at front, a zombie shouted something rare, and shot me. But I covered just in time. I shot him and killed him. Everything changed after that shot.
The zombie....the zombie....he was crying. He had feelings. How could that be? I felt bad for him, I felt guilty. I started to cry too.
Suddenly somebody appeared at my back...it was....it was......it was Ema. She was worried.
"What is happening?"
"I've killed an innocent person!"
"He decided to enter to battle you to, he must take the responsabilities!"
"But they told me that zombi...."
"WAKE UP! Zombies don't exist! They make that up so people like you can kill the enemy!"
I was speechless. I was scared, really scared. I've never thought Ema could be like that.
"Protect....evil..." I heard in my back.
Mark's face was even paler and his lips were almost grey. He finally spoke stuff that made sense...but that wasn't as good as you think.
"You are crying for an evil zombie. You are a zombie. I must protect my country. I must kill you"
"Wait, don't do that.!"
Ema was standing there, she was doing nothing, waiting destiny to do what it could.
He puled out a gun, and took his gun out; he shot me at the leg.
"Stop it Mark!"
"No....you are a zombie....I must protect my country...."
Ema isn't moving. He's pointing at me right now. Goodbye, it seems I must leave.
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The end

[Raz]

Good story, but like I said in the chat, if the zombie apocalypse ever did come, Zombies would be less of a problem than Humans. I feel your story should be based more about human vs humans and occasional zombie encounter to make it seem more realistic.