Collection of stories/story starts - Motel Dead

My name is Bradley from division 3 sector 2, spec ops forces. A group of my classmates and I were pulled straight from our school and put into training, fighting some unknown enemy that dwells in the "old abandoned" motel 6. We trained day and night with little food and water. Slowly adapting our bodies to go without either for an extended period of time. In our training each person was monitored for there strengths and weaknesses. From there we were put into groups that would work well together in times of distress. We were each signed a roll in the four person squads. I was the medic. Traditionally the highest scoring trainee is a made general of some sorts but a medic was the best nowadays. The military didn't want just leaders they wanted people who could also keep their team alive. So they thought having the medic trained to be the best there could possibly be. There is multiple classes to being a medic also. Class D being the lowest, saying you just scraped by on the exams and are seen fit enough to command. You are given the smaller tasks until you can prove better. Class C, the second lowest and then B Class. Class A saying your almost the best but not there just yet. You are given top quality tasks and are trusted highly with some of the best troops that are provided. Every now and then they find an S Class medic meaning they have the Spark. The Spark is something special only found in some people, giving them the ability to speed up the healing process and think through certain situations withe ease. The Spark was first found in a kid about fifteen years ago and has only been found again two times after that. They say its a random occurance that it shows up in only some people. Three teams were created from the people pulled from my school. Others were sent back, they were deemed not worthy of the tasks at hand. A few weeks ago squad one was sent into the impact zone, point zero, to investigate. They never returned. Radio communications dropped only hours after their entrance to point zero and we never heard from them again. Squad 2, my squad, was next. We walked into the briefing room to see a map of point zero. 771Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7A9lImOekt
"Good morning second squad" said the commanding officer. We all stood at attention, but kept facing forward. 771Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwLZOx0WfM3
"Good morning, Sir!"771Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsKk3nPudlx
"At ease soldiers. So as you can see we're sending you into point zero. First squad went missing a few weeks back and were sending you in to retrieve them and any data you can find. Intel says that their last signal came from this motel here." He pointed to a small building on the map. " now we have no clue what's inside the motel but you will go in there and find out. Is that clear."771Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMYqFCgRupk
"Yes, Sir!" Second squad replied. 771Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmOBnJaskIl
"Ok then Second squad you leave at 0700 hours." The commanding officer left the room. I looked at my team and their faces were blank. 771Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2B8vG7sezp
"Ok guys this is not going to be no cake walk. I want everyone to pack heavily we are gonna be in there awhile. With that said go now get some rest you'll all need it." I walked out of the room and went to my supply locker. I pulled out my pack and stuffed it full of food and ammo. My gun was inspected head to toe by two people to make sure it was in working order. I sat my gun down next to my bag and went to lay down. The beds were a little stiff but what could you do military don't need the best. 771Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoDYRUDA36x
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