The Laughing Plague - A "Crossed" TL

[SpaceOrbisHistory]

Ok so this is my contribution to this story. The reason why I chose New York is because my stepdad was from New York before moving to West Virginia about 20 odd years ago and it seemed like a good place to have them hit first. My first take had more but I feel like what I have here is a good end point. I hope you enjoy this.
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Flight 2273
Destination: Lower Manhattan.
Time: 9:15am.
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Fillmore House was busy reading over the newest news reports on this thing that had seemingly came from the deepest darkest pits of hell itself. People who only a few days before were normal upstanding people who wouldn't have harmed a fly were now out raping, killing, burning their hometowns to the ground and overall turning the whole world upside down. The thought of this bug or whatever it was landing in the United States was a thought too dark to even think about. It was why he was heading back home to his family in upper New York. He wanted to be with them if this thing somehow got any worse then it already seemed to be. Just as he was about to refresh the webpage the sound of a cart rolling down the hallway forced his eyes upward.

"Sir can I give you anything to drink? You look a bit unwell". Asked the female stewardess who looked at him with worry.

"Yes I would take some water and something to eat. I have been far too busy to find the time to eat anything and we will not land in New York for another two hours". Fillmore said as he waited for his order to be given to him. Once that was done he thanked the woman and began to enjoy his meal. All the while eyeing the report flashing on his screen. 
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Flight 2273 was about ten minutes out when a sound started near the back of the plane. An elder woman who looked to be in her 50s was thrashing about almost as if she was suffering from some sort of usurpation. Looking back he could see that the woman was in the hallway tearing at her clothing like she was mad. The stewardess who had given him his meal soon made her way over to the elder woman and almost as soon as she was near enough the woman jumped forward and bit her on her arm. Looking closer he could see what appeared to be some sort of rash on her face and at that moment his whole body grew cold.

"Oh my God she has it. She is one of them crossed people"! He yelled just as the stewardess turned his way with an evil smile on her face. 

"Sir can I give you something"? She asked as she made her way back to his seat. By this time everybody was beginning to rush to the front of the plane yelling in utter fear at what was no doubt about to befall them all.

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"This is Laguardia air traffic control to flight 2273 you are descending without clearance...please respond. I say again flight 2273 you are descending without clearance". The air traffic controller said for what felt like the millionth time in the past few minutes. When he again got no reply he waved for his supervisor to come over.

"Yes what is it John"? The older man asked as he looked at the radar screen. All the while sipping upon his cup of somewhat warm coffee. 

"Sir this plane is dropping like a fucking stone in water. He hasn't answered any of my calls for over a minute now and is now heading away from us. I think I also heard the sounds of people pounding on the door. I think we should get some planes up now, sir". The younger of the two said as he watched as the plane dropped from his screen altogether.

"Get me somebody who can get some fighters in the sky now. We may have crossed on the plane and if we do we need to down it now"! The man yelled as the call was being sent. But by then it was already too late. The crossed had landed on the Eastern Seaboard of the United States. The nightmare that was hitting Europe like a runaway train was just about to hit the people of New York just as hard and just as fast. 

[SpaceOrbisHistory]

It wasn't long after flight 2273 crash-landed somewhere north of New York City (NYC) that reports started coming in of crazed people with what appeared to be a rash in the shape of a cross breaking into homes and doing nightmarish things to people and animals. By the time anybody really knew what was happening around 12:05 in the afternoon what few survivors were left after the crash soon started to attack and turn the unsuspecting citizens of the nearby towns of Greenville and Scarsdale. By 12:15 the order was sent to ground all in-coming and out-going flights effective immediately and any flights that refused to obey were to be shot down with extreme prejudice. The reports coming over the wire from England, France, Belgium, and various other governments of the European Union made it clear that they needed to act fast and hard or else face a nightmare of crazed crossed faced monstrosities.

"Yes sir you heard me right...you are to shoot down any flights still in the air that is en route to the Eastern Seaboard of the United States by order of the president. No this is no fucking drill you will get your fighters in the air now and shot down anything still coming over the Atlantic. We are getting mass reports of people with cross rashes and I'll be damned if I allow them to overrun our towns and cities". Andrew Cuomo yelled into his phone as he watched as his office was being flooded with reports of what was no doubt the first waves of crossed in the United States.

"Sir the air force just reported a mass of around 12,000 heading north-northwest. What are your orders, sir"? An aid asked and he could tell at once the kid was seconds away from pissing himself in fear. A part of him wouldn't have been upset had the aid done so as he was also feeling a great deal of fear at what was about to befall his home state and his nation as a whole.

"Get whatever we can in front of that wave and tell them to hold the line for as long as they can. We need time to get as many people out of the way of that mob of crossed-faced fuckers. Nothing is to get past their lines. I don't want so much as one of them to be able to see the backs of our boys. You tell them they have the green light to do whatever they feel is needed to do so". Andrew Cuomo ordered as he could feel his heart throb painfully inside his chest. He knew what he was about to do would more than likely be what he would be best remembered for in the days and weeks to come. But he also knew that if even a tenth of what he was hearing was true this was the only choice he had.

"May God forgive me for I know I can't". He said to himself as he did his best to not lose himself in despair and sadness.

[gillan1220]

Jan 19, 2022 18:21:59 GMT SpaceOrbisHistory said:

It wasn't long after flight 2273 crash-landed somewhere north of New York City (NYC) that reports started coming in of crazed people with what appeared to be a rash in the shape of a cross breaking into homes and doing nightmarish things to people and animals. By the time anybody really knew what was happening around 12:05 in the afternoon what few survivors were left after the crash soon started to attack and turn the unsuspecting citizens of the nearby towns of Greenville and Scarsdale. By 12:15 the order was sent to ground all in-coming and out-going flights effective immediately and any flights that refused to obey were to be shot down with extreme prejudice. The reports coming over the wire from England, France, Belgium, and various other governments of the European Union made it clear that they needed to act fast and hard or else face a nightmare of crazed crossed faced monstrosities.

"Yes sir you heard me right...you are to shoot down any flights still in the air that is en route to the Eastern Seaboard of the United States by order of the president. No this is no fucking drill you will get your fighters in the air now and shot down anything still coming over the Atlantic. We are getting mass reports of people with cross rashes and I'll be damned if I allow them to overrun our towns and cities". Andrew Cuomo yelled into his phone as he watched as his office was being flooded with reports of what was no doubt the first waves of crossed in the United States.

"Sir the air force just reported a mass of around 12,000 heading north-northwest. What are your orders, sir"? An aid asked and he could tell at once the kid was seconds away from pissing himself in fear. A part of him wouldn't have been upset had the aid done so as he was also feeling a great deal of fear at what was about to befall his home state and his nation as a whole.

"Get whatever we can in front of that wave and tell them to hold the line for as long as they can. We need time to get as many people out of the way of that mob of crossed-faced fuckers. Nothing is to get past their lines. I don't want so much as one of them to be able to see the backs of our boys. You tell them they have the green light to do whatever they feel is needed to do so". Andrew Cuomo ordered as he could feel his heart throb painfully inside his chest. He knew what he was about to do would more than likely be what he would be best remembered for in the days and weeks to come. But he also knew that if even a tenth of what he was hearing was true this was the only choice he had.

"May God forgive me for I know I can't". He said to himself as he did his best to not lose himself in despair and sadness.

Time to deploy several hundred MOABs. Then sweep with chemical weapons to kill the stragglers. 

[ukron]

Western Europe, morning of May 10, 2020.

While everyone was expecting the arrival of the "infected" on the Normandy coast, the surprise comes as Ostend falls into the hands of the "crossed", the weakest and most densely populated point of the European defense system was directly targeted; indeed the evacuations of civilian populations in Belgium had been complicated by the problems of jurisdiction between the different parts of the country (Wallonia and Flanders) not to mention the difficulties in transporting military reinforcements.

However, the Belgian armed forces will fight with courage and determination, coming from the naval base of Zeebrugge, the Frigate Louise Marie will bombard the city of Ostend all morning in order to limit the progression of the infected on the A-10 motorway towards of Bruges until she is attacked by hundreds of infected, throwing themselves frantically into the water in order to reach the warship.
The frigate will then be forced to withdraw.

The deployment of mobile defenses along the A10 should then slow down the "crossed" as much as possible in order to allow French, German, but also Dutch and American reinforcements to create a line of defense.

A-10 motorway, morning of May 10, 10:30 a.m.

Lieutenant Lorge, reserve officer of the "Chasseurs Ardennais " watched the highway from his Mowag Piranha, camouflaged and ambushed along the road, not far from the town of Plassendale, his handful of men, all reservists, likewise awaited with apprehension the moment of the shock: all had seen with horror the British and American troops being tumbled by the crossed, the worst was not to die...it was to join them...they were made a promise: to commit suicide by any means if captured.


Clutching his FN assault rifle, Lieutenant Lorge knew he was going to die, but the time saved here on the battlefield would mean one more family, one more life evacuated from Bourges, maybe the French would manage to contain them? Or maybe the Americans will succeed in bombing them?
The smoke and fires that had begun to ravage the city of Ostend since the end of the night had intensified, but the howls of pain and fear of the tortured had finally ceased, chilling Lieutenant Lorge with fear.

"Contact at 10 o'clock!" vehicles of all types had set off in the direction of Bruges, inspecting them through his binoculars, the lieutenant clearly saw a school bus, covered in blood, to which were tied the lacerated and mutilated bodies of women and children.

"May God have mercy on us! prepare yourselves...For the King and for Belgium!" were his last words as the 25mm cannon began to fire.

No one knows what happens to Lieutenant Lorge, these last words were lost in the din of shots and explosions, his body probably buried quickly in this gigantic mass grave which was Belgium.

[ukron]

May 10. first day.

The political decision was complex and long, which did not go with the situation: strengthening Belgium meant avoiding the constitution of a massive "crossed bridgehead" in Europe, but to the detriment of the defense of the French coasts.

Thus during the afternoon of May 10, elements of the French army but also Germans entered Belgian territory where the city of Bruges had just fallen into the hands of the crossed.
In Germany, the armed forces having been considerably reduced following budgetary restrictions, it is therefore up to American troops (the 2nd US Cavalry regiment in particular) but also Polish and Czech troops to be deployed on German soil.

May 10, France.

Corporal L. was paralyzed with fear, smoking cigarette after cigarette, he had of course considered deserting but a small voice in his head had called him a coward and he had begun to imagine the "crossed" attacking him or his family.

On the other hand, its chances of survival were zero or very low in the event of an encounter with the infected, if professional armies, relatively well equipped and with certain fire support, were surrounded and decimated, the French army had no chance.
Why the hell did he want to join the military reserve? couldn't he have remained a civilian, a not very resourceful student? and now he had to go get himself killed by psychotic rapists and cannibals. It is pathetic.

Gathering up his courage with both hands, as well as his bag, the corporal boarded the bus that was taking him to the 2nd Dragoon Regiment, the only french army regiment specialized in biological and chemical warfare had been activated and was most likely leaving for the Belgian front line.

[ukron]

May 10, Bruges.

As the last defenses of Bourges crumble, a group of infected along the coast, sowing discord and murders for several hours, the towns and villages of Niueport and La Panne are quickly decimated, their inhabitants being raped, tortured and in the worst case joining the ranks of their torturers in a bloody crusade.

On May 11, this group called the "executioners of Niueport" by the media crosses the French border towards Dunkirk, the position of the city is once again strategic and the European staffs as well as the crossed have it very well included (assuming they're smart enough to have a long-term strategy, of course).

Further east, it is the city of Burges which falls as well as these medieval architectural treasures: the palace of the Franks of Bruges as well as the Basilica of the Holy Blood are desecrated, the rare testimonies of survivors report hundreds of bodies, some still dying, impaled..

at this level, the psychological warfare has already been won by the crossed.

11 May: Northern France

"The men of the 13th Parachute Dragon Regiment are the elite, the cream of the French special forces, specialized in the clandestine collection of information, they are professionals trained in camouflage and the greatest discretion."

Sergeant T. of the 6th squadron, had a mission, to follow the group of "Nieuport" in a discreet way in order to prepare their elimination before they decide to attack Dunkirk, for the moment these seemed to make loops , ravaging small towns and villages on both sides of the border, ostensibly to swell their ranks. that was very clever thought the sergeant while writing his report on his laptop, it confirmed the fears of some that the "crossed" were not mindless zombies but human beings quite capable of being clever and devious.
Corporal J, made a discreet sign to the sergeant, obviously something had caught his attention: first by wiping the mud stuck to the eyelids then looking through the optical binoculars: 250m away, a small hamlet was "visited" by the infected: a young woman, in her twenties (?) was dragged out by two infected, her clothes were torn and her destiny obvious (the sergeant was sick of it, despite his years of experience in Iraq and Afghanistan) but something more surprisingly, an individual seemed to detach from the group, towards their direction. A chef? thought the soldier, here's what's interesting, these motherfuckers have a command structure.

While the unfortunate victim was massacred by the crossed, the sergeant returned urgently to conclude his report, which would be sent immediately to the General Staff. The sacrifice of these civilians and the abnegation of the men of the 13th RDP would not be in vain today.

[lordroel]

Feb 7, 2022 5:09:38 GMT ukron said:

May 10, Bruges.

While the unfortunate victim was massacred by the crossed, the sergeant returned urgently to conclude his report, which would be sent immediately to the General Staff. The sacrifice of these civilians and the abnegation of the men of the 13th RDP would not be in vain today.

I hope the information is worth something.

Snipers can kill the smart once leaving the crazy once to be out of control, do not know if they are easy to kill if they have no leadership.

[SpaceOrbisHistory]

Feb 7, 2022 19:41:16 GMT lordroel said:

Feb 7, 2022 5:09:38 GMT ukron said:

May 10, Bruges.

While the unfortunate victim was massacred by the crossed, the sergeant returned urgently to conclude his report, which would be sent immediately to the General Staff. The sacrifice of these civilians and the abnegation of the men of the 13th RDP would not be in vain today.

I hope the information is worth something.

Snipers can kill the smart once leaving the crazy once to be out of control, do not know if they are easy to kill if they have no leadership.

From what I can tell the smart ones are rare so killing them should at the very least slow down their speed into other places. I just don't see a normal crossed flying a place or sealing a ship. If I had to guess I would say the smart ones are maybe around 1 in 100. So for every 100 crossed you face only around two may be able to plan.

[ukron]

May 11 to May 15.

The rapid collapse of England on the one hand and the total chaos affecting the east coast of the United States on the other is going to be a big problem for the American armed forces in Europe, their chain of command is largely broken as well as the arrival of reinforcements, throughout the operations, it will however remain an effective reinforcement, even vital to the military efforts of Germany, France but also of Belgium.
While the days of May 10 and May 11 saw a deterioration of the situation on the ground: abandonment of the naval base of Zeebrugge while the columns of refugees heading towards the city, soon revealed themselves to be columns of Crossed , the city was quickly set on fire but the port as well as the few ships of the maritime component of the Belgian armed forces were still unscathed. in order to allow the evacuation of the ships, Operation Vigilant Thunder was launched, thus elements of the 48th Figer Wing (F-15E Strike Eagle, evacuated from the RAF base at Lakenheath) equipped with Mark 82 and Mark 84 will carry out all day raids on the columns of infected progressing towards the pocket of resistance. If the operation is a victory which allows the Belgians to withdraw in good order, it does not less durably affect the stocks of ammunition of the USAF in Europe.

Further south, the same problem begins to be felt as the French Army has almost reached its level of operational deployment, most ammunition (in particular infantry weapons and aerial bombs) was produced in the United States. With the current events on American soil, it goes without saying that the reserves of the European armies are very weak and risk having reached their depletion before the end of May. Most of the General Staffs are unfortunately well aware of this and therefore decide to strike a blow, only once on the pocket of infected territory in order to resolve the crisis.
The use of nuclear weapons is quickly refused, because of the enormous risks posed by the explosion of warheads less than 1000km from Paris, Brussels or the major German economic centers. the stocks of chemical weapons are almost empty and the production of offensive agents, although relaunched by France in a discreet way a few weeks earlier, could not be compatible with the current climatic conditions for an optimal use.

Operation "Inhrent Shield" is therefore decided upon, a major air and sea offensive combined with massive conventional artillery raids and strikes in preparation for a ground offensive towards the smoking ruins of Bruges and Ostend.
It will be a disastrous decision, similar in many ways to the entry of French forces into Belgium during the 1940 campaign.

[kspence92]

The Prime Minister watched the footage from London in a mixture of disbelief and fascination. RAF drones had shot huge amounts of footage whilst over the London skies whilst satellites with high precsion cameras had done their share of the work too. There wasnt a part of the city that wasnt full of mutilated corpses. Oxford Street, for example, was so full of dead bodies that it was literally impossible to see the road. It had become a carpet of corpses. Streams of blood flowed down into the gutters that had become clogged with intestines and god only knows what other vicera. Every lampost and traffic light along Oxford Street had a body hanging from it. Dozens of baying crossed used the hanging corpses as pinatas as they beat at the swinging bodies with an assortment of weapons just for fun. The story was the same all over London. Bodies had piled up in the streets by their thousands as the crossed decorated the British capital with gore galore. Drones had captured live footage from the National Gallery as the crossed raided the building. They had built a bonfire outside and began throwing priceless works of art into it whilst dancing around it naked and naughing. Van Goghs "Sunflowers" and Holbiens "The Ambassadors" were tossed in among dozens of others. Similar acts of outrage took place at the British Museum and the Imperial War Museum as exhibits were smashed to pieces (although in the case of the Imperial War Museum any items that could be used as a weapon were spared).

In St Pauls Cathedral, the Bishop of London had been crucified by being nailed to the wall and left to bleed to death over the course of several days. The crossed readily uploaded the footage online for all to see before they set the building alight. Similar fates befell churches, mosques, temples and synagogues all over London. It wasnt just about damaging property for the crossed, but about the sacraligiousness of it all. Destroying works of art in galleries and artifacts in museums, burnining down places of worship and maining patients as they lie defenceless in hospital beds. It was because such things are were so wrong, so obscene in their previous lives that they were enjoying them so much now. The more immoral an act is, the more fun it is. When a crossed mob overran Great Ormond Street Hospital, they made a point of butchering the children first so the parents could watch. Crossed livestreamed their antics as parents were held down and made to watch the skinning alive of their children before then having their childrens flayed faces sewen onto their own. These events only further caused mass panic across the country.

What interested the Prime Minister more than all this however, was what was now being broadcast live on the BBC Parliament channel. The live broadcasts from there had gone down after the BBC HQ in London was overrun, but someone had brought it back online. The images were nothing short of extraordinary.

The Leader of the Opposition, Keir Starmer, stood naked and laughing. Behind him were perhaps forty or so Labour MPs, all in various states of undress, many covered in blood and all afflicted with that awful cross shaped rash on their faces. Opposite them were perhaps fifty or so Conservative MPs, all similarly dressed. It appeared the Conservative MPs were being led by Nadine Dorries, the Parliamentary under Secretary for Health and Social Care. She was also nude, though wore a necklace of earrings around her neck.

Rather than the usual parliamentary debates one would expect, the entire House of Commons quickly devolved into a mass orgy.

It was just so utterly absurd that the PM laughed momentarily before the reality hit her. Many of these people had been her friends.
She issued an order she never thought she would have to order : Bomb Parliament. The Royal Air Force did its duty. A pair of Typhoons armed with Paveway bombs finished what Guy Fawks had started all those years ago. Parliament was no more.

Priti Patel sat down in her office and leaned back in her chair. This was going from bad to worse. The parliamentary orgy debacle, the outbreaks in Europe and the US growing worse, the loss of RAF Brize Norton and the expected collapse of the Cambridge line. She could feel it all slipping through her fingers.

[gillan1220]

Feb 20, 2022 0:07:14 GMT kspence92 said:

The Prime Minister watched the footage from London in a mixture of disbelief and fascination. RAF drones had shot huge amounts of footage whilst over the London skies whilst satellites with high precsion cameras had done their share of the work too. There wasnt a part of the city that wasnt full of mutilated corpses. Oxford Street, for example, was so full of dead bodies that it was literally impossible to see the road. It had become a carpet of corpses. Streams of blood flowed down into the gutters that had become clogged with intestines and god only knows what other vicera. Every lampost and traffic light along Oxford Street had a body hanging from it. Dozens of baying crossed used the hanging corpses as pinatas as they beat at the swinging bodies with an assortment of weapons just for fun. The story was the same all over London. Bodies had piled up in the streets by their thousands as the crossed decorated the British capital with gore galore. Drones had captured live footage from the National Gallery as the crossed raided the building. They had built a bonfire outside and began throwing priceless works of art into it whilst dancing around it naked and naughing. Van Goghs "Sunflowers" and Holbiens "The Ambassadors" were tossed in among dozens of others. Similar acts of outrage took place at the British Museum and the Imperial War Museum as exhibits were smashed to pieces (although in the case of the Imperial War Museum any items that could be used as a weapon were spared).

In St Pauls Cathedral, the Bishop of London had been crucified by being nailed to the wall and left to bleed to death over the course of several days. The crossed readily uploaded the footage online for all to see before they set the building alight. Similar fates befell churches, mosques, temples and synagogues all over London. It wasnt just about damaging property for the crossed, but about the sacraligiousness of it all. Destroying works of art in galleries and artifacts in museums, burnining down places of worship and maining patients as they lie defenceless in hospital beds. It was because such things are were so wrong, so obscene in their previous lives that they were enjoying them so much now. The more immoral an act is, the more fun it is. When a crossed mob overran Great Ormond Street Hospital, they made a point of butchering the children first so the parents could watch. Crossed livestreamed their antics as parents were held down and made to watch the skinning alive of their children before then having their childrens flayed faces sewen onto their own. These events only further caused mass panic across the country.

What interested the Prime Minister more than all this however, was what was now being broadcast live on the BBC Parliament channel. The live broadcasts from there had gone down after the BBC HQ in London was overrun, but someone had brought it back online. The images were nothing short of extraordinary.

The Leader of the Opposition, Keir Starmer, stood naked and laughing. Behind him were perhaps forty or so Labour MPs, all in various states of undress, many covered in blood and all afflicted with that awful cross shaped rash on their faces. Opposite them were perhaps fifty or so Conservative MPs, all similarly dressed. It appeared the Conservative MPs were being led by Nadine Dorries, the Parliamentary under Secretary for Health and Social Care. She was also nude, though wore a necklace of earrings around her neck.

Rather than the usual parliamentary debates one would expect, the entire House of Commons quickly devolved into a mass orgy.

It was just so utterly absurd that the PM laughed momentarily before the reality hit her. Many of these people had been her friends.
She issued an order she never thought she would have to order : Bomb Parliament. The Royal Air Force did its duty. A pair of Typhoons armed with Paveway bombs finished what Guy Fawks had started all those years ago. Parliament was no more.

Priti Patel sat down in her office and leaned back in her chair. This was going from bad to worse. The parliamentary orgy debacle, the outbreaks in Europe and the US growing worse, the loss of RAF Brize Norton and the expected collapse of the Cambridge line. She could feel it all slipping through her fingers.

That was one dark chapter. You can see how evil the Crossed virus turns one person into a complete without regard for life or sacred property.

[ukron]

Feb 20, 2022 6:05:02 GMT gillan1220 said:

Feb 20, 2022 0:07:14 GMT kspence92 said:

The Prime Minister watched the footage from London in a mixture of disbelief and fascination. RAF drones had shot huge amounts of footage whilst over the London skies whilst satellites with high precsion cameras had done their share of the work too. There wasnt a part of the city that wasnt full of mutilated corpses. Oxford Street, for example, was so full of dead bodies that it was literally impossible to see the road. It had become a carpet of corpses. Streams of blood flowed down into the gutters that had become clogged with intestines and god only knows what other vicera. Every lampost and traffic light along Oxford Street had a body hanging from it. Dozens of baying crossed used the hanging corpses as pinatas as they beat at the swinging bodies with an assortment of weapons just for fun. The story was the same all over London. Bodies had piled up in the streets by their thousands as the crossed decorated the British capital with gore galore. Drones had captured live footage from the National Gallery as the crossed raided the building. They had built a bonfire outside and began throwing priceless works of art into it whilst dancing around it naked and naughing. Van Goghs "Sunflowers" and Holbiens "The Ambassadors" were tossed in among dozens of others. Similar acts of outrage took place at the British Museum and the Imperial War Museum as exhibits were smashed to pieces (although in the case of the Imperial War Museum any items that could be used as a weapon were spared).

In St Pauls Cathedral, the Bishop of London had been crucified by being nailed to the wall and left to bleed to death over the course of several days. The crossed readily uploaded the footage online for all to see before they set the building alight. Similar fates befell churches, mosques, temples and synagogues all over London. It wasnt just about damaging property for the crossed, but about the sacraligiousness of it all. Destroying works of art in galleries and artifacts in museums, burnining down places of worship and maining patients as they lie defenceless in hospital beds. It was because such things are were so wrong, so obscene in their previous lives that they were enjoying them so much now. The more immoral an act is, the more fun it is. When a crossed mob overran Great Ormond Street Hospital, they made a point of butchering the children first so the parents could watch. Crossed livestreamed their antics as parents were held down and made to watch the skinning alive of their children before then having their childrens flayed faces sewen onto their own. These events only further caused mass panic across the country.

What interested the Prime Minister more than all this however, was what was now being broadcast live on the BBC Parliament channel. The live broadcasts from there had gone down after the BBC HQ in London was overrun, but someone had brought it back online. The images were nothing short of extraordinary.

The Leader of the Opposition, Keir Starmer, stood naked and laughing. Behind him were perhaps forty or so Labour MPs, all in various states of undress, many covered in blood and all afflicted with that awful cross shaped rash on their faces. Opposite them were perhaps fifty or so Conservative MPs, all similarly dressed. It appeared the Conservative MPs were being led by Nadine Dorries, the Parliamentary under Secretary for Health and Social Care. She was also nude, though wore a necklace of earrings around her neck.

Rather than the usual parliamentary debates one would expect, the entire House of Commons quickly devolved into a mass orgy.

It was just so utterly absurd that the PM laughed momentarily before the reality hit her. Many of these people had been her friends.
She issued an order she never thought she would have to order : Bomb Parliament. The Royal Air Force did its duty. A pair of Typhoons armed with Paveway bombs finished what Guy Fawks had started all those years ago. Parliament was no more.

Priti Patel sat down in her office and leaned back in her chair. This was going from bad to worse. The parliamentary orgy debacle, the outbreaks in Europe and the US growing worse, the loss of RAF Brize Norton and the expected collapse of the Cambridge line. She could feel it all slipping through her fingers.

That was one dark chapter. You can see how evil the Crossed virus turns one person into a complete without regard for life or sacred property.

A good crossed is a dead one.

[ukron]

May 14

Historians will debate for a long time on the fact that the fall of London and the scenes of pure horror that took place there precipitated the implementation of Inherent Shield, in any case from the evening of May 14, hundreds of American, German and French aircraft which begin a regular bombardment of the main concentrations of infected in Belgium but also in France (where the infamous group of Nieuport has continued its ravages), believing that they have a clear field for a large-scale attack , thousands of soldiers and armored vehicles take over, circulating on the E40 and A10 roads, they quickly see the effectiveness of the massive air strikes: dozens of infected have perished or are dying and the crossed themselves seem to have lost all cohesion and their counter-attacks are often repelled without much difficulty.

In the staffs, the amazement gives way to an enthusiasm tinged with a certain mistrust, quickly swept away by the European political leaders who believe that they have already won the victory over the worst disease that the human species has had to face.
It goes without saying that this overconfidence will be criminal and disastrous in the next hours.


Somewhere around Diksmuide.


Thomas E. (was his name?) was convinced of one thing, the virus had not only freed him, it had made him stronger, the few bits of memories that his sick brain managed to project to him showed him a weak man endowed with a ... morality? was that the word?

He smiled when he tore off the limbs of the dying, took their life or raped them, but he understood one thing, maybe it was his past or the virus had communicated to him a superior instinct: modern weapons killed many of his playmates, which he didn't like, less Crossed, less fun.
On the other hand, he had clearly seen that the "others" had not yet understood who he was dealing with, he was the Great "Fucklord" and he and his friends were soon going to party in Brussels as soon as the others and their fun toys would have fallen into his trap.

[ukron]

15 May, somewhere not far from Ostend.

No matter how much Corporal L. tried to close his eyes, what he had seen would remain engraved in his memory for the rest of his life (if it were not cut short brutally), hidden under a wreck, the young French had trouble remembering the previous day and the nightmarish night that had followed.

Yet everything had started well, the Griffons and VABs of the French army had entered the contaminated territory without any difficulty, encountering only a few resistance fighters from the Crossed, isolated and too stupid to avoid throwing themselves alive under the wheels of an armored vehicle. the 12.7 turret had spat its projectiles in their direction, ending the lives of the sick, the latter still having the strength to spit obscenities in Flemish and French. Corporal L remembered having shot what had surely been a young woman, infected, covered in blood and whose several parts of the chest but also of the face were missing, pierced and sacrificed. At least the burst of the FAMAS would have done her a favor!

But nothing could have prepared for what happened that night, assailed by an ambush, the infected had thrown plastic and paper bags filled with blood and excrement in the eyes of the French soldiers, triggering an instantaneous brutal contamination. How had the corporal survived? no idea.. surely by cowardice, his FAMAS was empty and his comrades were dead, or worse, infected.

The only thing he had been able to perceive of that night was the moment when his former comrades had decided to sacrifice the few survivors of the massacre, before proceeding to a gigantic orgy in blood and entrails.
As the night ended, they left the small village and headed for the front lines to continue their evil work.


15 May-16 May SITUATION REPORT:

The imbecile optimism that had run shattered in Paris, when the first reports confirmed that the logistics elements set up in Diksmuide (6th equipment regiment) were attacked from all sides, the same reports invaded the communication channels of the Belgian, Dutch and German armies. From all sides, they are attacked, overwhelmed and annihilated.

General Lecointre (Chief of Staff of the French armies) is wiping his forehead, at his side the President of the Republic as well as French, European and also foreign officials, it is 00:54 (AM), for a few minutes already  communications have been broken, a Mirage 2000 will fly over the small urban community of Diksmuide to provide information on the fate of French soldiers.
"Here Azur 1, am vertically over Diksmuide, am attacked by heavy weapons fire...it shakes...damn...am hit.....ejection Azur 1".

Doubt is no longer allowed, Inherent Shield is a disaster.

[ukron]

From the night of May 15 to May 16.

While the French troops are trapped, reduced to nothing or converted into bloodthirsty monsters, the Belgian and Dutch troops deployed along the Eeklo-Ghent line are in turn attacked by suicidal infected throwing themselves on the machine guns and mines deployed along the main line of defense of the country, it goes without saying that immediately after most of the ammunition is exhausted, another wave of infected descends from Lievegem and rams the exhausted defenders. the few air strikes carried out by Dutch F-16s did not change anything, most of the fighter bombers starting to run out of ammunition.

at 4 a.m., the infected have reduced the suburbs of Ghent to nothing and threaten Ypres and Courtai, where the remnants of the French army have withdrawn in disorder, abandoning civilians and combat equipment.
at 5 a.m. as the defenders of Ghent see in horror Mowag Piranha and Boxer carrying with them dozens of laughing and bloody infected, hotbeds of infection are reported along the Scheldt, undoubtedly threatening Brussels and Antwerp of the same fate.