A long time ago, in a place far, far away, I made this backstory for a server I was operator on, it raped canon like noone has before, but it was the premise for what could've been a great game-mode. The server might still run, I haven't contacted the owner in a long time, but they probably still use an edited version of this backstory as their premise.
First, the infected were few, they targeted citizen work crews, wandering citizens in the abandoned subway networks, the CCA would arrive only to find blood on the ground. The do some sweeps, but discover nothing.
They try to keep everything quiet but citizens get word, some curious ones go down to investigate, they too, get infected. The CCA, seeing more and more of its citizens dissapearing in the abandoned tunnel networks and slums of the city, decided to send more sweeps, where the pathogens eventually learn how to accurately attack them. They come in swarms, patrols dissapear, few if any patrols are able to get radio calls out before being fully under control of the pathogens.
"..we heard the call, the fear in their voices. But were ordered to stand down. We had to hear as the... things... destroyed our men. One even sounded like it was laughing while doing so..." ~Unit.554, Log 37
The swarm, now realizing it has grown to such a size it cannot sustain itself in sewers and slums alone, starts its attack on the city with its hive-mind controlled zombies, they cause total panic in the city and citizens crowding to escape the hordes barely allow enough room for the CCA to stop them in the cramped above-ground passages and houses.
The CCA panics....they order a retreat from the slums and sewers to the downtown street area, losing control of the subways to the infected. The CCA, losing the subway, lose a major source of their supplies, all equipment must now be brought in by air, and not nearly enough comes, as a result of the attack on C20. Citizens, left behind by the CCA, their source of oppresion, their caretakers, are unsure what to do, they cannot fight the infected, and those who try are swiftly overwhelmed. They all gang together, taking residence in locked buildings and cramped UU Apartment buildings.
The citizens, cramped in scantly-protected buildings in the uptown district of the city, get a nasty suprise as the pathogens find their way to new hosts through the ventilation systems and cracks in the UU Apartments, main street is in a riot, citizens try to flee towards the nexus, only to be turned back by demoralized, confused units.
"...the last we heard of him, he was going to go to the roof, to see if it was safe... He never came back down. That strange feeling of dread started to seep in. The fear of my housemates is almost thick enough to cut with a knife, I have a feeling it won't be getting better either." ~Gabriel Thompson, CID: 97751
The infected, quickly gaining control of all of the outside of the city, turn inward, they learn how best to defeat their human opponents using the rooftops and shadows to their advantage, they attack in large groups, gobbling up entire groups of units and citizens alike, the CCA urges everybody to stay inside their apartments, not truly knowing what dangers await those that stay inside. Citizens are up in arms, they have been told for years that the cities were safer, and they looked to the CCA to protect them, riots start, citizens trash the shops of loyalist and CWU workers as they now begin to doubt the CCA's control of the inner-city.
The citizens that still remain in the outer parts of the city live in constant fear. The pathogens, using their true forms in the fight for the inner sanctum of the city, instead send their infected to comb the ruins of the suburbs for humans that have been left behind. Citizens risk their homes, families, and loved ones every time they walks outside or even switch on a light.
"...Hunger is starting to set in, I can't take this anymore. We've got to move, we've got to try to get into the City. We need supplies. We need SOMETHING other than these damned canned beans from that Rebel-fella's apartment. Don't know how he got it, but it doesn't matter anymore, we're all in this together. Loyalist, Rebel, or other..." ~Gabriel Thompson, CID: 97751
The CCA is starting to get stretched thin, their OTA units, armored and armed enough to prevent all but the heaviest swarms of infected from overtaking them, and combat-fatigued and weary units, are all that stands between the outskirts of Downtown and the no man's land of the outer city. Less experienced or unarmed units are instead sent inside the confines of the front line, trying to contain riots of citizens who still roam the streets, angry and determined to get revenge on the CCA for allowing their loved ones to die while they are expected to continue working, as if nothing was happening.
"They sent me in on the front line, to deal with a bunch of pissed off Citizens trying to get in. We couldn't hold them back, we had to slowly let them in. Painstakingly searching each Citizen, we were told not to worry about contraband, just let in the clean and push away the infected... It gets harder every day." ~Unit.554, Log 88
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