SNAFU: Black Ops

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All people, places, events, zombies, variants, deep ones, various other creatures, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination.

Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The soldier was a ghost in a dead world.

He made no sound as he moved because noise was suicidal. Noise was how to attract the dead. Noise was how one became dead. The soldier was alive because he had learned those lessons long ago, often from seeing others make mistakes they could not undo. The soldier had buried so many people, even people as skilled as he was. Maybe that meant he was lucky, or maybe it meant that in many ways he was closer to an animal than a man. His instincts were feral, driven by a predatory nature that had let him survive when so many others had fallen. Stronger people, faster ones, better ones. He, though, survived. All of those deaths were lessons, and he was a good student in the school of survival.

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