Versus - Part #1

//This is Devolta - scuttle the ships, there's no return.//

And with that, the Destroyer head out into the open sea, it's stern facing what it had once called its home.

There had been huge operations, all of which trying to save as many people as possible. Destroyer 'Araira' had been one of the last to receive the call, and, unfortunately, hadn't gotten home in time.

"A virus? What do you mean a virus? As in, 'zombie' virus?" The ship's captain, Toby McGuire, had attempted to explain all he'd ed from the original transmission.

"Yes, a virus. I don't know the technicalities. Look - I'm as concerned as you are, ok? We need to remain calm. I cannot guarantee anything, all I've been told is that home is not safe." The captain sighed, before adopting a more upbeat tone. "We need to that we are soldiers of the United States, and that we will go back home one day. As of now, we will remain in American waters. We have some... 'uneasy' orders."

"And what are they, sir?" Thomas Kindley, one of McGuire's most dedicated, responded.

"We have been ordered to kill anyone attempting to leave the continents of the America's. Should we fail, the rest of the world is at risk of this 'virus'."

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It would be true to say that, for the rest of that unsettled Tuesday the ship - and, of course, it's crew - lay quiet. There was little conversation in the dining area, and it seemed as though no-one could lighten the mood.

It had all dawned on them at some point between their initial briefing by Captain McGuire and that meal - they would most likely never see their loved ones again.