When Devon and I traveled to San Nicolas Island off the coast of California for navel research, we weren't expecting to walk right into the middle of a war. We knew something was going on when there were hundred of boats surrounding the island, each one of the casting the black skull and cross-bone. Cautiously we docked our boat and wandered slowing onto the island, searching for the crew that we were supposed to be meeting. I turned to Devon, "Dude, what the hell is going on?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing"
Pirates of all different shapes and sizes, we running in our direction. The smell of rum was over powering. "We've gotta get out of here!" I tured to face the boat, but there was no chance. "Run! Follow me!" I shouted to Devon as I took off into the woods. We ran for about 10 minutes until the pirates were out of site. We knew evading them in their drunken state wouldn't be much of a challenge. "Dev!" I called to him "Do you know where this Navel base is?"
Devon turned in circle a few times before answering me "Well, it's the only thing on the island, and there are only supposed to be about 25 soldiers on this island, but I guess we know thats not true." We heard the muffled noises of the pirates gaining on us once again, "Lets go that way." Devon said as he pointed east, "I think I see smoke." We took off running, hoping that we would find who we were here for, and maybe get some answers about what was going on around here.
When we arrived at the navel base, we didn't get the answers we desperately needed. No, instead we gained even more questions. There wasn't a single normal living human being to be found. The navel soldiers that were once stationed here, were now brain craving zombies, that were desperately searching for the pirates to sink their teeth into. We silently hid behind one of the buildings, trying to figure out what was going on, and how we were going to escape. Thats when we overheard some pirates talking. This was a full fledged war between Pirates, Zombies, and, dare I say it, Ninjas. The pirates were convinced that they would come out on top, but they had one weakness, their slowness and they knew it. As they quietly discussed their game plan, one of them fell dead. "Damn Ninjas." another mumbled before he and the others quickly moved to a new location.
"Nick." Devon mutter softly to me.
"Yeah?"
"Don't you think It might be a good idea to take cover? There are freaking ninjas out here and I really don't feel like dying today." his voice became slightly panicked.
"Good idea man." I mumbled as I surveyed the base for an under ground shelter. I found one, but it was about 200 yards away. "Dev, do you think we can make it?" as I pointed out the shelter. It was a straight shot, but there was no cover. It was dangerous, but we had no choice.
"There's only one way to find out." he paused and looked at me, "On the count of three?"
"One." I whispered
"Two." Devon mumbled
"THREE!" we shouted together at as we ran across the compound, arrows and bullets flying around us. I glanced behind us and saw we were being chased. Not only by pirates but by the zombies - and maybe ninjas - as well. I turned back around, vison locked on the door to the bomb shelter and could only hope that our feet could get us there before our brains became dinner.
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