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Gerald Patterson had called the majority of the Ghouls living in the Cavern to the main chamber, thousands upon thousands of Ghouls filled the space. There was a movie-theater-sized screen behind him, showing their mascot of a radiation sign glowing yellow.

"People of the Republic!" Patterson's raspy voice rang out amongst the crowd with the help of a microphone. "You all know the hated. Headmaster Christopher Hamlon." He announced, and the screen behind him filled with a screenshot of Hamlon in front of the University with guards behind him.

Boos roared from the crowd.

"Hatred against us is not tolerable!"

Cheers from the crowd.

"And ignorance is just as intolerable - President of the GYP, Pauline Gina. This fool doesn't know anything about us - and will not protect us from Hamlon's wrath." Behind Patterson, a picture of Pauline getting out of a vertibird wearing an elegant suit and sunglasses was showed to the crowd, who booed.

"No better is her son - General Maxwell Gina. His disgust for Ghouls in insulting and unacceptable." A picture of Maxwell firing a shotgun at an unknown target was shown, and the crowd booed again.

"I know what you are thinking: This is just another propaganda meeting. That I am just ranting about our foes."

Murmurs from the crowd. Foes? This sounded ominously hostile. The Ghouls' general plans were to annex Yosemite with their sheer numbers.

"But today - we ACT!!" Gerald Patterson roared, frenzied. A video of the City Clark was shown - a caption at the bottom that read LIVE BROADCAST.

Patterson drew a small device with a button on it from his pocket.

"With this - we assure we mean business. With this - we DESTROY CLARK!" He shouted.

Gasps echoed from the crowd. How was this possible? Most Ghouls were against murder like this - citizens, woman and children lived in Clark. Then the crowd grew silent. It was the moment they feared.

Gerald Patterson must have turned Feral.

A Ghoul immediately ran out from the sidelines of the stage. She was not restricted from the guards because she was trusted - a high ranking official in the Republic.

Merill Venice - a diplomat. She wasn't foolish enough to touch Patterson - or else the guards surely would have killed her.

"Please - Gerald. Put the button down. Pressing that will give the University an excuse for attacking us."

"Yes, dear, and with me as your leader, we will defeat them!" Patterson raved.
Merill shook her head. "This will not work out good for us. Put. It. Down." She ordered, and looked to the Royal Bodyguards. They would stop this madness! But... wait. They weren't the Bodyguards she had known.

"Gerald!" Merill accused. "These guards are all crooked, just like you!" The crowd has grown eerily silent, their fate in the hands of these two Ghouls.

Gerald smiled. "Yes. Now take her away!" He ordered. Before the Guards could reach her, she pushed Patterson down, right before she felt the rifle butt on the back of her head.

The stage was swarmed with Ghoul guards trying to restrain the situation, as the crowd couldn't face away from the screen to see what would happen to Clark.

"YES!" Patterson's voice was heard amongst the fighting. For a second, nothing.

Then, a flash of white, a big boom, and Clark was no more.

Yates was in the back, chaos and panic around him, and yet he did not feel a thing, he just knew that he had to get ready, for battle was bound to happen soon.

About ten minutes later, in Muir...

"We want revenge!" A citizen screamed from the angry mob of thousands that formed outside the GYP Headquarters.
"It was the RIPPERS!" One shouted.
"It was the KHANS!" Shouted another.
"It was the ZOMBIES!" Shouted the third.
"NO! It was the PROTECTION SOCIETY! They are dissatisfied with us!" Shouted the last.

The crowd was just a mass of rambling madmen. Out in front, in the private-area-only, shot-on-sight region, stood Pauline Gina and her son Maxwell.

"People! People! We're doing the best we can to discover who did this. Agents from the University in radiation suits are investigating the ruins now." Maxwell answered.

"MY MOTHER LIVED IN CLARK!" A frenzied woman screamed.
"MY ENTIRE FAMILY LIVED IN CLARK!" A man wailed in despair.

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Meanwhile, the same thing was happening in Bunnell. A mob was formed but quickly broken up by Sentry Bots and Securitrons - with only three casualties. People still rallied in their streets though - and representatives from the University were sent to each uprising.

"Oh, s--t," Kelly stated instinctively as the awesome explosion shown brightly on the screen. His lit cigarette fell from his gaping mouth to the ground below; he immediately made a move for the exit of the large main chamber, simply to avoid being trampled by the chaotic crowd.

I can't believe he really just did that.

As the crowd grew even more wild, Kelly shuffled to one of the double doors leading out of the room. He pushed and pulled all the while, clearing a path through straightforward, physical means. He soon cleared the room, ending up in a large corridor with a much smaller, yet still significant amount of ghouls present; he let his rifle remain in its current position, slung low on his back, while gripping the barrel loosely to prevent the weapon from swaying.

Yates started hurrying, speed walking to his quarters, trying to ignore all of the trouble around him.
when he fine got to his quarters he started grabbing all the equiptment he would need for survival, grabbing several stimpaks, his weapons and his hockey mask,
putting his carbine on his back and his pistol in his holster.
"I need to leave, really soon." but just before he left, he grabbed a some rad-x and rad-away that he basically uses for currency,
"hm I can use these for trading if I have to do so."
Then he jolted out his quarters and got outside.

Yates left despite warnings from guards, and came to a sight. Apparently, several Ghouls had the same idea, and dozens of their corpses littered the ground.

Five Great Khans revealed themselves from behind a large rock.

"Going somewhere, zombie?"

Steve was doing his usual patrol a few miles from the city of Clark, followed by his dog and 2 privates. Suddenly a blinding flash of light followed by a deafening sound overwhelms the area. A big wave of dust was heading towards Steve and his group....Still confused and dazed, Steve managed to warn the 2 privates " Quickly, take cover behind something" "Where going to be torn to pieces"!!.The group just manages to take cover in a trench, when the giant wave of dust, passes above their heads.Minutes which felted like hours for Steve passed. He finally opens his eyes.....he looks around. "Its everyone all right ?"...no one responds...Steve stands up and approaches on of the privates...."Hey.. wake up....are you all right?" he check his pulse,but the private was already dead....Steve mumbles a small prayer when he hears the other private groaning...he quickly stands up and runs towards the other private....the private points towards his legs....Steve looks on horror at the private legs...He then looks as the private drew his pistol...."No, dont do it" said Steve....but it was to late.......the private shot himself...Steve kneels in front on the private saying himself "Why ....why ? ...he then looks towards his city...just to see a giant mushroom raised above the city.....With a whistle he calls out his dog, which rises from the dust....then Steve starts running towards the city........with the dog after him, barking

Yates looked at them expressionlessly and said "Away from here, it would be a good idea if you got out of here too.
Now as much as I love trouble i'm really not in the mood for any at the moment, please, get out of my way."
He then started to walk around the Khans but had his hand near his holster, ready for an attack at any moment.

One of the Khans grabbed Yates's wrist. His eyes were wild; he was obviously on psycho or some other drug. "Don't leave, I was enjoying our time together." He smiled savagely.

Yates then pulled his arm back and brought the Khan in close, then spun him around so his back was facing Yates front. He then used his free arm to wrap it around the Khan's neck.
then freeing his other arm with ease so he could pull out his pistol. He then raised it to the savages head, having him in a good hostage position.
"Okay now I want the rest of you trash to put down your weapons, or your friend here is going to die."

"Dammit, Leroy..." One Khan mumbled, and they reluctantly threw down their weapons. "You will regret this!" Leroy said angrily. "My cousin is one of Papa Khan's guards!"

"Hah, i'm sure I will." Yates said with a tiny grin.
"Now kick your weapons over here! I always enjoy extra supplies."

One Khan snarled. "Don't push it, zombie."

Lenka looked on at the massive crowds in Brunnell through the window in a nearby apartment building. The things they shouted, the anger toward the GYP they possessed...it was fantastic.

Clark was destroyed. It was a perfect distraction. No matter who or what was responsible for the act, a piece of the government had been obliterated.

And it couldn't have been at a better time. Lenka was about to carry out yet another act of terror. He was wearing his Vault 101 security vest and was armed with an AKA-47 assault rifle, a Rheinmetall 9mm machine pistol, and a ceramic knife. He was accompanied by three Great Khans whom he had hired the previous month. The Khans each wore grimy black buisinesswear and weak bullet proof vests, much like Lenka. Another common factor these three Khans shared with their employer was the amount of arms they carried. They each wielded large assault rifles and various side arms. In addition, each of them wore black leather gloves and balaclavas in order to hide their identities. Both the clothing and weapons of Lenka's henchmen were covered by Lenka himself. Lenka had told the three Khans that they could keep the equipment in exchange for their service.

They had planned this mission for weeks now. The destruction of Clark was the perfect distraction. Lenka had bombs planted in six buildings parrallel to each other on the sides of the street - three buildings on each side. His henchmen were now planting the last bomb in this apartment building.

"Are you finished?" Lenka asked calmly. He spoke with a unique combination of English and Russian accents. His voice was firm and authoritive. It wasn't deep...yet it was scary all the same.

"No." one of the Khans setting up the bomb replied.

Lenka frowned. "Hurry up." he ordered, glancing out the window at the crowd below in the streets. He chuckled. "Everyone is so focused on the events at Clark. When we activate these bombs, this entire neighborhood will be annihilated. More will die, and the civilians' anger will multiply."

"You'll soon be pushing up daisies if you don't do what he says." Kelly stood several yards away, his weapon loaded and aimed at the nearest Khan's head. He had quickly moved outside as a small amount of ghouls did so, keeping to the protective nature of his role in the Republic.

"Dammit, Ulen." Whined the Khan who complained at Leroy.

The Khans reluctantly kicked their weapons to Yates.

The Khans saw the explosion, as did the rest of Yosemite. "So, that... uh... thing. The bomb that went off. You zombies do it?" Ulen asked, smiling devilishly. He suspected once he saw the Ghouls running in a panic.

Well thanks stranger!
And by the way, yes we did.
He then shot at three of the khan, two got hit in the head, and one in got shot in the neck, Yates then pointed his gun back at his dirty hostage.
Leaving Leeroy alive.
"Was that pushing it? I'm not too sure of my boundaries." He said jokingly.

Leroy the Khan shook his pocket and a pistol fell out, as well as several empty psycho containers. "That's it, you messed up zombie." The Khan said.

"Mister Dragoon!" one of the Khans called to Lenka. "It is finished!"

Lenka looked at the Khans and smiled. He slowly pulled a balaclava over his head. "Then let it begin." he whispered.

Lenka, followed by his three Khan henchmen, exited the room. They descended to the bottom floor by the staircase that was positioned at the center of the apartment building.

Slowly, Lenka and his henchmen departed the building itself through the main entrance at the front. They headed into the streets, pushing through the crowds, but being careful to stay together in an organized fashion. The civilians hardly noticed them due to their focus on the destruction of Clark.

"We really don't have time for this, Yates." Kelly was only vaguely familiar with the ghoul, but was aware of his position as executioner.

"Waste that f---er already."

"Messed up huh?"
Yates then shot at the Khans shoulder, but he missed.
"F*ck!" Yates yelled,
he had to reload.

"What?" Leroy asked. "No! You promised, Ghoul!" He cried.

Kelly fired a short burst of assault rifle ammunition into Leroy's chest, sending him onto his back on the dusty ground. Blood sputtered from the wounds momentarily, pooling on the ground at the Khan's side.