Note: This might be it for a while guys, so I made an extra long piece for ya. Enjoy!
It had been a week since we arrived in town, and let me tell you, it was not a week of relaxation. We woke up every morning at 7:30, breakfast, 3 miles on the treadmill, workouts for another hour. Then they had us shoot at the range they put together until lunch at 12:30. Then we could do whatever until 4:30. Another mile on the treadmill, then dinner at 6:00. 6'1, 200 pounds, I'm not what you'd call physically average. But it wore us out bad. One night I think my roommate Steven was asleep before he hit the pillow.
I was at lunch when Micky sat down next to me.
"What are they working us to death for?" She asked.
"You didn't expect to just sit around and do nothing, did you?" I replied.
"Well, yeah actually." She said.
We both laughed.
I looked around. Everyone else was finishing up.
"Well," I said as I ate the last bite of my sandwich. "We better get moving. We've got a big day ahead of us."
I got up and followed everyone else downstairs to my room, where I saw Steven getting ready.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." I replied.
"You ready?" He asked.
"I hope so."
He picked up his Remington, loaded it and walked out. I saw that my attire for this job was already put out for me on my bed. A pair of leather gloves, a white tank top, a vest that had pockets for extra magazines, my M4, and 12 full mags for it. Also, there was a pair of camouflage cargo pants, my Dad's M9, and 16 extra clips for it. And I thought these guys weren't armed to the teeth like we were. I strapped on the vest, put three M4 mags in each of the four pockets of the vest, pulled on the cargo pants, and put four M9 clips in each of the four pockets, and tucked the M9 in my belt. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall.
Zombie killing machine I thought.
I picked up the M4, and turned to leave. Micky was standing in the doorway.
"Well don't you look like a mad gunman."
She had on another vest, and was holding a scoped rifle. She had the same pair of cargo pants I did, and the same gloves. Her shiny black hair was in a ponytail.
"You don't look too bad yourself."
"Right." She laughed. "Well, best get a move on before they send out a search party."
With that, we headed down to the driveway to rejoin the others. But before we could get into the truck, we were stopped by a woman dressed like a nurse, who handed us both a surgical mask.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"Undead blood is infectious." She replied blankly.
"Uh-huh." I said as I slipped the mask on and stepped into the bed of the pickup.
Micky stepped in after me, and we headed off. As we were driving down the road, I glanced to the other passengers in the truck bed. There was me, Micky, Sandy, Steven, and Cody. Austin was in the front seat. Taylor stayed behind to work as a nurse in the med center.
Our driver was dressed for battle like we were. He had at least a dozen tattoos on each arm, and had a 12 gauge lying across his lap.
"Hey," I said. "Where exactly are we headed?"
He looked into the rear view mirror, and I got a shock. He had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen, and a long, jagged scar running down one cheek. He couldn't have been much older than we were, but he looked like he had been through some tough battles of his own.
"There's a station about twelve miles out. I think you know the rest."
"So I'm guessing that you're here to lead us in?"
"Yep. I don't think they trust you guys to handle something this big on your own yet. That's what I'm here for."
I laughed. I wasn't surprised they had assigned someone to babysit us.
"There's a big operation going on today. There are two other squads looking for gas and supplies. We get to have the real fun."
I noticed that we were slowing down. The police station shouldn't be that far away. A few minutes later, we were outside. The place looked deserted. That was never a good sign.
"Micky, you think you can make it up that fire escape?" Ryan (Our Babysitter) asked. "We're gonna need someone to keep watch out here."
"No problem." She replied, as she started towards the fire escape.
"Everyone else, with me."
So we went in. It was a two story building. The offices and holding cells were on the first floor, so that would mean the armory was on the second floor.
"You two," Ryan said as he pointed to Sandy and Austin. "Stay down here and look for anything useful. We're going upstairs."
As we walked towards the stairs, I could see the carnage that had taken place here. There was blood all over the walls, and dead bodies littered the floor. The powerful smell of death was in the air. I could see bullet holes in the walls, and some of the bodies had bullet holes of their own. I looked over the side of the front desk, and saw the bodies of several police officers. Empty shells littered the floor. The last stand that took place here went over just about as well as the Alamo did. I turned back just as we reached the stairs.
"I'll take point." Ryan told us as he eased open the large metal door.
We cautiously made our way up the stairs, and we met another door at the top made of wood. Ryan twisted the handle, but it was locked.
"Well, now what?" Cody asked.
I just looked at him. I then turned, took a step back, and nearly kicked it clean in two.
A long, grey walled hallway lay ahead of us. We took up positions on each side, Cody and Ryan on the left side, myself on the right. We walked in a semi-crouched manner, so that we could easily kneel and take out a target. There were three doors at the end of the hall.
"One of those should be the Armory." Ryan told us.
"You mean the one with "Armory" printed on the door?" I said.
He looked at the door.
"Yeah, that one."
I laughed to myself. We walked to the armory door, and opened it. Inside was a gun-nut's paradise. The walls were lined with gun cabinets, all containing weapons deadlier than the case before. I heard my radio buzz, indicating someone about to speak.
"Well, did you find anything good yet?" Austin asked from downstairs.
"You have no idea." I radioed back.
I took a step into the room, and surveyed what it contained. I saw that the gun cases could hold 4 of the weapons they contained. I suddenly realized that we had truly hit the jackpot.
Two cases of M4s, two of AR15s, two of Remington 870s, three of MP5s, and one of Remington 700 sniper rifles. There were even two M249 SAW's sitting in a wooden trunk. There were boxes magazines and ammo in separate drawers below the cases, and A box of silencers was sitting on a stool in the back. It was all ours.
"Team two, have you finished your supply run?" Ryan said into his radio. "I think we're gonna need some extra man power over here, over."
"Copy that, over." Came the response.
As Cody and Ryan took inventory of our haul, I stepped back out into the hallway. Something wasn't right. This was going too well. We shouldn't be able to just walk in here and take this stuff. I took a few deep breaths. My mother was right, I do worry too much. I thought I'd check the other two doors, just to get my mind off it.
I pushed the first one open, and took a few steps inside. It was just a janitors closet, and the strong smell of heavy duty cleaner hung in the air. I rushed back out of the room. Chemical smells always gave me a headache.
That's when I heard the tapping sound. It was quiet, but I could hear it.
"Guys, be quiet for a second." I told Cody and Ryan. It got louder.
"Do you hear that?" I asked them.
"Hear what?" Cody replied.
It tapped again.
"I hear it." Ryan said.
"Where's it coming from?" Cody asked.
We all turned to the last door. I drew my pistol, and knocked.
"GO AWAY, LEAVE US ALONE!!!" Came a womans voice.
I looked at my comrades.
"We're not here to hurt you." I said.
"How do we know you're not infected?" The woman questioned.
"If I were infected would I be knocking?" I answered.
There was no reply, so I opened the door. I saw that it was dark inside, so I motioned to Ryan to hand me a flashlight. I edged my way inside, and flicked the flashlight on. I shined it around the room. It settled on a woman, and a young boy sitting in the back corner of the room. The woman had a pistol aimed at my head with a shaking hand. God knows how long they've been in here. She had cuts and scratches on her face, and her leg was bandaged. The boy looked to be unharmed. I holstered my pistol, and kneeled beside her.
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
She looked at me with tired eyes.
"Everyone came here when the infected started killing people. We thought they could protect us. When the horde came, they had every able bodied person fight them."
She motioned to her leg.
"They put us up here because we couldn't fight."
I didn't have the heart to tell them they were the only ones who survived.
"Come on, let's get you out of here." I said.
I helped her to her feet, and Ryan picked up the little one. We made our way back to the front desk, and met up with the others.
"Find anything useful?" I asked them.
Austin shook his head.
We took them out to the truck, and set them in the front seat. By this time, our help had arrived. They had a giant military looking transport truck, and eight men to help us with the loading up.
"Lets make this quick people." Ryan instructed the new arrivals.
I turned back to the woman.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Jessi." She replied. "He's Kyle, my little brother." She motioned to the little boy.
I looked back to everyone else. It looked like everything was loaded up, and we were ready to go.
I turned to leave, but she took hold of my arm.
"Cal, If anything happens to me, please, take care of Kyle. He's all I've got."
"Don't talk like that." I encouraged her. "Everything will be fine."
She smiled. I turned and walked back to Ryan and the others, and leaned against the side of the transport truck. Micky had come down from the rooftop, and walked over to me.
"Having fun yet?" She teased.
"Absolutely." I joked.
She laughed. Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted. I covered my ears, but it didn't help. I looked around to see that all the others were doing the same, to no aid. As soon as it started, it stopped. I looked around. Everyone else looked disoriented, but otherwise unharmed. I picked up my M4, and ran over to where Ryan was.
"What was that?" I questioned.
"The horde." He answered. He had a horrified look on his face. That was not a good sign.
I never got a response.
"Everyone, listen up!" Ryan yelled to the crowd.
"We only have a few seconds, get your gun and load up on ammo. LET'S MOVE PEOPLE!"
Ryan walked around directing people, and I struggled to keep up with him.
"Ryan, what is the horde?" I asked again.
He kept walking.
"RYAN!" I yelled.
He turned, his eyes staring lasers at me.
"All you need to know is that in, oh, I'd say about thirty seconds, this place is going to go to hell in a hand basket. They're going to come around that corner," He pointed down the street. "And when they do, we won't have anywhere to go, or anything to do except fight." He paused. "Think you can handle that?"
"Good. Now I've got work to do." He continued walking.
I ran back over to Micky and the rest of my squad.
"What's going on?" Micky asked, a scared look on her face.
"I don't know, just, get your gear on and make sure you make every shot count."
"What do you-"
She didn't get a chance to finish. Another ear-splitting roar ripped apart the quiet air. I could tell this one was much closer, though it was shorter that the first. I didn't know what that meant, but it could not have been good.
"Need I say more?" I asked her.
She shook her head.
I looked to the others.
"Think positive thoughts." I said.
They laughed. Keeping spirits high. My specialty.
"Everyone, take your positions!" We heard Ryan yell.
I turned back to see that somehow the others had rolled several abandoned cars into the street, making a small semi-circle barricade. We took our positions, and looked down the street. The pickup was still down there.
I looked around. Kyle was sitting on the lip of the transport truck. Jessi was nowhere to be seen. I looked back at the pickup truck. I could see her in the drivers seat.
As fast as I could, I jumped over the barricade, and sprinted out to the pickup. I heard the others screaming for me to stop, but I just kept running. I saw that there were propane tanks set in the back. I realized what she was going to do. This was our battle, and she was the suicide bomber.
I made it within arms reach of the drivers side door, and yanked it open.
"What are you doing!?" I screamed at her.
She looked at me with her tired eyes, and then she looked away. I followed her eyes to her leg. There was no bandage there now, just a gash were her ankle should have been. My eyes flew back to her face as I realized what had happened.
She had been bitten.
She turned on the engine as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Please. Please, take care of him for me."
I had no words to answer her with, I just nodded.
She closed the door, and stepped on the gas. My eyes followed the bright red truck, until I saw what she was speeding to. There had to be at least a thousand, maybe more. I turned to run back to the others, and took one last glance at the truck. She was holding her fist up in the air out of the open window. In it was a hand grenade.
She made contact with the crowd, and a tremendous explosion ripped through the street. I was knocked at least twenty feet by the force of the blast. I hit the asphalt hard enough to kill me. I lie there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, but it wouldn't come back. I looked up, and surveyed the carnage.
The Buildings on each side of the street were torched, and there were dismembered bodies lying everywhere. Such utter destruction, all from one bomb. God, it was beautiful.
I rolled onto my stomach and barfed my guts up. Having your insides rattled like that could not be good for you.
I glanced one last time, up at my comrades. I could see them rushing to my aid.
I rolled onto my back again, took one last look at the sky, and passed out.