Nine of Nine: Pt 2: Shock and Awe

"bRACE BRACE BRACE!!!" Those were the last words I remember hearing before waking up in a smoking pile of wreckage that not 20 seconds earlier had been our helicopter. I knew immediatly that our pilot was dead because the hood of a Chevy truck was sitting where he should have been, our copilot was screaming but I couldnt make out what it was. What rember clearly enough was my squad leader yelling his lungs out for me and the others get out of the heli. There was pounding all around us like rounds bouncing off of the armor....no not bullets...fists! We had crash landed in the middle of an undead mob that was now trying to devour us. The second helo was circling over head raining hot death down on the mob. The 5mm gatling gun was spitting hundreds of rounds out drawing lines in the crowd.

We climbed out and soon learned what had happened, while coming in low on approuch the tail had clipped a power line, the ensuing crash left the heli on its side four blocks from the crash site. We were now standing on that side unleashing our own volley into the crowd. We were aming mostly for body shots since most of us were still recovering from the shock of the crash, but more than a few found thier way into the skull. It seemed as if no matter how many we put down they just kept coming. The mini-guns emptied themselves into the crowd reloaded and unleashed again once more drawing lines of death in thier wake. The mob just continued thier march on ward and onward until they reached the sides of our Blackhawk. "Bring it in close!!!" one of our saw gunners called through his mic as if in response the fire shifter and nearly took out the six of us on top. I spotted a car in the midst of the crowd and called out " When this thing blows haul ass." A single gernade bounced off the hood of the wrecked car and detonated sending flames and debris flying. The sudden explosion took the ones cloest to the explosion out cought several others on fire but the shockwave took them off thier feet. We recovered from the blast and I'm fairly sure there were some choice words coming out of Grutrees mouth but we had lept from the helo's side and began to try and extract the remaining pilot who had been unloading his pistol into anythat got to close. "Fuck this get the hell out of here!" He screamed "Fuck you, your coming with us!" I yelled at him as I losed rounds into the nearest zeds "Gimme a damn nade and get the fuck out of here!"

We had begun running on orders both from the copilot and from Gutree who was still high above us we knew we had to but we sure as hell didnt want to. The explosion engulfed the area into flames thanks to the still half full gas tank on board the bird. We climbed a fire escape to the roof of a nearby building which is when we got our next bit of bad news. "To all ground elements this is Hammerhead 2 we are at Bingo fuel and setting down now to unload will return on station Asap." Sargent Gutree joined us on the rooftop and we all watched the helo dissaper into the darkness.

Our first night was spent on a nameless rooftop listening to distant gunshots and screams. Though none of them will admit it we were all afraid.