No Heroes

I placed the camera in front of me and hit record. The battery was at 75% which meant that I had a few hours of recording time. This would be quick. I just wanted to get my story out there for if this shit ever got better. I took a deep breathe and started.

I keep thinking that I'm going to wake up and be back home. This isn't the Wizard of Oz though, this is hell on Earth. There wouldn't be a wake up scene where I was surrounded by my family and friends. No, this was life for everyone now. Going from city to city, town to town fighting to survive. This is no a world gone to shit, run by the dead. Everyone fought the idea of it at first. The news went on about how it was a rabies or virus. Bullshit. When I put a burst of ten rounds into anythings chest it dies. Rabies or virus aside, it dies. Not these bastards. I emptied endless amounts of ammo into them and they just kept coming at us. The civilians and cops panicked. Some of them trying to be heroes but realizing it wouldn't get them anywhere. When they got to the first few that were fighting they tore them apart. Combat and blood never phased me before, but watching what I thought at the time were humans, tearing apart those who couldn't get away. I almost lost myself. Some of the ERT guys did lose it, turning their guns on themselves.They kept advancing. Slow but ever determined. As we watched the bullets hit the bodies with no effect we began to lose face. Then we saw one fall after taking a round in the head. We heard the order to aim for the heads. I was a gunner. Big L.S.W. with a 250 round box. A fair amount of recoil as well. I took aim as best I could just fired for the shoulder line. They were starting to drop but it wasn't enough. We had spent a large portion of our ammunition trying to kill them in the conventional manner. When all of this started I was a fearless soldier, ready and determined. I wanted to engage and destroy the threat, then be a hero. It wasn't happening like that though. When it all first started I was optimistic about our victory. We were the human race, we'd overcome thousands of years of hardship. We'd established our foothold at the top of the food chain with our unbreakable defiance and determination. We would come out on top again and kill every last one of these sons of bitches. We would take back our cities and remember that that was the day the human race fought and fucked up the most relentless enemy since the Nazis, Taliban and even al-Qaeda. We were showing them who was boss in the desert and now we would do so here at home.

God dammit was I ever wrong. Years later now and we're on the brink of extinction. The human race has finally met it's maker. I will keep fighting. Fighting to survive, to adapt and overcome. The Americans are still cracking skulls and I know I won't let them have all the fun. I won't give up but I do know that in this war there won't be any medals. There won't be any Presidents or Prime Ministers giving victory speeches. A victory speech happens when we take out an enemy on their turf, when we change the tide of war. Even if we do turn it around somehow, we will still remember how close we came to the end. In this war, no, in this massacre, there are no heroes. Just survivors.