...As my team and I started to slowly back tracking through the wooded street, all we can truly notice is that the air is thick, the weather is beautiful and it is uncomfortably quite. I take a slow look at each team member thanking god that i am fortunate enough to have these fellas on my team, admiring the ammo vest covered in random blood splatter, a drop leg holster on each leg, their favorite assault riffle strapped on their backs, obviously tired but the weather is making us feel like kids again. I am hearing a transmission in my ear bud, but the poor chaps throat bone is not working, the quite is broken as we hear his broken screams for help as he is brutally murdered by what he once knew as his "brothers". All we can do is look around at each other while we are enjoying our break, listening to his cries for god to end his life so he feels pain no more. static... that is all that is heard..... static.
As we gather our equipment, E-town sees smoke stacks, no big deal other than they are emitting smoke... SURVIVORS!!! as we cautiously yet swiftly hast our way to the smoke stacks, we become more and more aware that we are running up on a nuclear power plant, shelter, sleep, survivors, is all we can think about. We are charged with energy at the thought that we are not fighting alone!! SHIT!!! The drive and the lot is full of those sacks of mucus stumbling around, stalking, looking for food. i cant blame them tho, we are doing the same.
The closer we get, the more we notice, something seems a bit off, these are not like the other zombies we have come across, but what is so different? D-troit notices that one has thrown his head in the air, smelling, knowing that his potential dinner is in the midst. HAHA i highly fucking doubt it! so one shot, one kill, right side temple, clean through and through, text book and glorious. In such a sick situation the beauty to know of the tales of that shot will be recorded in history, all we could do is grin! Damn i need a cigarette!... the shot has alarmed the other zombies, looking to assess the situation, we notice, there are not as many zombies as we thought, there are an ASS BAG MORE!!! A symphony of gun fire hails from our end, tactical 3 shot burst, rhythmic, almost like listening to my favorite death metal band (irony!) Chest, throat, head.. that is what we were trained to do, shoot them in the heart, the throat and in the fucking head... one problem, They are in full sprint now!!! faster than us and indescribably powerful.. we knocked them down, we did a dead sprint to the plant, we buzzed the door, no one came, we look around... no other way in, a dozen cubby holes but no other doors..
We see more of those sons a bitches coming through the woods, staggering like lost drunks, i place my only C4 charge on the door, we run to a cubby hole, pack in tight, click the detonator, 1...2...boom... we get in, standing in the door way we start unleashing our fury on the zombies.. MAG! CHANGING MAG, we are in a tight formation in the shape of a convex while E-town searches for a new room for shelter. As the zombies get closer, the are getting faster, jogging...running..sprinting...jumping at extreme rates!!! only one thing comes to mind, so i look at my crew, i smile softly and tell them exactly what i am thinking, "we are SO fucked!"