Radio Attack

Here I am, in one of those emergency rooms in the electric plant. Lieutenant Peterson wanted me under special care.
I heard the medical staff talk about 3rd degree burns, severed nerves, broken femur, possible infection.
I didn't care, they gave me the laptop so I'm good. Plus its been, what, 5 hours from zombie contact. If I were infected, I wouldn't be typing this.

Well since I'm not going to leave this bed for awhile, might as well send you guys a message of my lucky survival. Hence lucky.
(I've never been injured in my normal life so I had no idea morphine felt so good :P)

Anyways, it started with our trip to the radio station. Didn't think it was too bad. The jeep next to ours did a good job of fending off undead attackers that tried to hijack us. Silenced pistols do pretty well. The radio station quite a ways away, which was I took my time with the last post.
We took a lot of turns and twists as we went along the streets. The soldier next to me said that any other road was a red zone. Don't know what that means but it was probably bad.
Finally, we came up to a rocky hill, in which the radio station was on top of. It's antennae tower was rather huge, even in comparison to the large 2-story building. A sidewalk zigzagged its way to the entrance splitting the big parking lot in two.
Lt Peterson had snipers set up behind a car (Joe and two soldiers). Joe asked why he can't stand up so the lieutenant told him that he was the biggest target. Though a little offended, Joe still focused on his shot.
Lt Peterson handed a megaphone to me. I struggled with the power switch (Never used a megaphone either) and finally spoke into it.
"We mean you no harm."
From inside the building, I heard a loud "F*ck off!"
A car near the radio station sounded its alarm. Someone inside could've activated it from inside. Left 4 Dead nostalgia guys?
I gave the megaphone back to the lieutenant.
"I tried."
He shrugged.


Well, it was a split decision. Some of us wanted to leave, exiting from the very street that hundreds of zombies would be flooding in from.
Some of us wanted to bullrush the station. Charge right in, set up fort, and take out those zeds.
Lt Peterson didn't want to do any of that. We had a chance of infection/death if we leave. But the raiders in the radio station could take advantage of us if we go in.
A survivor, a guy from 10th grade, held his gun to the air.
"I surrender!" he yelled. He then ran towards the place. As he ventured halfway through the parking lot, however, something exploded at his feet. His upper half flew over a parked car. I stared at Lt Peterson for some advice.
"Don't explode," he said.
Through the moans that were coming from the distance, I tried to think. I couldn't find any sarcastic hidden messages in this dilemma. It was do and die or don't and die.
A soldier suggested we stay here at this very spot. Maybe there are only 10 zombies. We had 8 people each with military weaponry (Except me, my aim would kill someone friendly). Joe and Landen vouched for the idea, saying that its better than walking on claymores. Lt Peterson agreed. The majority of us could fend off the zombies while someone can sniff out the explosives. Heck, the person could get us some of these cars too.
The lieutanant asked Joe to cover for the demo man in case of counterattacks from the radio station. A little dismayed, Joe nodded with the promise of shooting raiders' heads off.
Four people, including Landen, aimed for the road that would funnel the zeds in. The lieutanant used this time to pick out someone with the skills to take out the bombs.
That sniper chick from before raised her hand.
"My boyfriend used to disarm explosives for the army," she said.
Used to?
Lieutenant Peterson told Joe to cover her ass. I was about to make an inmature comment but decided against it.

So it began. The zombies paraded onto the road, all runners. Landen and another dude told the soldiers to only aim for the head as anything else does nothing.
The lieutanant told me to get in the line of shooters as well.
I told him I had a bad aim. Lt Peterson reached into the jeep and took out a SPAS-13 shotgun. He looked at it then at my small build. He replaced it with an AK-74U and set it to burst fire.
We spent half an hour on the zombies, which was enough time for that girl to find the secret to the claymores and mines.
The curving sidewalk was empty of lethal traps.
Why? Well zombies don't follow twisting paths, they make a beeline from themselves to their prey. So instead of taking turns on a sidewalk, they'll run straight through the parking lot filled with explosives.
She also said that a lot of the bombs were homemade. Very efficient raiders.

I didn't kill any zombies cause I couldn't get headshots. Landen was dropping them like crazy but not as well as Lt Peterson. Each bullet took down one zombie. He yelled for Joe and the girl to get to the building. As they ran, the lieutanant told us to run at his signal.
With the dramatic 3-2-1, we ran for it. I felt kinda suspicious of the traps but realized the dumb logic to it. As zeds exploded behind us, we all shuffled into the building.

It was scary dark. No lights save for the windows. An increasing number of moans and explosions went into the silent air. Lt Peterson put a finger over his lips. He then made some army hand signals. The two remaining soldiers followed him silently. They turned one corner and disappeared. Since Joe was good at this stuff, I decided to ask him.

"Hey, what are they doing?" I asked.
"They're scouting the place," said Joe.
"Man Waley, you gotta learn these things," said Landen.
"Dumbass. At least you know how to whisper." said the sniper/demolition chick. "Guys, follow me."
They all did the same thing as the soldiers and stealthily disappeared down the dark hallway.
And there I was, standing alone and scared shitless. I could never handle horror movies. The parts were the popouts. The building of suspense followed by a scary image and a loud burst of music.
I didn't have to worry about that music part but it seemed I had to go through everything else.
As it said in Zombieland, "Nut up or shut up." Quickly, I took off my shoes. Retarded right? Yeah, I'm too pussy to wear rain soaked sneakers indoors.
In my socks, I began venturing into the hallway. Since there wasn't any conflict with the other guys, I decided to take out the light I have on my keys.

Oh wait, I left my keys in my house. Too stuffy and jingled too much.
Being stupid I turned the corner opposite of the one the soldiers went into. Didn't want to be a following liability. I ended up in a room with two shelves parallel to each other. They held random stuff like boxes and other hoodoo. As I ventured in however, I smelt something bad. Using the windows light, I saw a dead body across at the other side of the room. What confused me was that it had no head. Before I took another step, I thought of all the possibilities. Could someone have chopped off the head? Maybe someone shot it off.
I focused my eyes in that dusty room. Faintly, I saw a thin line, which was at chest level, connecting the two shelves. I followed the line to the left. Waiting at the end was a poorly hidden bullet. Probably a shotgun's.
There was a rather large air vent grating right above me. Since I'm so light, it wasn't a big struggle to get onto the shelf. This one didn't need to be screwed in, just switch two, uh, switches and the grating hangs down.

Using what I learned in paintball, I crawled through the rather large ventilation system. I blindly went through, not really having an objective in mind. Each room I passed was either dark or nonsensical to anything. I didn't see a living, or an undead, soul anywhere.
I ended up above a bathroom. I just got passed the grating when it suddenly fell. I hung on with my hands and tried to pull myself back up. Before I could however, something hit me in the back. I fell to the bathroom floor, contorting into odd positions. Whatever it was, it hurt and it forced my muscles to spasm. I blacked out.

When I woke up, I couldn't move my arms. My head was spinning but I really couldn't do anything about it. I was also on my knees, wrapped in some sort of tarp. I was naked save for my boxers.
I saw that my hands wore roped towards the ceiling, forcing me to make a Y. My entire lower body was taped up.
I looked up to see that I was in a room with a large window on the wall. A microphone was over my head.
Three people walked in. Two of them were really ugly girls. You know, the indented cheeks, buttchin, plural moles. They dressed in shitty trailerpark clothes.
The other man wore a suit. Completely contrasting the two girls.
"Who are those soldiers?" asked one girl. She sounded like she smoked a lot.
I didn't quickly respond so they rewarded me with a slap in the face.
"Where are you from?" the other girl asked. "Where's your hideout?"
I tried sarcasm.
"Not here apparantly."
Another slap. Didn't work.
"I don't have time for your shit. Where is your damn hideout?!"
"You guys have a good spot here. Why do you want another?"
Slap.
"We need food and weapons. Since you're survivors, there's bound to be supplies."
"What if I said we're nomadic?"
Dude whips out switchblade and puts it to my throat.
"Wonderers die."
Well, he convinced me pretty well. But I decided to extend our talk.
"Even if I told you, all those zombies will get you."
The leader chick stared at me. She then snapped her old fingers. The other girl went outside and reached for something.
In her hands were an iron and a scalpel. That iron, I think my mom used that brand on my dress pants. Really hot stuff.
The man spoke
"Don't worry, I failed medical school."
That helps.
As they plugged in the iron, the chick spoke to me again.
"Where is your hideout?"
"Well, you know that grocery store down the highway?"
Slap. Unconvinced.
"Tell me now."
I feigned a sigh.
"The high school...was our last spot."
Since it was pretty much the truth, she didn't see anything that suggested I lied.
"Whatever, burn his skin off."
They then preceded to attack me with the iron. After a few times, I finally gave in and told them. They started prancing around, finally getting my info.
The man walked towards me, switchblade out. He got behind me and lifted my chin.
With mixed irony, a zombie started bashing the window from the other room. The three of them stopped laughing. The glass was cracking.
Another zombie rushed into our room, breaking down the door like nothing. It jumped the first person it came across, the leader.
As that zed shredded her apart, the one at the window broke through, snagging the other girl. The guy backed off to the far corner of the room, leaving me in front.
The pang of irony made me feel good. Though my time was coming around shortly. I was kinda shocked that no blood splattered on me. With my open wounds, I would've turned me into a hanging corpse.
I had about 3 seconds to spare before Landen walked in, holding some gun. A SCAR something. Whatever.
He shot the two zombies in the nick of time. If they were any closer, well, yeah...
Landen saw the guy behind me but didn't want to hit me. The man jumped through the broken window.
Landen slid next to me. He took out his trusty knife and started cutting my restraints. I gotta ask him what that knife was.

I followed Landen up to the second floor.
"They're everywhere! We can't run!" he yelled.
As we made it to the top of the stairs, we saw that sniper chick. She stared at me and laughed.
"What happened to you and your clothes?"
I was gonna get shit for running around in my underwear, I just knew it.
Apparantly, the others weren't tortured and crap. They were just fine. I think only Landen and one other soldier had to shoot something.
I recieved similar reactions from the group.
"Look its Gollum!"
Fun stuff.
From the windows, I saw that the zombies were swarming the building, having taken out every trap. Lt Peterson asked us for a way to form a path away from this place. Joe told him that explosives and fire won't work on the infected. We also didn't have enough ammo to kill every one of them. As they spoke, the zombies were climbing the sides of the building, standing their own who had succumbed to the bombs. No other structures were around, grounding my own idea of a zipline. What to do...

I didn't figure out their plan. As we thought, a piece of the ceiling fell on me. Next thing I knew, my femur was in half but otherwise safe in the electric plant. No one's come down here to tell me what happened so I'm stuck here typing.

Hope your hell isn't as bad as mine.