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Authors: Joseph A. Coley
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
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have eyes on your guest,” Helton answered.
“Copy that. He’s not trying to do anything, just beating on the fence.”
Cunningham watched as the man continued to physically assault the aluminum fence. It didn’t look as if he had a purpose. He never attempted to go over the fence, and it didn’t look like he had come from inside the prison. Cunningham couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, but he was afraid of it nonetheless. But why? Why be afraid of some nut? There was a certain amount of fear to the whole thing, but he couldn’t figure out why. He swallowed hard, keeping the Glock on the man.
Where the hell is my backup?
The man stopped beating the fence.
“Hey, buddy! Keep your hands above your head!”
The man slowly shambled toward him, shuffling his feet, and keeping his arms at his sides.
Cunningham stepped back with his right foot, sliding it along the ground. This was to make sure that if there was an obstruction behind him that he wouldn’t fall over it or be tripped up. Cunningham’s heart pounded in his chest. Now, he was scared shitless. There was something very, very wrong with the man slowly coming towards him. Aside from the glassy stare and the odd gait, the man had blood on the front of his shirt and face. Cunningham swallowed hard and kept the Glock raised.
“I don’t want to have to shoot you, buddy! Get on the ground, now!”
The man lunged.
Officer Cunningham fired two shots, striking the man directly in the chest. While the .40 caliber rounds were one of the best “man stopping” rounds made, it did nothing for the man shambling towards Cunningham. Blood came from the wound, but not nearly as much as what should have. Cunningham nearly pissed himself when the man kept coming. Crimson began to spread across the man’s white shirt, further mucking the coagulated blood already there.
“What…Um…Get on the fucking ground!”
“On the ground! On the ground” Came a voice from behind him. It was Captain Winston, moving forward with and AR-15 raised at the man. “Cunningham, take a couple steps to your left and back up! I don’t want to catch you in crossfire.”
Officer Cunningham did as he was told, shuffling a few steps to the left, and quickly backing up. Once he was shoulder-to-shoulder with Captain Winston, he stopped.
“What the fuck is wrong with him, sir? Do you see the blood? I just put two rounds in this asshole’s chest! This fucker ain’t right!” Cunningham said, his voice cracking slightly.
“I don’t know Cunningham, but if he don’t get on the fucking ground I’m gonna put him in the fucking ground!”
“Master to Captain Winston! We have several other subjects walking towards you! They are approximately two hundred yards to your two o’clock!”
Captain Winston lowered the AR-15 slightly. With just a few cars in the parking lot, seeing across the area was not difficult. He scanned the area, looking for the people that Master Control had seen. While his vision wasn’t perfect, he couldn’t see anyone. Winston took a few steps back and keyed his radio.
“Master, I can’t see anyone!”
Several gunshots popped in the air. The shots were far off, but there was no mistaking the sound of automatic gunfire. The automatic fire was quickly followed by several single shots, much louder than the automatic fire and much closer.
“What the fuck? Master! We have automatic gunfire within earshot of the institution! What the hell is going on out there?” Captain Winston yelled over his radio.
“Sir! I see the others!” Officer Cunningham yelled. “This asshole won’t stop! What the fuck are we gonna do!”
What the fuck is going on here? Winston thought. Whatever this is, we are not fucking prepared for it!
Get inside.
Get inside NOW.
CHAPTER 9
Officer Ryan Helton watched in morbid amazement at the man that Officer Cunningham had just shot. Cunningham had just put two rounds straight through the man’s chest with not so much as a
“Copy that. He’s not trying to do anything, just beating on the fence.”
Cunningham watched as the man continued to physically assault the aluminum fence. It didn’t look as if he had a purpose. He never attempted to go over the fence, and it didn’t look like he had come from inside the prison. Cunningham couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing, but he was afraid of it nonetheless. But why? Why be afraid of some nut? There was a certain amount of fear to the whole thing, but he couldn’t figure out why. He swallowed hard, keeping the Glock on the man.
Where the hell is my backup?
The man stopped beating the fence.
“Hey, buddy! Keep your hands above your head!”
The man slowly shambled toward him, shuffling his feet, and keeping his arms at his sides.
Cunningham stepped back with his right foot, sliding it along the ground. This was to make sure that if there was an obstruction behind him that he wouldn’t fall over it or be tripped up. Cunningham’s heart pounded in his chest. Now, he was scared shitless. There was something very, very wrong with the man slowly coming towards him. Aside from the glassy stare and the odd gait, the man had blood on the front of his shirt and face. Cunningham swallowed hard and kept the Glock raised.
“I don’t want to have to shoot you, buddy! Get on the ground, now!”
The man lunged.
Officer Cunningham fired two shots, striking the man directly in the chest. While the .40 caliber rounds were one of the best “man stopping” rounds made, it did nothing for the man shambling towards Cunningham. Blood came from the wound, but not nearly as much as what should have. Cunningham nearly pissed himself when the man kept coming. Crimson began to spread across the man’s white shirt, further mucking the coagulated blood already there.
“What…Um…Get on the fucking ground!”
“On the ground! On the ground” Came a voice from behind him. It was Captain Winston, moving forward with and AR-15 raised at the man. “Cunningham, take a couple steps to your left and back up! I don’t want to catch you in crossfire.”
Officer Cunningham did as he was told, shuffling a few steps to the left, and quickly backing up. Once he was shoulder-to-shoulder with Captain Winston, he stopped.
“What the fuck is wrong with him, sir? Do you see the blood? I just put two rounds in this asshole’s chest! This fucker ain’t right!” Cunningham said, his voice cracking slightly.
“I don’t know Cunningham, but if he don’t get on the fucking ground I’m gonna put him in the fucking ground!”
“Master to Captain Winston! We have several other subjects walking towards you! They are approximately two hundred yards to your two o’clock!”
Captain Winston lowered the AR-15 slightly. With just a few cars in the parking lot, seeing across the area was not difficult. He scanned the area, looking for the people that Master Control had seen. While his vision wasn’t perfect, he couldn’t see anyone. Winston took a few steps back and keyed his radio.
“Master, I can’t see anyone!”
Several gunshots popped in the air. The shots were far off, but there was no mistaking the sound of automatic gunfire. The automatic fire was quickly followed by several single shots, much louder than the automatic fire and much closer.
“What the fuck? Master! We have automatic gunfire within earshot of the institution! What the hell is going on out there?” Captain Winston yelled over his radio.
“Sir! I see the others!” Officer Cunningham yelled. “This asshole won’t stop! What the fuck are we gonna do!”
What the fuck is going on here? Winston thought. Whatever this is, we are not fucking prepared for it!
Get inside.
Get inside NOW.
CHAPTER 9
Officer Ryan Helton watched in morbid amazement at the man that Officer Cunningham had just shot. Cunningham had just put two rounds straight through the man’s chest with not so much as a
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