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Authors: Dave Rowlands
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them grinning like idiots.
Pilot reported that of the four possibilities he had thought of, three had shown signs of having once had survivors, one group had moved out already, the other two showed no signs other than blood. The fourth place he had suspected as a likely location was bare of the Living, but the Dead roamed in numbers great enough that they dared not risk a landing. Then there had been two other locations they had to scout, that The Smart Couple had assured Pilot survivors still Lived. They had been right on the money, one was an old army depot, know of by few, visited by fewer. That had been overrun with bandits that had fired on the chopper as soon as they had gotten over their shock.
The second location, on the other hand, the surviving Living there were friendly, providing us with a radio frequency with which to keep in constant contact with them. They had already taken to calling themselves The Facility, so Pilot, thinking of The Smart Couple, had given our radio callsign as The Think Tank. The Facility, in the caldera of a long dormant volcano, far to the northwest, was already communicating via radio with two other locations, both of which were far out of range of our chopper.
noon
Junior joined us at the gate on our after lunch mission of slaughter, and despite the cold and the snow, before long we were sweating. Pilot had gone, along with The Colonel, downstairs to confer with The Smart Couple, while the rest of us continued rendering death unto the Dead. Just as I was getting supremely bored with the whole shooting Dead caper, Pilot came running up to me, asking if I wanted to go for a ride with him. I most certainly did! The Colonel was joining us, waiting at the helipad already, our mission, simply distract the Dead hordes closest to the three newcomer groups and lead them away.
We flew on a roundabout course to the Dead that were no doubt getting uncomfortably close to the nearest group approaching The Think Tank. Slowly we hovered above them, The Colonel and I taking a few potshots, killing a couple of Dead just to get their attention. Once they realised food was above them, they followed us as we headed away from the Living, drawing the Dead on a course leading behind them. Smart Girl squawked on the choppers radio that everything looks like it's going nicely so far.
The second group were in danger of attack from two groups of Dead, a smallish one to their southeast, almost directly in their path, and another larger one north of that. Pilot manouevered the helicopter smoothly above the smaller group, only about fifty or so, and we got their attention, moving northwards to join the two Dead hordes together. This worked brilliantly, as the second, larger group seemed absolutely certain that the first group were following food, so they joined up. As one massive tsunami of Dead, we wrangled them further north, for about two hours, before Pilot turned to the east once more, to try and distract the Dead harassing the third and final group. This was the smallest of the four, only three individuals strong. The radio squawked once again, Smart Girl informing us that the Dead from the first encounter were still following in our wake, as were the others. Smart Guy came on the horn next, saying that one of the three down below was reading a much higher temperature than the other two. He suggested that maybe they had been bitten.
Hovering in position for a moment, Pilot asked The Colonel what exactly she wanted to do about this. I told them that if someone had been bitten and hadn't told the other two, they were fucked, but really, we all knew that.
“Take her down, we've got to deal with this now. Keep her spinning, though...” The Colonel told him, and he complied, lowering the helicopter smoothly in front of the three startled individuals.
The Colonel
Pilot reported that of the four possibilities he had thought of, three had shown signs of having once had survivors, one group had moved out already, the other two showed no signs other than blood. The fourth place he had suspected as a likely location was bare of the Living, but the Dead roamed in numbers great enough that they dared not risk a landing. Then there had been two other locations they had to scout, that The Smart Couple had assured Pilot survivors still Lived. They had been right on the money, one was an old army depot, know of by few, visited by fewer. That had been overrun with bandits that had fired on the chopper as soon as they had gotten over their shock.
The second location, on the other hand, the surviving Living there were friendly, providing us with a radio frequency with which to keep in constant contact with them. They had already taken to calling themselves The Facility, so Pilot, thinking of The Smart Couple, had given our radio callsign as The Think Tank. The Facility, in the caldera of a long dormant volcano, far to the northwest, was already communicating via radio with two other locations, both of which were far out of range of our chopper.
noon
Junior joined us at the gate on our after lunch mission of slaughter, and despite the cold and the snow, before long we were sweating. Pilot had gone, along with The Colonel, downstairs to confer with The Smart Couple, while the rest of us continued rendering death unto the Dead. Just as I was getting supremely bored with the whole shooting Dead caper, Pilot came running up to me, asking if I wanted to go for a ride with him. I most certainly did! The Colonel was joining us, waiting at the helipad already, our mission, simply distract the Dead hordes closest to the three newcomer groups and lead them away.
We flew on a roundabout course to the Dead that were no doubt getting uncomfortably close to the nearest group approaching The Think Tank. Slowly we hovered above them, The Colonel and I taking a few potshots, killing a couple of Dead just to get their attention. Once they realised food was above them, they followed us as we headed away from the Living, drawing the Dead on a course leading behind them. Smart Girl squawked on the choppers radio that everything looks like it's going nicely so far.
The second group were in danger of attack from two groups of Dead, a smallish one to their southeast, almost directly in their path, and another larger one north of that. Pilot manouevered the helicopter smoothly above the smaller group, only about fifty or so, and we got their attention, moving northwards to join the two Dead hordes together. This worked brilliantly, as the second, larger group seemed absolutely certain that the first group were following food, so they joined up. As one massive tsunami of Dead, we wrangled them further north, for about two hours, before Pilot turned to the east once more, to try and distract the Dead harassing the third and final group. This was the smallest of the four, only three individuals strong. The radio squawked once again, Smart Girl informing us that the Dead from the first encounter were still following in our wake, as were the others. Smart Guy came on the horn next, saying that one of the three down below was reading a much higher temperature than the other two. He suggested that maybe they had been bitten.
Hovering in position for a moment, Pilot asked The Colonel what exactly she wanted to do about this. I told them that if someone had been bitten and hadn't told the other two, they were fucked, but really, we all knew that.
“Take her down, we've got to deal with this now. Keep her spinning, though...” The Colonel told him, and he complied, lowering the helicopter smoothly in front of the three startled individuals.
The Colonel
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