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Authors: Dave Rowlands
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They heard the bikes and they’re coming for us!” Wall looked as though he had seen his very own personalised Death. “They should be here within the hour, and fuck me there are a lot! ”
I ordered everyone back into The Elephant, and we began to make preparations for a siege of the Dead.
evening
The horde came, as Wall predicted, almost an hour after their return. Stutter and Nutter seemed far calmer than they had any time I’d seen the Dead mentioned around them. Asking them why, Nutter simply said that there was next to no way that they’d be able to make it anywhere near any of us. He was spot on there, that’s for certain.
How many there were I have no idea. It was far from the largest group of the Dead that I had seen, that honour belonged to the carpet of Death that had followed us all out of Melbourne after our first trip there. This mob was different, somehow. More than that they were all naked, though that was bizarre in and of itself. How a group this large and this naked would have come to be I have no idea.
As they approached, I took up a position manning a large-calibre machine gun. In all honesty, normally I would have preferred to be down in the thick of it, slicing away with my sword, but in this case I felt much more secure up here with all of this mounted firepower.
The Dead were many times many, but we had plenty of ammunition. More than enough. Dead heads exploded as we opened up on them, showering their shambling, smelly companions with brains and tiny bits of skull. Not that their companions were in any position to complain, as within mere seconds they were brought low as well.
The massacre, as I hesitate to refer to it as a battle, lasted only a short time, maybe an hour, maybe slightly more. The blasted things just kept on coming. There seemed no end to them whatsoever. Eventually, though, we realised that no more were coming, and that those that had come weren’t moving any more.
I went down to the ground with my men as Static and Driver prepped The Elephant to move on, back to our original heading. Together we poked and prodded at the rotting remnants that lay before us. There was something…
“Hey Chief!” Maori called. I wandered over to him. “Looks like we’ve got a couple of twins here,” He was correct, the two deceased Dead ones before him did indeed look the same, the only real difference being the locations of the head wounds that had destroyed them. Viking and Scar drew near.
“This is weird,” Scar sounded concerned. “These two look just like that one, there,” He pointed. It was indeed another Dead ringer. “Triplets, maybe?”
I suggested that they take some samples back to AR-18, maybe German Doctor might be able to make some sense out of the bloody things. I was more than a little concerned, but then since meeting Apocalypse Girl my world had thoroughly changed. The Dead coming back to try eating everyone was a small part of it, really.
The Elephant moved on, towards AR-18. We’d be there in a day, perhaps two. As long as there aren’t any more delays, that is.
Strange… As I sit here writing this, a helicopter has been spotted by one of the lookouts. A helicopter that seemed to be carrying a caravan.
September 13 th Year 1 A.Z.
morning
Back on the proverbial road to AR-18 this morning, no idea what last night’s sighting of a flying caravan might have been about. Static had heard nothing about it on the radio, though the general consensus was that only The Boss would be sending out black helicopters these days. Nobody else seemed to have that particular advantage.
Stutter and Nutter figured that today was the day that they’d divulge the information we’d come all this way to gather; they began to tell us what they’d encountered passing by Sydney.
For starters, they had voted against going there in the first place, only
I ordered everyone back into The Elephant, and we began to make preparations for a siege of the Dead.
evening
The horde came, as Wall predicted, almost an hour after their return. Stutter and Nutter seemed far calmer than they had any time I’d seen the Dead mentioned around them. Asking them why, Nutter simply said that there was next to no way that they’d be able to make it anywhere near any of us. He was spot on there, that’s for certain.
How many there were I have no idea. It was far from the largest group of the Dead that I had seen, that honour belonged to the carpet of Death that had followed us all out of Melbourne after our first trip there. This mob was different, somehow. More than that they were all naked, though that was bizarre in and of itself. How a group this large and this naked would have come to be I have no idea.
As they approached, I took up a position manning a large-calibre machine gun. In all honesty, normally I would have preferred to be down in the thick of it, slicing away with my sword, but in this case I felt much more secure up here with all of this mounted firepower.
The Dead were many times many, but we had plenty of ammunition. More than enough. Dead heads exploded as we opened up on them, showering their shambling, smelly companions with brains and tiny bits of skull. Not that their companions were in any position to complain, as within mere seconds they were brought low as well.
The massacre, as I hesitate to refer to it as a battle, lasted only a short time, maybe an hour, maybe slightly more. The blasted things just kept on coming. There seemed no end to them whatsoever. Eventually, though, we realised that no more were coming, and that those that had come weren’t moving any more.
I went down to the ground with my men as Static and Driver prepped The Elephant to move on, back to our original heading. Together we poked and prodded at the rotting remnants that lay before us. There was something…
“Hey Chief!” Maori called. I wandered over to him. “Looks like we’ve got a couple of twins here,” He was correct, the two deceased Dead ones before him did indeed look the same, the only real difference being the locations of the head wounds that had destroyed them. Viking and Scar drew near.
“This is weird,” Scar sounded concerned. “These two look just like that one, there,” He pointed. It was indeed another Dead ringer. “Triplets, maybe?”
I suggested that they take some samples back to AR-18, maybe German Doctor might be able to make some sense out of the bloody things. I was more than a little concerned, but then since meeting Apocalypse Girl my world had thoroughly changed. The Dead coming back to try eating everyone was a small part of it, really.
The Elephant moved on, towards AR-18. We’d be there in a day, perhaps two. As long as there aren’t any more delays, that is.
Strange… As I sit here writing this, a helicopter has been spotted by one of the lookouts. A helicopter that seemed to be carrying a caravan.
September 13 th Year 1 A.Z.
morning
Back on the proverbial road to AR-18 this morning, no idea what last night’s sighting of a flying caravan might have been about. Static had heard nothing about it on the radio, though the general consensus was that only The Boss would be sending out black helicopters these days. Nobody else seemed to have that particular advantage.
Stutter and Nutter figured that today was the day that they’d divulge the information we’d come all this way to gather; they began to tell us what they’d encountered passing by Sydney.
For starters, they had voted against going there in the first place, only
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