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survivors and zombies, out of the western states. The Rocky Mountains was a line of death. God help you if you were on the wrong side.
"Are they turning toward us?" Charlie asked.
My heart dropped into my stomach. There was no escaping helicopter gunships. They had passive night vision, infrared, 30mm chain guns, and air-to-ground missiles. Those bastards probably already had us in their sights.
"Get out!" I cried, pulling off the road.
We bailed. I didn't care if there were zombies in the area. I didn't even bother to turn off the engine or take it out of gear. We scrambled to higher ground, carrying our weapons and as much ammo as we could. I was pissed that none of us thought to bring a rucksack, even though it would've looked mighty suspicious to be walking around with a pack.
"Wahoo!" a man yelled.
The other three Humvees came barreling around the curve. They didn't even slow down to see why our vehicle was abandoned. I just stared at them a second, and then continued up until I was safe behind a large boulder. The three of us huddled there and watched our comrades race toward disaster.
"Don't they see the Apaches?" Charlie asked.
My heart raced. I didn't know any of those men, but we were connected by a shared history in the military. They were my comrades in arms. They were the men that helped us escaped forced service.
"They're probably all Marines," Mike said.
"I was thinking Navy, but yeah," I said.
I felt bad about making a joke, but we had to cope. We had to save our sanity from the insanity. All of my tours in Afghanistan returned. All of those times I felt helpless and frustrated.
"Hey, they figured it out," Charlie said.
The three Humvees stopped in a herringbone formation. The first and third vehicle turned off the road to the right, the middle vehicle to the left. Soldiers piled out, opening fire on the approaching helicopters with personal weapons and SAWs.
The Apaches opened fire with missiles, and then the 30mm guns. All three Humvees erupted in flames, blown to pieces. It looked like they were veering toward our abandoned truck when the survivors opened up on them again, but from relatively close range.
"Whoa!" I cried when one of the Apaches turned into a fireball, and then tumbled sideways and clipped the lead helicopter. That second one rolled over and plunged into the earth, erupting into another fireball. "Zombies!"
Zombies were coming back down the road. Were they following us? They ignored our empty vehicle. I counted twenty-seven of the little horrors. Thankfully, none of them looked up to see us. Some split off toward each of the two downed helicopters. The rest rushed towards the burning Humvees.
The survivors opened up on the zombies. At the same time, the last Apache swung around and attacked the survivors. We watched incredulously. The surviving gunship made pass after pass. I think he only stopped because his ammo ran out. I didn't see any more missiles.
"Let's go," I said, heading back down to the Humvee.
There were three zombies feasting on one of the crewmen of the first crashed helicopter. I braked, while Mike and Charlie picked them off with head shots. The second crash was completely engulfed in flames, so nothing to eat for the zombies. They'd moved on. We found the rest chomping down on the bodies of our comrades.
"Kill them!" Mike cried, standing up in his seat.
Charlie, Mike, and I got out and walked in line
"Are they turning toward us?" Charlie asked.
My heart dropped into my stomach. There was no escaping helicopter gunships. They had passive night vision, infrared, 30mm chain guns, and air-to-ground missiles. Those bastards probably already had us in their sights.
"Get out!" I cried, pulling off the road.
We bailed. I didn't care if there were zombies in the area. I didn't even bother to turn off the engine or take it out of gear. We scrambled to higher ground, carrying our weapons and as much ammo as we could. I was pissed that none of us thought to bring a rucksack, even though it would've looked mighty suspicious to be walking around with a pack.
"Wahoo!" a man yelled.
The other three Humvees came barreling around the curve. They didn't even slow down to see why our vehicle was abandoned. I just stared at them a second, and then continued up until I was safe behind a large boulder. The three of us huddled there and watched our comrades race toward disaster.
"Don't they see the Apaches?" Charlie asked.
My heart raced. I didn't know any of those men, but we were connected by a shared history in the military. They were my comrades in arms. They were the men that helped us escaped forced service.
"They're probably all Marines," Mike said.
"I was thinking Navy, but yeah," I said.
I felt bad about making a joke, but we had to cope. We had to save our sanity from the insanity. All of my tours in Afghanistan returned. All of those times I felt helpless and frustrated.
"Hey, they figured it out," Charlie said.
The three Humvees stopped in a herringbone formation. The first and third vehicle turned off the road to the right, the middle vehicle to the left. Soldiers piled out, opening fire on the approaching helicopters with personal weapons and SAWs.
The Apaches opened fire with missiles, and then the 30mm guns. All three Humvees erupted in flames, blown to pieces. It looked like they were veering toward our abandoned truck when the survivors opened up on them again, but from relatively close range.
"Whoa!" I cried when one of the Apaches turned into a fireball, and then tumbled sideways and clipped the lead helicopter. That second one rolled over and plunged into the earth, erupting into another fireball. "Zombies!"
Zombies were coming back down the road. Were they following us? They ignored our empty vehicle. I counted twenty-seven of the little horrors. Thankfully, none of them looked up to see us. Some split off toward each of the two downed helicopters. The rest rushed towards the burning Humvees.
The survivors opened up on the zombies. At the same time, the last Apache swung around and attacked the survivors. We watched incredulously. The surviving gunship made pass after pass. I think he only stopped because his ammo ran out. I didn't see any more missiles.
"Let's go," I said, heading back down to the Humvee.
There were three zombies feasting on one of the crewmen of the first crashed helicopter. I braked, while Mike and Charlie picked them off with head shots. The second crash was completely engulfed in flames, so nothing to eat for the zombies. They'd moved on. We found the rest chomping down on the bodies of our comrades.
"Kill them!" Mike cried, standing up in his seat.
Charlie, Mike, and I got out and walked in line
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