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diamonds.
The people
stationed near the flaming diamond recoiled from the wave of heat. It
probably wasn't enough to hurt them, but the intense light forced the
reflex. The zombies there pushed hard in their own terror, and they
breached the line.
For a double handful of seconds, chaos
followed. Zombies beat our defenders even further back from their
positions, widening the gap. I saw New Haven citizens and allies from
Louisville fall as they fought to defend each other. In that brief
space of time, a dozen people fell.
We'd drilled for that
eventuality, though. The person in charge of that wedge called for
the fallback, and the defenders parted quickly to leave the invading
zombies a path to the center.
That was where our gunmen
waited. Fully armed and armored, they surged forward. Each of them a
soldier from North Jackson, they moved in careful lines, their
weapons rattling in three-round bursts. No shot was wasted: each pull
of the trigger took a New Breed in the head. For the dozen bodies the
zombies had created, the gunmen paid them back with interest.
They
kept firing even as the zombies turned and ran. The sound of gunfire,
combined with the profound beating we were handing them and the huge
number of disabled undead littering the battlefield, was enough to do
the trick.
They turned. They ran. We fired arrows and bullets
at them until they were too far gone to be a threat. Then we took
stock of our losses, let our noncombatant medical personnel begin
triage, and ordered men out to finish off the damaged undead moaning
piteously across the scorched field.
I had the men keep a few
in reserve. I picked one new test subject.
The lives lost in
the fight were precious. Eleven of our allies from Louisville lost
their lives. Seven of our own people died, though five times that
took wounds ranging from a broken finger to a shattered pelvis.
Thanks to my wife's work over the months in making lightweight
armored sections, none of the survivors took deep claw wounds, and
there were no bites.
It seems like too high a price to pay,
but most people I've talked to don't think so. We've stopped this
group, basically right next door, from gathering enough momentum in
recruiting other zombies to do us damage in the near future. That's a
huge plus. Twice that number of New Breed hitting us at home would
have been incredibly dangerous.
That, and now we know that we
can fight them in the open if need be. We're going to send Becky out
with a small team of people to try and find more raw materials for
thermite (or anything else she can find that will do the same job).
This is clearly an effective weapon. Now that we've got some
first-hand data on how these ideas work in practice, we can do the
job of improving the portable defenses and gel bombs, and fixing the
flaws. It was a tough fight. We paid a hard price for the information
we gathered, and for the victory.
But we got them.
Friday,
March 23, 2012
Post-Modern
Medicine
Posted
by Josh
Guess It's
a lucky thing our medical staff have a lot of experience handling
massive numbers of injured. Rereading that sentence, I recognize just
how weird a statement it is.
We expected more casualties, so
the numbers we have aren't stressing our resources to the limit or
anything. Most of the injuries aren't serious--I'm shocked we didn't
have any accidents with the gel bombs--and for the most part people
were able to tend to their own wounds.
Looks like a good
number of the Louisville crew will be heading home today, but
fourteen of them will be staying here. That's a mixed group; several
of them are injured, and a couple are sick. Their group doesn't have
access to the level of healthcare we do here, which is admittedly far
above the average. We're lucky that way. The very least we can do to
repay those folks for helping us out and for sacrificing for us is to
take care of them when they need it.
Not to downplay the
importance of striking against the New Breed or the loss of life
The people
stationed near the flaming diamond recoiled from the wave of heat. It
probably wasn't enough to hurt them, but the intense light forced the
reflex. The zombies there pushed hard in their own terror, and they
breached the line.
For a double handful of seconds, chaos
followed. Zombies beat our defenders even further back from their
positions, widening the gap. I saw New Haven citizens and allies from
Louisville fall as they fought to defend each other. In that brief
space of time, a dozen people fell.
We'd drilled for that
eventuality, though. The person in charge of that wedge called for
the fallback, and the defenders parted quickly to leave the invading
zombies a path to the center.
That was where our gunmen
waited. Fully armed and armored, they surged forward. Each of them a
soldier from North Jackson, they moved in careful lines, their
weapons rattling in three-round bursts. No shot was wasted: each pull
of the trigger took a New Breed in the head. For the dozen bodies the
zombies had created, the gunmen paid them back with interest.
They
kept firing even as the zombies turned and ran. The sound of gunfire,
combined with the profound beating we were handing them and the huge
number of disabled undead littering the battlefield, was enough to do
the trick.
They turned. They ran. We fired arrows and bullets
at them until they were too far gone to be a threat. Then we took
stock of our losses, let our noncombatant medical personnel begin
triage, and ordered men out to finish off the damaged undead moaning
piteously across the scorched field.
I had the men keep a few
in reserve. I picked one new test subject.
The lives lost in
the fight were precious. Eleven of our allies from Louisville lost
their lives. Seven of our own people died, though five times that
took wounds ranging from a broken finger to a shattered pelvis.
Thanks to my wife's work over the months in making lightweight
armored sections, none of the survivors took deep claw wounds, and
there were no bites.
It seems like too high a price to pay,
but most people I've talked to don't think so. We've stopped this
group, basically right next door, from gathering enough momentum in
recruiting other zombies to do us damage in the near future. That's a
huge plus. Twice that number of New Breed hitting us at home would
have been incredibly dangerous.
That, and now we know that we
can fight them in the open if need be. We're going to send Becky out
with a small team of people to try and find more raw materials for
thermite (or anything else she can find that will do the same job).
This is clearly an effective weapon. Now that we've got some
first-hand data on how these ideas work in practice, we can do the
job of improving the portable defenses and gel bombs, and fixing the
flaws. It was a tough fight. We paid a hard price for the information
we gathered, and for the victory.
But we got them.
Friday,
March 23, 2012
Post-Modern
Medicine
Posted
by Josh
Guess It's
a lucky thing our medical staff have a lot of experience handling
massive numbers of injured. Rereading that sentence, I recognize just
how weird a statement it is.
We expected more casualties, so
the numbers we have aren't stressing our resources to the limit or
anything. Most of the injuries aren't serious--I'm shocked we didn't
have any accidents with the gel bombs--and for the most part people
were able to tend to their own wounds.
Looks like a good
number of the Louisville crew will be heading home today, but
fourteen of them will be staying here. That's a mixed group; several
of them are injured, and a couple are sick. Their group doesn't have
access to the level of healthcare we do here, which is admittedly far
above the average. We're lucky that way. The very least we can do to
repay those folks for helping us out and for sacrificing for us is to
take care of them when they need it.
Not to downplay the
importance of striking against the New Breed or the loss of life
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