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Authors: Robert Van Dusen
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for you once this all blows over.”
Amy left the Emergency Operations Center and swiped an ammo can filled with loaded M 4 magazines from supply before hurrying back to the medics. Luckily, Lacey pulled the Five Ton up to the medic's tent as she walked up and Eamon was just coming out of the big canvas tent. “Lacey, get down here.” Amy said, waving for the man to join them on the ground.
The Marine threw open the door and hopped down. “What's up?” He looked nervous, excited and scared all at the same time. “We gonna see some action?”
Amy snorted. She had seen enough action for today but they still had a job to do. “Dunno.” she said as she unfolded her map and spread it on the ground to show the two men. “This circle is us.” Frays traced a circle with her index finger. “This dot is Checkpoint Eight and they need reinforcements. We've been tapped.” She gave the EMT a small, apologetic smile. “Sorry, buddy but it looks like you've been drafted.” Frays pointed at the little red grease dot an inch and a half away from the circle. She pointed to Eamon. “I want you up front with me, same as before. Lacey, you're in the back. I'm gonna be haulin' so hold on tight. When we stop I want everybody locked and loaded, ready to kick butt, right?”
Amy tore through the streets, the big Detroit diesel engine belching gray smoke as she swerved to avoid a stalled car or hopped the curb and drove on the sidewalk. Frays struck a mailbox, sending a flurry of letters all over the place. Eamon whooped and pounded on the dashboard, clearly enjoying the ride as he shouted directions over the roar of the vehicle. The heavy ripping thump of a heavy machine gun played back beat to the popping noises of an M4 being fired on full auto as they got closer to the checkpoint.
The Five Ton lurched to a halt, its air brakes squealing like a stuck pig when Frays smashed the pedal to the floor of the cab. “Come on!” she cried as she opened her door and jumped to the ground. The three of them ran to a makeshift barricade formed by two stalled vehicles placed end to end across the bridge. The two soldiers manning the checkpoint parked their Humvee perpendicular to the barricade, one of them firing the vehicle's crew served weapon into a crowd of people and a small group of dogs while the other fired his M4.
Amy was horrified by the sight until she took a second look at the people attempting to cross the bridge. It was obvious that they were diseased and several of them sported what should have been fatal wounds though they were still on their feet. The dogs yelped, barking as they charged forward. Amy flicked the selector lever on her M4 to all the way around and snapped the weapon to her shoulder, triggering a burst.
The lead group of dogs collapsed, riddled with bullets as Amy advanced to the barricade. Their weapons joined the chorus, though their fire seemed to have little effect. The crowd moaned and groaned as they stumbled forward. Amy fired her weapon dry, pushed the M4's magazine release and reloaded with a fresh magazine from her LCS then slapped the weapon’s bolt catch with the palm of her hand. Still the infected kept coming, the closest of them now less than ten meters from the barricade.
“Fall back!” she ordered, hoping the others could hear her over the ringing in their ears. “Fall back!” The barricade's original defenders stayed in place, firing wildly into the infected. Frays ripped off a burst, hurried over to the Humvee and banged on the roof with her non-firing hand. “Fall back! Would you fall back already?!”
The infected still closed the distance in spite of the heavy .50 caliber rounds chewing the blacktop to bits all around them. Lacey ran to the edge of the river and leaped into the water, hugging his demo kit to his chest. “Oh, Jesus Christ! Lacey!” Amy screamed, spraying the crowd on the bridge before sprinting over to try and see what the Marine was doing. “Lacey!
Amy left the Emergency Operations Center and swiped an ammo can filled with loaded M 4 magazines from supply before hurrying back to the medics. Luckily, Lacey pulled the Five Ton up to the medic's tent as she walked up and Eamon was just coming out of the big canvas tent. “Lacey, get down here.” Amy said, waving for the man to join them on the ground.
The Marine threw open the door and hopped down. “What's up?” He looked nervous, excited and scared all at the same time. “We gonna see some action?”
Amy snorted. She had seen enough action for today but they still had a job to do. “Dunno.” she said as she unfolded her map and spread it on the ground to show the two men. “This circle is us.” Frays traced a circle with her index finger. “This dot is Checkpoint Eight and they need reinforcements. We've been tapped.” She gave the EMT a small, apologetic smile. “Sorry, buddy but it looks like you've been drafted.” Frays pointed at the little red grease dot an inch and a half away from the circle. She pointed to Eamon. “I want you up front with me, same as before. Lacey, you're in the back. I'm gonna be haulin' so hold on tight. When we stop I want everybody locked and loaded, ready to kick butt, right?”
Amy tore through the streets, the big Detroit diesel engine belching gray smoke as she swerved to avoid a stalled car or hopped the curb and drove on the sidewalk. Frays struck a mailbox, sending a flurry of letters all over the place. Eamon whooped and pounded on the dashboard, clearly enjoying the ride as he shouted directions over the roar of the vehicle. The heavy ripping thump of a heavy machine gun played back beat to the popping noises of an M4 being fired on full auto as they got closer to the checkpoint.
The Five Ton lurched to a halt, its air brakes squealing like a stuck pig when Frays smashed the pedal to the floor of the cab. “Come on!” she cried as she opened her door and jumped to the ground. The three of them ran to a makeshift barricade formed by two stalled vehicles placed end to end across the bridge. The two soldiers manning the checkpoint parked their Humvee perpendicular to the barricade, one of them firing the vehicle's crew served weapon into a crowd of people and a small group of dogs while the other fired his M4.
Amy was horrified by the sight until she took a second look at the people attempting to cross the bridge. It was obvious that they were diseased and several of them sported what should have been fatal wounds though they were still on their feet. The dogs yelped, barking as they charged forward. Amy flicked the selector lever on her M4 to all the way around and snapped the weapon to her shoulder, triggering a burst.
The lead group of dogs collapsed, riddled with bullets as Amy advanced to the barricade. Their weapons joined the chorus, though their fire seemed to have little effect. The crowd moaned and groaned as they stumbled forward. Amy fired her weapon dry, pushed the M4's magazine release and reloaded with a fresh magazine from her LCS then slapped the weapon’s bolt catch with the palm of her hand. Still the infected kept coming, the closest of them now less than ten meters from the barricade.
“Fall back!” she ordered, hoping the others could hear her over the ringing in their ears. “Fall back!” The barricade's original defenders stayed in place, firing wildly into the infected. Frays ripped off a burst, hurried over to the Humvee and banged on the roof with her non-firing hand. “Fall back! Would you fall back already?!”
The infected still closed the distance in spite of the heavy .50 caliber rounds chewing the blacktop to bits all around them. Lacey ran to the edge of the river and leaped into the water, hugging his demo kit to his chest. “Oh, Jesus Christ! Lacey!” Amy screamed, spraying the crowd on the bridge before sprinting over to try and see what the Marine was doing. “Lacey!
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