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Stop!”
Lacey swam to the nearest pylon supporting the bridge and set about strapping a large brick of plastic explosive to the grimy cement pillar. Amy saw what the man was doing and ran to the Five Ton. “Cover me, Eamon!” she shouted as she leaped up onto the cab, frantically digging through the vehicle's contents. “There's gotta be a rope or something in here somewhere!”
Eamon's weapon boomed. “What?”
“He's gonna blow the bridge!” Amy shouted over her shoulder. “Crap!” Frays jumped down and sprinted to the back of the truck, madly climbed into the bed and started searching. By some miracle she found a large ball of discarded 550 cord forgotten under one of the vehicle's bench seats.
A handful of the infected were now a stone's throw from the barricade. Amy raised her weapon to fire, but the two soldiers were in the way. She shook her head angrily and ran to the water's edge, tying a loop in one end of the thin cord as she went. Lacey had finished with whatever he was doing, which was good because some of the infected took notice. They walked off the edge of the bridge and fell into the water, where they promptly seemed to sink to the bottom.
Frays threw the loop down to the Marine. “Put it around you under your arms!” she shouted while pantomiming the action. When he was secure in the loop Amy ran back to the truck and tied the other end around the front bumper of the Five Ton.
“Eamon!” Amy shouted to the EMT “Get in the truck and back it up when I say!” Thankfully, the man heard her and was scrambling into the driver's seat by the time she returned to the water's edge.
Amy wrapped the 550 cord around the Five Ton's bumper and tied it off as fast as she could and ran back to where the Marine was frantically trying to scramble up the cement retaining wall. Frays picked up the 550 cord in one hand to keep it from fraying while waving for Eamon to back up the Five Ton. The vehicle's diesel engine roared as the EMT slammed it's transmission into reverse and smashed the accelerator to the floor. Lacey flew over the edge of the retaining wall like a very surprised camo clad jack in the box. Amy screamed as the thin cord quickly cut through her gloves and into her hands, leaving an angry red mark on her palms.
Amy barely dodged the amazing flying Marine and chased him down, hissing and flapping her hands as she went. Eamon dragged the man along the ground before bringing the Five Ton to a stop. Amy stooped and helped Lacey loosen the thin rope around his chest. The guns of the two soldiers on the bridge started to fall silent.
Frays looked on in horror as the infected on the bridge closed on the barricade, started to climb over it. The soldier manning the .50 cal started swinging the red hot barrel of the machine gun back and forth, attempting to ward them off as two of them dragged the other soldier down.
“Oh, God!” Amy whispered, bile tickling the back of her throat. The two men screamed as Frays snapped her M4 up to her shoulder and ripped off a burst at the infected crawling over one another to get at the soldier sticking out of the Humvee's cupola. Eamon's weapon boomed behind her, taking the head clean off one of the infected attacking the soldier on the ground.
The infected lay strewn like discarded puppets across the bridge, on the barricade, across the hood and roof of the Humvee. It seemed eerily silent after the gunfire, the terror. Amy slowly lowered her rifle and flicked its safety back on. All at once she felt like someone had tried to pull the blacktop out from under her feet as the concussion of the blast smashed into her chest. A cloud of dust and water vapor flew in the air, the blacktop cracked as the bridge sank into the river.
Frays spared a glance at Lacey and said “That was amazing, but please don’t do anything that again. Your wife seems like a really nice lady and I’d hate to have to explain to her why I let her husband blow himself to tiny little
Lacey swam to the nearest pylon supporting the bridge and set about strapping a large brick of plastic explosive to the grimy cement pillar. Amy saw what the man was doing and ran to the Five Ton. “Cover me, Eamon!” she shouted as she leaped up onto the cab, frantically digging through the vehicle's contents. “There's gotta be a rope or something in here somewhere!”
Eamon's weapon boomed. “What?”
“He's gonna blow the bridge!” Amy shouted over her shoulder. “Crap!” Frays jumped down and sprinted to the back of the truck, madly climbed into the bed and started searching. By some miracle she found a large ball of discarded 550 cord forgotten under one of the vehicle's bench seats.
A handful of the infected were now a stone's throw from the barricade. Amy raised her weapon to fire, but the two soldiers were in the way. She shook her head angrily and ran to the water's edge, tying a loop in one end of the thin cord as she went. Lacey had finished with whatever he was doing, which was good because some of the infected took notice. They walked off the edge of the bridge and fell into the water, where they promptly seemed to sink to the bottom.
Frays threw the loop down to the Marine. “Put it around you under your arms!” she shouted while pantomiming the action. When he was secure in the loop Amy ran back to the truck and tied the other end around the front bumper of the Five Ton.
“Eamon!” Amy shouted to the EMT “Get in the truck and back it up when I say!” Thankfully, the man heard her and was scrambling into the driver's seat by the time she returned to the water's edge.
Amy wrapped the 550 cord around the Five Ton's bumper and tied it off as fast as she could and ran back to where the Marine was frantically trying to scramble up the cement retaining wall. Frays picked up the 550 cord in one hand to keep it from fraying while waving for Eamon to back up the Five Ton. The vehicle's diesel engine roared as the EMT slammed it's transmission into reverse and smashed the accelerator to the floor. Lacey flew over the edge of the retaining wall like a very surprised camo clad jack in the box. Amy screamed as the thin cord quickly cut through her gloves and into her hands, leaving an angry red mark on her palms.
Amy barely dodged the amazing flying Marine and chased him down, hissing and flapping her hands as she went. Eamon dragged the man along the ground before bringing the Five Ton to a stop. Amy stooped and helped Lacey loosen the thin rope around his chest. The guns of the two soldiers on the bridge started to fall silent.
Frays looked on in horror as the infected on the bridge closed on the barricade, started to climb over it. The soldier manning the .50 cal started swinging the red hot barrel of the machine gun back and forth, attempting to ward them off as two of them dragged the other soldier down.
“Oh, God!” Amy whispered, bile tickling the back of her throat. The two men screamed as Frays snapped her M4 up to her shoulder and ripped off a burst at the infected crawling over one another to get at the soldier sticking out of the Humvee's cupola. Eamon's weapon boomed behind her, taking the head clean off one of the infected attacking the soldier on the ground.
The infected lay strewn like discarded puppets across the bridge, on the barricade, across the hood and roof of the Humvee. It seemed eerily silent after the gunfire, the terror. Amy slowly lowered her rifle and flicked its safety back on. All at once she felt like someone had tried to pull the blacktop out from under her feet as the concussion of the blast smashed into her chest. A cloud of dust and water vapor flew in the air, the blacktop cracked as the bridge sank into the river.
Frays spared a glance at Lacey and said “That was amazing, but please don’t do anything that again. Your wife seems like a really nice lady and I’d hate to have to explain to her why I let her husband blow himself to tiny little
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