Hell Jumpers Parts 1-3 (edited)
Warning. Though this story contains no sexual content of any kind, it is rather graphic and those of you who don't have the stomach may want to go elsewhere.
Chapter one
Andrew was sitting on one of the seats of the Black Hawk, headset on. Andrew Morrie was a Lieutenant, a recent graduate from an ROTC scholarship. He was a young Falcon, with greyish white feathers. He wore the standard chamo uniform. Helmet, boots, fatigues, the whole nine yards. They were flying over a couple of some low mountains at the moment. Andrews eyes were sharp, and he saw something shine in the tree line. He thought it might have been a Harley Motorcycle, parked on top of one of the mountains. He didn't really think twice about it though.
He was to excited. It had been a couple of hours earlier when they had been woken up, shouted at and been told to dress for the field. They were then lined up, Andrew included, and gone running into the armory. They picked up there weapons, marched out to the airfield, and been packed into Black Hawks. There Andrew had been briefed on what was going on. He might have been new to the army, just out of training, but he was an ROTC scholar. That meant he was in charge of his own squad. He had eight guys under him. His squad was there for support mostly, rescue operations. If one of the squads went missing or they needed medical evacuations, his squad were the ones to do it. The hardcore fighting was left up to the other squads, who would touch down while they waited in the air.
Even though they were mostly medical personal, they were still front line infantry. He had four assault specialists with M16 automatic rifles, two support gunners with SAWs, a technical support agent to set up communications, and a sniper who had a m24 sniper rifle. Andrew was medical personal and assault, but he always carried a longer barrled and heavier M16 with a scope. He was the best marksmen in his platoon, and almost never missed. He was even considering becoming a scout sniper after his service in the infantry.
"Alright, listen up!" yelled Andrew. "Apparently there are some riots going on in some city in Utah, called 'Salt Lake'. No one knows whats caused all of the ruckus, but we're here to find out! Our job is to stay back and wait for further instructions from the ground forces. If they need any assistance of medical evactuations, we'll touch down and do our part. Remember, we're going into a US city, so watch your targets!" he yelled over the sounds of the Black Hawk.
"Sir, over there!" yelled one of the privates, who pointed out the open door into the distance. Andrew looked, and saw a large city. Andrew looked at the city. From this distance, it looked so peaceful. As they closed in though it became overwhealmingly clear that this was not the case. Smoke was filling the air, and the ground was littered with abandoned and crashed veichles. However, something caught Andrews attention early on. They had been told there were riots, but the streets were deserted.
The city was still. The Black Hawks started hovering over the city like bees over an open field. Andrew watched as a couple of Black Hawks touched down. Soldiers spread out, securing the area. The Black Hawks would then rise back up, going to watch the area from the sky. Already the Black Hawks were taking routes, preparing to give air cover if nesecary. A question was staring to creep up Andrews spine. Would civilians attack US soldiers? If they did, would they really have to return fire? These questions and more filled his mind, sending a sick feeling to his stomach as they began doing there routes over the city.
It was about 15 minutes later. All the Black Hawks had released the soldiers onto the ground, and reports of crashed veichles and scared civilians were filling the airwaves. At that moment, a call came over the airwaves, just for them. "Sir, some of the civilians attacked my men, we have six dead civilians confirmed, repeat, six dead civilians confirmed. We have one injury, a civilian bit one of my men. It's pretty bad, awaiting evac" said a voice of the one officers. Andrews stomach sank. Six dead civilians. Six dead American civilians. They had actually tried to attack a squad of armed men? Why would they even try such a thing? The Black Hawk shifted directions, heading towards the distress call.
About half way there, screams came over the radio, it was the same squad. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! WE NEED IMMEDIATE SUPPORT, REPEAT, WE NEED IMMEDIATE SUPPORT!" he yelled. It wasn't the officer that had been talking before, it sounded more like a panicking Private. Andrew and his squad sat there. All they could do was hope they got there in time. A minute later, Andrews Black Hawk came over the area the distressed squad had been. They weren't there any more, but shots were coming from a nearby building. Dozens of bodies litered the streets. Soldiers and civilians alike. It was still, and absolutely nothing was moving. Andrew stared in disbelief, trying to grasp that the situation was real.
"Ok, this is it!" yelled Andrew. The ropes dropped, and the soldiers dropped down, one by one. Andrew went last, hanging up his headphones carefully. He grabbed his gun, strapped it on tight, and slid down. He had done this plenty of times in training, but for some reason Andrew was still not used to it. The deafening sound of the helicopter rotors, the feel of weightlessness, the rope beneath his fingers.
Andrew hit the dirt hard. He took a second to get his barings, pulling up his gun and looking around. His squad was already securing the area. Gun shots came from what sounded like a couple of streets down. "Ok, on me, double time it! Keep it tight!" yelled Andrew. The Black Hawk above was deafening, sending strong currents down and kicking all the dirt around them up. The dirt smack
ed off his goggles, and he could barely see anything. It finally was rising back up into the air when they started down the street towards the direction of the gunshots. four streets down, they found what the others had been shooting at. Dozens, no, hundreds of civilians were around the building, smashing the windows and going through one of the broken down doors. Litered on the streets were a couple more dead soldiers leading up to the house, dozens of civilians lying around them. Flashes and the crackle of gunfire came from inside the house.
"Secure that building! Find any surviving soldiers and GET THEM OUT!" yelled Andrew, trying not to panic. He ran about eighty meters in front of the crowd. They looked angry. "STEP AWAY FROM THE BUILDING OR YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON!" yelled Andrew, who was now on a knee with his M16 up against his shoulder. As soon as he yelled, he regretted it. They all turned and looked at him.
They began running towards him and his squad madly. "Halt! Stop! Last warning!" yelled Andrew as they got closer. At about 60 yards, Andrew let off a couple of warning shots, hitting a few in the legs. They fell over and then got back up. At this, Andrew felt little choice. "Open fire!" yelled Andrew. His squad began firing, the roar of automatic weapons filling the air. The bullets tearing through the crowd and kicking up dirt, but many began getting back up.
Andrews eyes went wide. He aimed, shooting one in the head. It dropped and didn't get back up. The crowd was now only a mere 20 yards away. "Aim for the head!" yelled Andrew. He wasn't worried about the civilians at this point. 'Holy shit they move fast!' was the only thought that was going through his mind now. The squad began firing, and bodies dropped hitting the floor. There were to many. "Back up! Retreat!" yelled Andrew. Andrew could feel the grip on his M16 tightening.
They began to back up, but it was to late. Several of the civilians tackled three of his assault specialists to the ground, biting and hacking at them. Andrew couldn't bare to watch, retreating a couple of yards, taking a few shots to cover his men, and then backing up again while his squad covered him. The cry of automatic weapons was replaced with controled, silent bursts. 'tat tat tat'. They were still closing in on them.
At that moment, one of the Black Hawks came overhead. It spotted the squad and the mob. The sound of chain guns roared, and in an instant later the entire mob was just a pile of corpses on the ground. Andrew shook with fear.
The air had been filled with shouting, gunfire, yelling, and then silence... One of his men threw up on the side of the road. He couldn't blame him, he felt like doing the same thing right now. The smell of the dead engulfed the area, hundreds of dead and mashed bodies were lying on the ground now. "Alright, secure the building, asap, lets move out.." said Andrew.
Andrew checked his ammo. He had used up quite a bit, and they never knew if they would need more. He looked at some of his fallen men, and said relucantly "The bodies, get ammo". They began picking ammo relucantly off some of the fallen soldiers. They all knew each other, alot of them had been to basic training with these men, gone to advanced training with them. And then in an instant, they were gone.
Several of the soldiers surrounded the front door of the building, then rushed in. Andrew followed up, walking into the building last. Several men began shouting. "Clear!" came a voice, several replying the same. Four of them rushed upstairs.
"Lieutenant! Come here!" yelled one of the privates. Andrew rushed upstairs. Several soldiers (not of his squad) were on the ground, dead. At least a half a dozen civilians lie on the ground with them. One of them was up against the wall, bleeding from the stomach. He was completely pale, and Andrew thought for sure he was dead. But he was still blinking, still looking around.
He rushed over, looking at the mans stomach. He could tell it was to late for him. He had lost to much blood, received to many wounds. But that wasn't about to stop him from trying. Andrew yelled to one of the privates and he brought over a medical bag. The dying soldier, a hairy boar, looked at him. "Let..me...die...." he said. Andrew closed his eyes and put his hand over his own eyes, rubbing his eyelids. He knew that the man was going to die, within the next few minutes. Should he put him out of it? Should he help him?
"Please....don't let me...end up like them...." he said, looking at one of the civilians on the ground, apparently the one that had done this to him. At that moment, the boar took a few deep, sputtered and hacking breaths, then stopped. He passed away right there in front of Andrew..Andrew sat there, staring at him.
He put his hand over the boars eyes, closing them. Andrew stood up, looking around at the brutal scene in around them. They had failed this squad. They had shown up to late. He went over to the window and looked outside. The bodies were scattered outside, hundreds of them. What the hell was going on? What did he mean, "don't let me end up like them"? "Private Kyle" said Andrew calmly. "Yes sir?" said there technical support agent, an orange haired fox. "Set up communications with base, give them our cooridinates, and tell them we need immediate evac. Tell them to bring two helicopters.." said Andrew. "Two helicopters sir?" asked the fox, a puzzled look on his face. "We need one for the other squad, they're going home to.." said Andrew, looking outside. The fox stood there, stunned for a moment. "Sir" he said, setting his radio up in the living room downstairs.
"The rest of you, secure the perimiter, check the bodies for ammo" instructed Andrew. They all began searching bodies and set up camp. The air smelled putrid, stale. The smell of death was in the air..
Chapter two
Andrew watched as his men picked up and dragged the bodies of there fallen bretheren into the kitchen downstairs, wrapping each one of them up in a blanket, sheet, carpet, whatever they could find. They had found the three assault specialists they had lost, and most of the other squad after about 10 minutes. However, some of them had been completely liquified by the chain guns, and his men refused to pick them up. They did take their dog tags, however, washing them off in the kitchen sink (which was still on and working).
Andrew didn't do any of the work. That's not what officers do, officers lead, and he supervised everything, pointing and giving orders the entire time. He was already feeling tired however, physically and mentally.
"Lieutenant Morrie" said Private Kyle, who was standing at attention, a salute resting on his brow. "What is it, Private?" asked Andrew, turning away from what he had been doing. "Sir, the Black Hawks will be here in a few minutes, but there are two problems" said the Private. "And what is that?" asked Andrew. "Sir, base says that at the moment, rescources are limited. They can only send one helicopter for us, sir" said Private Kyle.
Andrew stood there in disbelief. They were going to leave the bodies of these brave furries lying on the street, baking in the sun? Andrews first reaction was to yell at the Private, but he knew that it wasn't his decision, it was commands. He took a deep breath, trying to get his calm back.
"What's the other problem?" asked Andrew. "Sir, command said we're to be dropped off immediantly on the other side of town" replied Private Kyle.
A few minutes later, the Black Hawk touched down. Dirt and air kicked up from the ground, the clothes of the dead flapping in the wind. Andrew started to get into one, then looked back at the house. They had grabbed all the dog tags, but he still didn't feel right leaving them there. He closed his eyes and got into the helicopter.
He had strongly considered of course putting the bodies in this copter and going on foot to the other part of town, but they had already had three losses. If it hadn't been for the helicopter, they would have all died. He knew that going to the other side of town was stupid and irrational, and that it would cost him his life and the lives of his men.
He walked over behind the pilot, sitting down and putting the headphones on. "Command, this is Lieutenant Andrews, reporting for further orders" said Andrew into the mic. "Lieutenant Andrews, another one of our squads has gone quiet. We haven't heard from them in over and hour, and last we heard there were only two survivors left in there squad. Locate them and provide them with whatever assistance possible" said command.
Andrews sat back, resting his head against the seat of the Black Hawk. He was exausted, and in a few minutes they would be in another part of this hell hole. He got back onto the mic and contacted command. "Command, Lieutenant Andrews. We had some cassualties at our previous location. Requesting air support for immediate evac of there bodies" said Andrew. That probably wasn't the way to call in morgue duty, but he was suprised they had to call it in the first place.
He was angry with them. For sending that squad into there death, for sending him in there, and costing three of his men their lives, for even considering leaving those brave furries behind. "Negative Lieutenant, we don't have the rescources to send-" started command, before Andrew cut him off. "Do you not understand? These men are DEAD, send them an evac so we don't leave their corpses on the street to bake!" replied Andrew.
His temper had finally gotten the better of him. "Get ahold of yourself Lieutenant. If we send a helicopter to get them out, that's one less helicopter that's going to be helping one ofour living squads stay alive" replied Command calmly.
Andrew thought about it for a second, going quiet. Command was right. It would be wrong to endanger more mens lives for the corpses, just like it would be wrong for them to run to the other side of town on foot.
Andrew stood up, hanging up the headset quickly. Andrew ducked down in the door, right hand against the hand guard outside of the door, pointing at the house and yelling to Private Kyle. "Go in and get the bodies, we're taking them out of here with us!" yelled Andrew over the sound of the helicopter. Kyle looked at him with astonishment. "With us, sir?!" he yelled. "Yes, with us! We don't leave a man behind, that's an order Private!" yelled Andrew. The Private nodded, all of the men following after him.
After a few minutes they had all the bodies in the Black Hawk. They took off, heading for the other side of town. The stench was unbearable. The bodies had all been sitting out for over half an hour. Most of the men had something over there nose and mouth, trying to ignore the unpleasant sight and smell.
Andrew went to sit next to Kyle, who had been staring at the bodies ever since they had dragged them in. "You ok, Private?" asked Andrew. "Yes sir, it's just, we could have all ended up like that, you know? Kind of makes you wonder why it was them and not us.." said the Fox, looking down at his feet. Andrew had been thinking that also. It could have been any three of them wrapped in a bedsheet right now. Instead it had been those three that had lost there lives.
One of the bodies began moving. "Sir, one of thems still alive!" yelled one of his heavy assault specialists. He ran over to the body, uncovering it. As he did, the once dead soldier jumped up, lunging at him. He jumped on him, and the Private panicked, standing up quickly. It was completely attached to him and wouldn't let go. It bit his neck, and together they both fell out of the open door, hitting the street below. A swarm came out, sharing in the tenderized meal.
Several of the men looked out over the edge, yelling for the pilot to turn back. Several more of the dead soldiers began to move, jumping out of the sheets and blankets. Within seconds the entire aircraft was shrouded in chaos. One of the Privates pulled out a pistol, firing several rounds at one that was biting his arm. One of the rounds hit the pilot in the back of the head, and the helicopter began to spiral out of control towards the ground.
"HOLD ON!" yelled Andrew over the sirens that had started going off. The sound of the helicopter had changed from a fast whirring to a slow chug. They spun, and several of the soldiers, both living and dead, went flying out the open door to the ground. One grabbed onto the rail, a zombie grabbing onto his legs. The Private (the squad sniper) began kicking the undead soldier in the face. He lost his grip, and together he and the zombie went flying out onto the pavement.
The helicopter finally hit the pavement after what seemed like hours to Andrew and Kyle, but had in reality been less then a minute. Andrew and Kyle had been the only ones to secure themselves and strap on there seatbelts. Most of the soldiers had already gone flying out the open door.
The pilot was dead, his head smashed clean into the controls of the helicopter. Andrew and Kyle had both gone unconcious, and Andrew woke up with a splitting headach a minute later.
He felt like his head was going to split clean in two. Kyle was shaking him. "Wake up sir, we gotta get the hell out of here, the front of the helicopter's on fire!" yelled the Private. Andrew shook himself awake. The belt around him was stuck, and he had to cut it with his bowie knife to get out. They climbed out of the crashed aircraft together, grabbing there weapons as they left.
It wasn't till they got out that Andrew realised how messed up his leg was. He gasped in pain as soon as they stepped outside. He looked at the backside of his right leg. There was a giant piece of shrapnel in it from the crash, and blood was covering the back of his fatigues They didn't have time to deal with that right now though. Already dozens of zombies were running out from alley ways and buildings to investigate the crash.
"Come on, we gotta go!" yelled Kyle. They passed by the squad sniper, and though Andrew felt somewhat awkward about it, he picked up the sniper rifle, cutting off the mans belt and taking all his ammo. "Sir we don't have time, come on!" yelled the Private.
Andrew started to move, but the sniper grabbed his foot. Andrew stared down at him. Kyle didn't notice, he had started shooting. The snipers spine was broken, his rib cage shattered, his arms and legs broken. He spoke in a low whisper that Andrew couldn't discern. "Sir, we've gotta go! NOW!" yelled Kyle, who didn't hadn't noticed the sniper was alive. Andrew stared in horror, following after Private Kyle. There was nothing he could've done, except for maybe put him out of his misery. He ran, one weapon in each arm, a belt wrapped over his left, dangling as they ran.
The two of them turned down an alley. They couldn't go down the street, the things were just everywhere. Every once in a while Kyle would tell Andrew to go ahead, and Andrew would hear a few shots go off. He was always relieved when he heard Kyles footsteps behind him again.
The alley turned to the right, and they ended up back on thestreet. They were starting to get swarmed, when a husky waved them over. He was apparently holding out in a diner across the street. Seeing no other options, the two across the street. Gunshots began going off from the windows, knocking down countless numbers undead behind them.
The door was unlatched, and the two of them were grabbed and dragged in before they could even respond. No sooner did they adjust to the change in lighting that they had a pistol shoved into each of there faces.
Chapter three
Andrew and Kyle kept there hands up in the air. 'If these guys were going to kill us they would've done it already' thought Andrew. He really didn't blame them for being cautious though, after what had happened in the helicopter... "Checkm" said the Husky that had waved them in. Two more guys came over, checking Andrew and Kyle for bite marks. They didn't find bite marks, but they did find the large chunk of metal sticking out the back of Andrews leg.
"Sir, this ones injured" said a particularly large rhino. He stood about seven feet tall, and had a small mane of black hair starting from the front of his head and going down to his back (a short, flat mohawk). He wore a large leather trenchcoat with a white muscle shirt and leather jeans. On the back of the jacket was written "Charging Rhinos". It couldn't have been any more obvoius the Rhino was in a motorcycle gang.He had a ten gauge shotgun strapped to his back. Scarier then the gun (suprisingly) was the giant metal sledge hammer in his hands. The handle was at least five feet long, and theactual metal hammer head was stained with blood. He currently had his arm on top of it, almost like an arm rest.
"Is he bitten?" asked the Husky. "No sir, it looks like a chunk of metal is in the back of his leg" said the Rhino. At this, he spit, hitting the bottom of the tin can next to him like a bullet (he had been spitting on the floor, but the Husky had gotten mad at him and made him use a can).
"Well then, patch him up" said the Husky. At this, Andrew relaxed, until the Rhino grinned, cracking his large knuckles. Andrew panicked. "NO, that's ok! I'll get it myself. Do you have a bathroom I can use?" asked Andrew. The Rhino didn't look like he had a "gentle touch". "Yeah, I'll show you, it's right over there. But your friend needs to stay out here. We need all the guns we can get right now" said the Husky.
The two of them went into the bathroom, which was suprisingly clean. He grasped the metal handle of the bathroom sink, pushing up. The sink came on in a calm stream, and the familiar whisper of water came from it. Andrew examined the wound carefully. Thankfully it hadn't hit any arteries or anything major, but it was bleeding.
The adrenaline from the crash was fading, and he became sick to his stomach, his vision growing hazy. It was obvious he was going into shock. He sat down, grabbing ahold of it. The piece of metal was about the size of his palm, and half of it was sitting in the back of his right leg. He clenched his teeth, breathing heavily. He pulled firmly, but he didn't jerk on it.The chunk came came out and he screamed in agony, blood now pouring from the wound. The husky already had a bandage, and was starting to wrap the wound up. "No, get water first" he said. The Husky grabbed a glass from next to the sink, handing it to Andrew. Andrew poured it on. He was on the verge of throwing up.
The floor was now a shiny shade of crimson from the water and his own blood. The Husky continued trying to wrap it, but he wasn't wrapping it tight enough. Andrew grabbed the bandage.
"No, you gotta wrap it up tighter, or it won't stop the bleeding" said Andrew, undoing it and wrapping it up tightly (but not to tight). He finished, tying the end into a knot. "What are you, a doctor?" asked the Husky. "No, combat medic" replid Andrew, breathing heavily.
"I already knew that" said the Husky, eying the medic patch on Andrews right arm. "You got anything to help with the pain?" asked Andrew. In all of the confusion and wreckage, all of his medical supplies had been left at the crash site. "Fraid not, got alittle bit of whiskey if you want it" said the Husky. Andrew thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm good, thanks" said Andrew. "Suit yourself" said the Husky.
The Husky held his hand out to Andrew. "Names Joe Higgins, good to meet you" said the Husky. Andrew looked at his hand for a moment, then held his own bloodied hand out to Higgins.
"Andrew Morrie, Combat Medic. Our helicopter crashed down the street. Me and Kyle are the only ones that made it" he said to Higgins. "Joe Higgins, USMC seargant. Was seperated from my squad about an hour ago" he replied. Joe Higgins, that name sounded familiar...Wait, that was it! "Joe Higgins, you're the guy my squad was sent to find" said Andrew. Joe Higgins sat there for a moment. "I see, guess you're stuck here with us now huh?" said Higgins. "Yeah, guess we are. You really saved our asses though. Thanks.." replied Andrew.
Out in the main room in the diner, zombies were jumping at the windows, trying to break through the barricades. Things had been quiet at the diner, but ever since Andrew and Kyle had shown up, it had gotten noisy again.
Though a Private, Kyle was calmly taking shots. Since he only had so much ammo for his assault rifle, he had picked up a gun that the people in the diner had gotten ahold of. It was a cruddy .22 bolt action, which was why no one was using it. However, he had emptied quite a few rounds by now, and more then a dozen undead were on the ground outside the diner. They had hundreds of rounds for the thing, so he felt no remorse using up the ammo supplies.
"You're not half bad with that thing" said the Rhino, who was leaning against the front door. The Rhinos was to guard the only door in the diner. At least it was the only one that wasn't completely barricaded (though it had a large wooden beam going across it, along with four latches).
"Thanks" said Kyle, taking another shot, dropping another crazy. Kyle might have been a Private, but he was still a better shot then most of the people in here. There were about a dozen or so people in the diner, and all of them were armed with some kind of weapon. Probably raided a sports store of some kind, because most the guns looked brand new.
"So, what's the plan Seargant?" asked Andrew. They were still in the bathroom, and the steady sound of gunfire in the other room could be heard outside. "We sent three of our guys out about half an hour ago, but we haven't heard back from them. They're supposed to be finding someplace more secure for us to hide out in" said the Husky. Andrew thought for a moment. He stood up, grabbing his assault rifle. "We'll go find them" said Andrew. The Husky was suprised. "What about your leg?" asked Higgins. "It'll be fine, I can still walk" replied Andrew. Andrew walked out into the main room.
"Kyle, pack it up, we're leaving" said Andrew. Andrew didn't want to admit it, but he wasn't leaving just to find those three guys. They only had so much time in this place. He didn't care how well boarded up or armed they were, they were basically a ticking time bomb. Eventually enough of these things would gather up and overwhelm the place again..
"What? But it's safe here, and what about your leg?" said Kyle. "Don't worry about my leg. They sent three guys out half an hour ago to find a safer place to hide out. They haven't come back yet, so we're going to find them. By the way, need I remind you this is still a miliary operation?" said Andrew. "Sir" replied Kyle after a moment of hestition, who had almost forgoten about military protocol in all of the mess.
Higgins came walking out from the bathroom. "You've got guts, Andrew. I'll give you that. Rhatu" said Higgins, looking at the Rhino. "What is it boss?" said the Rhino. Andrew almost laughed. It was funny, seeing that giant mass call Higgins "boss".
"These two are going out to find Henry and Mark, go with them" said Higgins. The Rhino didn't hesitate. "Alright, finally! I get to bash some heads in!" said Rhatu excitedly. He turned around towards the front door, waiting for the others to get behind him.
Kyle began to put the .20 bolt action down. "Keep it" said Higgins, grabbing the barrel before it even left Kyles hands. "You'll need it" he said, pushing it firmly against Kyles chest. "Here, we found this at one of the stores we raided" he said, handing Handing Kyle two large belt pouches. "Take as much ammo as you can hold" said Higgins, walking over to Andrew. "You're both very brave, good luck" he said, holding his hand out to Andrew. Andrew grasped Higgin's hand, and couldn't help but let out a grin of pride.
Both Andrew and Kyle stepped behind the rhino. "You know which way they went?" asked Andrew. "Yeah, they're heading towards that hotel. It's about a mile away, I'll lead you right to it" said Rhatu. When all three of them were ready, Rhatu opened the door.
Immediantly the rhino went into a blood thirsty frenzy, running out towards a small horde of zombies. Even though he was on there side, Andrew and Kyle couldn't help but feel afraid. The zombies, which seemed like massive hulks, something that could tear you to shreds, endless in number, all of the sudden seemed like small leaves in the breeze. One swipe of the sledge hammer, and they were on the ground, dead. They started running down the street, the Rhino leading the way. Andrew and Kyle had finally started shooting, and zombies dropped leftand right. 'Tat, tat tat' went the two M16s, the guns keeping a steady tempo with each other.
They had probably been running for only a few minutes, when a Black Hawk flew overhead. Andrew went wide eyed. "Down here! HERE!" yelled Andrew, waving his arms in the air. 'They must have sent a rescue team' thought Andrew excitedly. The chain guns started up, and Andrews expression quickly changed. The chain guns ripped up bits of conrete around them, and all three of them dived into an alley way. 'They must have mistaken us for those creatures' thought Andrew.
The Black Hawk had gone in the direction of the Diner. Andrew climbed up onto the top of one of the buildings. He took out his sniper rifle, aiming his sites at the Diner. He could barely see it, but he could see the diner off in the distance (they had been running in the same direction ever since they had left). He watched through the scope. Four Black Hawks were tearing up anything that moved on the streets. Once the streets were clear, four squads of soldiers dropped down, rushing into the diner. He saw flashes, and a sickened feeling hit his stomach. Several furries ran out into the street, scurrying to get away from the soldiers. Gunshots came out from the diner, dropping most of them where they stood.
The Husky, Joe Higgins, walked out, looking around at the street and corpses. Soldiers were securing the streets, killing zombies and civilians alike. One of the furries was crawling away, and Higgins pulled out his revolver, calmly walking up to the downed furry. He opened the revolver, checked his ammo, closed the revolver, and calmly put two bullets into the back of the furries head. Andrew watched, horrified.
'Why?' was all that he could keep thinking, 'What the fuck are they doing!?'. "Andrew, what's going on? Did they get the survivors?" asked Kyle from below. The M21 suddenly felt heavy under his hands, and he lowered it down to the ground. "Yeah, they gotm alright...they killed them all" replied Andrew. Kyle rejoiced. "HAHA, they killed all the zombies!" yelled Kyle. "No, I mean, they killed everything, the survivors, the zombies, everything..." said Andrew, dropping into silence.
"Say what!?" yelled the Rhino. "We got to go back and help them!" he yelled. "No, if we do that they'll kill us to. They're killing all the everything. Don't you remember how they just shot at us?" said Andrew. He felt like he was going to be sick. They were killing anything that moved now. They wouldn't be able to call evac, support, backup, information. Nothing. They were on there own now. On top of that, the military (if they saw them) would probably shoot on sight. Andrew wanted to scream and throw a fit, but he knew it would just attract more crazies.
Andrew climbed down the ladder. "Come on, we got to get to that hotel" said Andrew. Right as he said that, the same Black Hawk flew overhead again, apparently looking for them. The three of them rushed into a nearby building, hiding.