Runa cut through one infected after another, leaving severed limbs and mutilated corpses in her wake. Yet, they never stopped coming, their numbers never dwindled, and she was getting tired. Out of breath, she drove her blade through the skull of another walker, before kicking its lifeless body back into the oncoming crowd in an attempt to slow them down. She staggered back for a moment and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she tried to catch her breath. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a howler step out from the crowd and let out a howl that wasn’t helping her already pounding head. “Oh fuck off!” Runa said as she quickly drew her sidearm and put a round through its head, cutting it off mid howl. She was starting to think that the defense was hopeless until she saw one of the behemoths get turned into ground beef by a fifty cal. Then another truck pulled through the gate and a flashbang stunned a good portion of the horde and drew the attention of most of the walkers coming at her, which gave her a well needed break.
A moment later she heard Zeke call her and Andi over, so she hacked down a couple of walkers at the front of the group rushing her, hoping to slow them down even more, before running over to Zeke. Before she got to him he had stripped off most of his gear and ran off, hollering like a madman and holding a grenade with the words ‘White Phosphorus’ written on it. She grinned as Zeke led the infected away with his canister of handheld hellfire, “He may just be crazier than I am,” She said as she stopped in her tracks. She watched as Zeke led a good portion of the horde and the behemoth to another corner of the base before basically shoving the Willy Pete down the behemoths throat. It beast went down in a spectacular display of white hot death, engulfing several of the smaller infected in the flames. There was still a good amount of undead surrounding Zeke’s position under a Humvee. She glanced over as several others began clearing them in an attempt to rescue Zeke, and decided it’d be better to contribute instead of standing around gawking at the pretty lights.
Runs dashed forward towards the horde, as sniper fire dropped walkers here and there. She spotter her opening, three walkers who were focused on the nearby pilots. She ran full speed at the nearest one, dropping to a baseball slide and taking it’s leg out from under it with her sword. She quickly got to her feet, taking a defensive stance as the others took notice of her. They both came at her at the same time, and she sidestepped one while slashing her blade at the throat of the other, removing its head. Using the momentum of her swing she spun and slashed across the back of the other, severing it’s spine and disabling it. From there she continued to slash her way through the horde towards Zeke’s position.
Martin and Brady fought their way throughout the defenses in search of a corpsman, but they couldn’t find any that weren’t already preoccupied with other wounded soldiers. So they decided to return to where they had left the injured Marine. Along the way they noticed another truck pull up, and out flew a very familiar looking grenade. “Close your eyes now.” He said to Brady as he averted his eyes from the flash bang. He waited for bang, before returning his gaze to the vehicle as a woman in full tactical gear stepped out, FBI in white on her vest, and proceeded to gun down the temporarily blinded zombies along with a couple of other soldiers. He watched for a moment before continuing on his way with Brady in tow.
By the time they got back the whole scene had changed, the Marine was nowhere to be seen, and instead a woman sat with her knees pulled close, and next to her was a dead soldier. Around her were the corpses of several of the undead, and more were making there way towards her. He gave one quick glance at Brady, pointed to the approaching undead before breaking into a sprint towards the woman. Brady dashed towards the group of infected, loading a few more shells into his shotgun and pumping it before putting right against the head of the nearest zombie a pulling the trigger.
As Martin neared the woman he noticed that the dead soldier was apparently not so dead, as he began to stir. He, no it, got to it’s feet as Martin reached her, and he placed himself between the freshly risen soldier and the woman. It lunged at Martin, grabbing his shoulder and attempting to take a bite out of him. Martin shoved the stock of his rifle into the creature’s chest, knocking it back long enough for him to drive its stock into it’s face. The undead soldier stumbled backward and fell against the wall. Martin placed the barrel of his rifle right between the zombies eyes and fired, blowing bits of skull and brain against the wall. He glanced over at Brady, who seemed to be handling himself just fine as he blasted another zombies head into pieces. Martin turned to the woman and took a knee in front of her, quickly looking her over for any injuries “You okay ma’am? If you need to rest we should get you somewhere safer.” He said, his expression softening into a more friendly one. He’d had plenty of experience talking to people in emotional and physical distress, being calm and friendly usually helped.
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