"Add one." The man whispered to his comrade as the body dropped to the ground. A .308 caliber round had just passed neatly through its forehead.
"We've got one to the right. Looks like a live one." The second said.
The first swung his rifle slightly and gazed at the target in his scope. An older woman was running down the street as she was pursued by two of what the government had deemed "Infected."
The shooter adjusted his aim and squeezed off two rounds in quick succession. Both Infected hit the ground, their brains just a red mist in the air that quickly disappeared. The shooter smirked slightly. He turned to watch the woman turn to see the two bodies. Then, in a blur, she disappeared from his scope.
Looking up, he saw her on the ground being torn apart by another one. "Goddammit. We try to save them, but they just keep fucking coming!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone.
"Not your fault, man. No one saw this coming. Oh, may as well drop both of them before both get up."
The shooter aimed, then fired twice quickly, once again, killing the Infected that had attacked, and putting a round through the woman's corpse's head.
He looked up from his scope and dropped the magazine from the Heckler and Koch PSG-1 sniper rifle he was using. He loaded another one. The roof of the convenience store he and his spotter were both currently laying prone on was barren except for a small pile of .308 casings nearby.
"So Reaper, uh, when was that chopper supposed to come get us?" The spotter asked.
"Well, Griff, I think we were supposed to call it when we had mopped up this sector. Unfortunately, that could take a little while longer than," He fired a round, dropping another Infected, "Previously expected." He finished.
He looked up from his rifle sight once more and looked around. The area was now totally empty, apart from the field of dead bodies laying on the pavement. Reaper looked around the area, getting a better sense of where they were exactly.
He could see the city in the distance, its skyscrapers rising into the clouds. Or was that smoke? It was hard to tell now. His earpiece gave a short crackle.
"Reaper, Griffin, you two still out there?" A voice asked.
Reaper pressed the PTT button on his shoulder. "Roger that. We're still here. Area is clear to the eye. Possibly a few left in the buildings. Unknown at this time."
"Gotcha, Reaper. Pick up is in bound. ETA, four minutes. Get to the evac zone and wait there." The voice told him.
"Roger. Heading there now." Reaper stood up. He slung the PSG-1 over his shoulder and picked up an M4 off the roof. Griffin stood also, loading his own M4. The two helped each other off the roof, Reaper laying belly down at the edge and swinging Griffin down. Griffin then stood there as Reaper stood on his shoulders and jumped down.
They were doing everything possible not to injure themselves in any way. They needed to be at the top of their game now. The infection had spread. Quickly. It was now an epidemic, but teams had been dispatched to every area and seemed to be dealing rather well. At least, that's what they were told.
Reaper and Griffin moved swiftly to the corner across the street and knelt back to back, their rifles aimed and ready, as they watched for their ride and any potential threats. They sat there for almost five minutes, moving only to change their view.
Finally the radio crackled again. "Reaper? Griffin?" The voice asked again.
"This is Griffin. Go ahead."
"We've got bad news. Your ride just ran into major resistance. Big crowd of Infected. Possibly one hundred to a hundred and twenty. They had to turn back."
Griffin looked at Reaper, then pressed his PTT button. "Well, what about aerial evac?"
"Negative. That's not gonna happen. All choppers are otherwise engaged."
"Dude, this isn't good." Reaper said from behind Griffin, who turned to look. They saw truck slide around the corner and come racing towards them. Behind it, a small crowd of ten or fifteen infected were dashing after it.
The truck stopped right beside the two soldiers and the door opened. A younger man got out and looked at them. "You're army guys, right? You have to help me! Those things are after me! They bit my arm, here, see? I need like, a doctor or something!" He begged.
Reaper looked at Griffin, who returned the look. A sharp crack later, the two were in the truck and driving down the street at a high speed. "Well Ray, we've got ourselves our own ride. No need to worry about us now." Griffin said into his radio as he sat in the window of the truck, aiming with his rifle in case any Infected came near.
"Ray, can you give us directions outta here? We're lost in suburbia." Reaper asked over the radio as he slowed at an intersection that looked slightly familiar.
"Well, from your position, I'm gonna say that you should turn ri- Oh my god!" There was a sound of scuffling over the radio, as well as some moaning.
"Everyone! Do not return to the base! We've been overrun!" Ray yelled into the radio finally as gunfire erupted in the background. "I repeat! Do not return to base!"
"Well shit, that puts a crimp in our plans, don't it?" Griffin said as he slid back into the truck.
"Indeed it does, Griff... Indeed it does." Reaper said as he slammed on the brakes and made a tight turn down a street.
"Do you even know where we're going?" His comrade asked.
"Yup. I remember seeing this street when we were flying over. It leads back towards the city."
"I thought we didn't want to go back there? Remember those big crowds of Infected? Yeah, those. They wanna eat us." He said, as if explaining the situation to someone that was just coming into the picture.
"I know. But there's no way I'm sticking out here. Plus our base is just a forward operating post. We'll head for Fort Bragg or something."
"Dude, that's like, 200 miles away."
"I know. Hang on!" Reaper shouted as he hit the brakes. In front of them, several cars blocked the road and there were several zombies. "Think we can run it?" He asked.
Griffin shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno, this little truck doesn't seem solid enough to run through those cars all too easily."
Reaper gave no answer. Instead, he floored the gas, spinning the tires and heading towards the barricade. The Infected looked up and immediately started quickly towards the truck that was bearing down on them.
"You know what I'm thinking?" Reaper asked. Griffin just smiled and nodded. He aimed out the window and fired two rounds, taking out one of the Infected's knees, causing it to drop to its hands.
Pulling the hand brake, Reaper swung out the rear end of the truck. The rear end clipped the Infected's head hard, knocking it clean off. As Reaper stepped on the gas again, Griffin resumed firing at the other Infected.
The truck spun around the barricade and kept on its original course. Reaper tried the radio, but what turned on was a CD. A bubblegum pop song began playing and the soldier glared at the CD player. Griffin looked over at him, watching what his comrade was going to do.
As the truck turned a corner sharply, a CD flew out the open driver's window and stuck in the chest of one of the Infected that was slowly trying to scuffle towards the truck.
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Well, I hope you like this one. I've been wanting to write a DOTD fic for a while now. Let's hope I can keep your interests with this one. Next update coming soon.
WEAPONRY
PSG-1: A magazine-fed, .308 caliber sniper rifle. Made by Heckler and Koch (H&K) of Germany, this rifle is highly accurate. It is used by miltary and police units in several countries.
M4: A magazine-fed, 5.56mm assault rifle. The M4 is the primary assault rifle used by Special Forces groups in the United States and several other countries, along with many regular military and police units. It can have many attachments added on to it, such as sights, grenade launchers, laser, lights, etc.
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