Kilo
Chapter 1: Exposure
Thale Robinson sprinted down the city street, the mob behind him baying for his blood. The hospital gown he was wearing streamed out behind him as the strings holding it closed in back slipped out of their knot. Bare assed, he continued his manic sprint. It was almost comical to watch. A pale man with long blond hair in a hospital gown that was undone in the back being pursued by thirty or forty blood thirsty former humans.
I had to crack a smile as I sighted the closest Vamp to him and pulled the trigger. The round left a vapor trail all the way to its intended target, a morbidly large Vamp we had been calling Col. Mustard. Thale turned and saw Mustard on the ground, arms splayed in a "look ma, I'm dead" pose and hit top speed. Our plan was working perfectly. Sun up was in two minutes and the dumb ass vamps were still chasing him.
I sighted another Vamp and let the round fly. The slug punched through it's chest and dropped the one behind it. Hot damn! A two for one. It was a good start to the morning. Next to me, Kelly keyed up the radio detonator for the surprise buried in the street Thale was running on. 100 yards to go.
Thale pushed his legs faster and faster, determined to have considerable distance between himself and the flames that were about to envelop the horde. About 45 yards up a head, a yellow flag marked the location of the homemade napalm bottles. Feeling Cocky, he turned around and ran backwards, shooting the bird to the hungry vamps. He began to cackle as he passed the flag and waved his hands over his head. He lost his laugh as the massive explosion that was supposed to happen didn't go off. "SHIT!" he yelled as he tried to find the truck that was his backup plan. Sun up would be in just a few seconds, but he wasn't sure if he could wait that long.
From our perch half a mile distant, we could see Thale turn around and shoot the bird. Kelly chuckled and called him a showoff. Then his hand went above his head, our signal to hit the napalm. "Hold on to your hats" Kelly said as she mashed the detonator's trigger.
Nothing happened. Again she hit the trigger, to the same results. Frantic, she kept pressing the button, hoping something would finally work. Seeing that this op now had the potential to go down hill, I shouted "PLAN B! GO!"
Kelly dropped the detonator and picked up her own rifle and sighting the Vamps. She pulled the trigger. Instead of the bang that would signal the round had fired, a click sounded. "Christ," Kelly said, making it sound like a swear, "another damn jam."
Thale began to yell curse words and hail marys as the group began to catch up to him. Desperately, he scanned the street for the truck he could make a relatively safe getaway in. Finally he saw it. He wrenched the door open and jumped across the passenger seat, slamming the door and locking it. The keys were in the ignition as promised, and the engine roared to life. Putting it in drive and flooring the accelerator, he spun the tires as the truck leaped forward. As he reached the intersection, the Sun blazed into the sky. Behind him, the Vamps burst into flame where they stood, turned to ash, and were scattered by the wind. Thale breathed easier as he guided the truck towards headquarters.