Holy Shit.

What I just saw today is the craziest thing that's ever happened to me, and I've seen some pretty freaky shit.

Nothing like this though.

All the people I've seen killed, or killed myself, tend to stay down on the ground, possibly in pieces.

Not these fuckers though. They just keep on coming, unless you hit them in the head. Fucking zombies, right out of a horror movie

I'm Corporal Ethan O'Connell, Bravo Company, Third Battalion, Royal Canadian Regiment, and it's the end of the fucking world.

It started off pretty slow, just reports from southwest Asia of areas being cleaned out by their militaries. A lot of people in the West just thought it was the usual anti-insurgency stuff that's been happening for years. They were wrong.

The first inkling we had that something was up was when South Korea and Japan closed their airports, harbours, everything that allowed people in and out of the country.

Not normal behaviour for them, but they weren't telling anyone what was going on.

Next Russia started calling up all of their armed forces for domestic operations. A few weeks later, they sealed off their borders and shut down all communications with the West.

Then it happened.

Europe and North America got hit at the same time, mostly by refugees fleeing from their own countries. First contact for Canada was at Ottawa airport.

That's where my unit got deployed to. Some airliner had crashed right into the airport and spilled out its cargo of the living dead.

We'd set up a quarantine zone around the airport. My platoon was covering the main street leading to the airport, and we were being overrun by people fleeing the undead.

"Billings! Get that machine gun set up."

"O'Connell, Take your fire team and cover the right side of the street."

"Yes, sir!"

I grabbed the two privates I was in charge of and jogged over to the sidewalk along the right side. There was a car that had smashed into the building, looked like the driver had been infected from the amount of blood.

"Hey Corporal, what the hell's going on?"

"We get to act in a fucking horror movie Smith. There's a zombie horde at the airport and we're to hold them here until the rest of the company joins us."

"What happens then?" asked the newbie private

"Then we go back to the airport and clean it out. Fun fun fun."

We waited in tense silence…then we heard it. At first it sounded like the wind but pretty fast it turned into the moans that everyone had heard in movie theatres.

"Get ready!!" shouted the LT, "Remember to go for the head."

Another minute passed and then they appeared at the end of the street.

A lot of them were missing limbs, some had lost both legs and were dragging themselves along with their arms. Most were recently infected; men, women…children, all intent now on only one thing…to eat every last human being on the planet.

"OPEN FIRE!!!"

The quick pop-pop-pop of rifle fire began and was soon drowned out by the hungry chatter of the two C-6 machine guns we had set up. The four light machine guns we had also opened up, most of them were in first floor windows to give them a better angle.

Zombies went down, brains blown out, heads blown off, sometimes heads just disappearing in a welter of gore. Dozens went down, but hundreds more pressed towards us.

"Sergeant, phosphorus!"

"Yes sir!!"

The Army had seen fir to provide incendiary grenades for just this purpose.

The grenade arced out from our position as we continued to pour fire into the seemingly unending ranks of the undead. It exploded when it hit the ground, and the street in front of the platoon disappeared in flames.

We could see the zombies still walking into the flames, but very few were making it through.

For all of two minutes the phosphorous more or less held them back, then enough bodies had tamped down the fire for them to continue. The horde surged forward again, and we met them with a hail of lead.

"How many of these fuckers are there??" yelled Smith

"Enough for us to have a fun time killing them!" I yelled back, "C'mon Smith, haven't you ever wanted to try holding off a zombie horde, here's your fucking chance!"

An explosion punctuated my last sentence, and the face of a building at the end of the street slid down, crushing a couple of cars and twenty zombies. A few of them crawled out and kept coming but most stayed under.

We were keeping them back, just barely. Unfortunatly we had a problem.

"Sir we're running low on ammo!"

"Last mag!"

"Fuck, I'm out!"

The LT looked around and then yelled, "Back to the LAVs!! Go, go, go!!"

We grabbed our stuff and sprinted back to where we'd left the vehicles. The horde surged after us.

I was right behind the LT, so I heard him reporting in.

"Alpha One, this is Alpha Three. We're withdrawing from our position. We need immediate re-supply on ammunition if we're to keep fighting, over."

"Roger Alpha Three. Pull back to Holland Armouries, we've built a supply dump there, over."

"Roger Alpha One. What about quarantine, over?"

There was a sigh on the other end, then, "We've already lost it in other places Alpha Three. Priority now is to evac as many civvies as we can, plus VIPs, before we get overrun, over."

"Understood, Alpha One. Out."

We made it back to the LAVs that had brought us to this mess, but they had beaten us there.

"Blow a path through them!" yelled Sergeant Walker

There were only thirty zombies or so, and we managed to get through them without losing anybody.

Within three minutes we were barrelling down the street towards the dubious safety of Holland Armouries. All around us we could here the sounds of a dying city. There was so much gunfire, shouts, screams, and explosions, someone could have been excused for thinking he was in World War II.

We made it to the Armouries and came across the welcome sight of the three Reserve Regiments fully kitted up and ready to fight off an army. We drove up to front and the LT hopped out to talk with the CO's of the regiments.

Five minutes went by, the sounds of fighting were getting closer, when the LT climbed back in.

"Good news boys," He said, "We're going to form up with the Reservists and then push towards downtown. The Foot Guards and Camerons have secured the area around Parliament and we have to get down there to relieve them."

"How are we getting out once we've gone in sir?" asked Sergeant Walker

"The Air Force is supposed to be organizing an airlift out of the city. Plus there are going to be ferries at the river." The LT looked around, "I know everybody just wants to leave, but we've gotta make sure our government survives, or we're screwed."

"Sure thing sir," said Walker, "I just hope the Air Force isn't blowing smoke out of their asses again."

The LAV started back up and began driving slowly along the road, waiting for the rest of the convoy.

"So do I sergeant," whispered the LT, so quietly I think only I heard him, "So do I."