People seemed to like the story, so here's an alternate ending. Enjoy.

Bill flew across the generator area, before hitting the ground hard and sliding at high speeds into another generator. Sparks flew around him, and he crumbled into a heap.

Despite the extreme pain, he managed to push himself up to a sitting position. He saw that he'd been flung into a room nearby the generator they were using, and that he'd crash landed into a large generator.

He looked out the door and saw a blood trail, no doubt his blood from when he hit the ground. He looked at the tank and saw it was wobbling back and forth. It was bleeding horribly, its face mutilated from the close range M60 fire. It was punching the air around it wildly, hoping for a lucky hit. After a moment the pain was too much for the tank and it collapsed, dead.

But that was the last thing Bill saw. The pain was too excruciating for him. He blacked out.

It is not yet your time, soldier. Your war has only just begun.

You did good, but it is time to wake up and fight once more.

Awaken.

Groan.

Sunlight streaked across his eyes. Bill opened his eyes and shielded them with his hands.

For a moment he questioned if he was dead. When a mild ache hit him though, he realized the exact opposite. He was alive.

Bill looked down and saw that his chest had been bandaged. At his feet, crudely drawn in marker, was R.I.P. His assault rifle was at his side…upon inspection, he saw that someone had loaded it.

He grinned. Them bandaging him up as an act of respect had probably saved his life. But this did make him wonder, where had the others gone?

Bill stood up slowly, fighting back some pain. He retrieved his gun and looked down at the R.I.P. He stomped on it with his foot and scuffed it out.

He strolled outside. The carnage from last night was still littering the streets. The tank that had almost done him in was still lying there, though it seemed it had been kicked a lot.

Looking towards the bridge, he noted it had been lowered. His companions were nowhere to be seen. He figured they were already on the move.

He pulled a cigarette and a lighter from his jacket, glad to see they hadn't been displaced during the fight. He lit it up and put his signature cigarette back in his mouth.

Grrrrwwwll

Hearing a low growl from behind him and just remembering he was in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, Bill swiftly shot his arm up over his shoulder.

Crunch!

The hunter that had been about to attack Bill crumpled to the ground, knocked out. Bill considered putting a bullet through its head, but decided on something much more interesting and ammo conserving.

After tying its hands and legs together with a rope found nearby, Bill smirked and walked to the intersection nearby. He stared down the street that would lead out of town and thought. Maybe he'd see his teammates again, maybe he'd meet some new teammates. No matter what happened, he knew he would survive this. He had a war to win.

He took a deep breath, and started walking down the road.

Hope you enjoyed the more positive ending. As you can see, it isn't too late for Bill to make a comeback :P

Either way, please review if you liked it. Thanks for reading.