"Big paycheck after this mission..."

"Get in, get it done and get the hell out..."

Chad...

"Zombies... Like Night of the Living Dead..."

Chad...Oh god...

"Everything will be alright Kirsten..."

Please wake up...

"Chad Winn, you are commander of the Black Omega SEAL fire team."

Chad...

Chad's vision was blinded by a white heavenly light. He thought he was dead. It scared him, but he felt relieved. Suddenly he thought of his friends and Kirsten. They needed him or they would soon join him in death. He couldn't die yet, not yet. He kept hearing voices in his head. The audio of past memories were drifting past his ear.

Chad's vision went black and he slowly opened his eyes to the sight of Kirsten. Her vision was more like an angel than a human. His body was numb, but he knew that something was wrong already. Blood stained Kirsten's face some and Chad tried to sit up to make sure she wasn't hurt. Sharp pains ravaged his body, keeping him down.

"Ahh...Kirsten," Chad let out in pain.

"Oh my god, Chad!" She looked at him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe that he was still alive at this point. Chad's blood covered her skin, but she didn't pay attention to it. She was far too concerned about Chad. "Don't move...You've been hit."

Chad felt the blood oozing from his right left shoulder. The bullet was lodged in his shoulder and wasn't helping the blood loss. Chad's mind thought about the shooters and they must have flipped. They were still in range of the shooters and Chad didn't need anyone to get picked off now. He forced himself up to his feet, using what once was a table to make it to his feet. He looked at Drew pull Michael out from under the bodies of the green monsters they had defeated.

Greg helped Rob from off the ground. "Who the fuck shot at us?" Rob asked as he looked around at the totaled bus. He kept his tone low to make sure the shooters didn't open up again.

"No clue." Greg answered as he looked around. He looked down at his chest and saw that a bullet had nailed his vest and thankfully he was wearing one.

Tony helped Christie to her feet and checked her for wounds. "You OK?" He asked as he carefully inspected her body.

"Besides my throbbing head. Yeah I think I'll live." She replied.

"Josh! Please be alive! Wake up!" Drew called out to Josh who was motionless on the floor.

Chad looked over and saw Josh on the floor. He prayed that he was OK and his prayers were granted as he started to move and respond to Drew. Chad sighed and looked around at the bus. It was on it's side, placing everything that was right side up, up side sideways.

"AHH!! GOD IT HURTS!!"

Steve's voice boomed from the front of the bus. Chad snapped his aching head toward that area and saw that Rob was already on it. Rob gripped the seat tightly and looked at Steve. "Shh! Don't you realize the enemies out there?!" He seethed out at Steve. Rob really didn't want another volley of lead to nail the bus with him still in it. Rob could see that he was still strapped into the seat with his leg bleeding profusely.

"Fuck you!" Steve spat. "They shot me! I've been fucking shot! Right in the leg!!"

Rob was about to finish the job by shooting Steve himself until someone pushed him to the side. Rob looked at Kirsten surprised.

"Move. I can help him." She said as she looked at the wound and assessed what measures to take to help Steve. "Just calm down. If you keep panicking, then you will go into shock."

Steve looked at her and saw she was serious. Of course Rob was as well, but Steve took heed of the girls advise. "Ahhh...damnit..." He seethed.

She began to help him out of his arkward position in his seat.

Chad looked out of a hole in the ceiling (Which was now a wall) to see the area outside. He looked at the rooftops and saw a small flash of reflective light.

"Scope..." Chad knew from many missions that higher places were areas that should be watched carefully.

"Do you think they're still out there?" Josh asked as he moved up near Chad.

"Hard to say." Chad said as he looked around the area he could see. It was nothing, but blood and fires. The morning light was showing in the sky, allowing Chad to see better. He pulled his head to the side after seeing the flash. "From the looks of it, it's clear. I don't see anyone on the sidewalks, but those rooftops bother me." Chad looked once more. "It'd be too easy for them to sit there and peg us as we step out. That is if they have the right guns for it." But from the reflective light he saw, someone was ready to pick them off one by one if need be.

"Comforting thoughts," Drew said.

"Uh sir..." His hope seemed to die right there. "Looks like we have another problem on our hands." Greg looked out at the mass of shuffling, moaning, dead walking toward the bus. Too many for him to count and in the morning light you could make out every small detail of there rotten bodies.

"Fuck..." Drew said in a hopeless amazement.

"We gotta go!" Greg said as he looked back at Chad.

Chad knew that it could only be more the undead. They were trapped were with shooters ready you pop them and zombies ready to eat them. It was crunch time in the mind of Chad as he tried to formulate a plan. Normal people would crack under stress, but Chad wasn't going to crack when lives depended on him.

"What about the people that shot at us?" Christie asked in worry.

"What are we going to do!" Drew said panicking. "We can't go out there! There could still be soldiers!"

"Soldiers..." Chad said under his breath. "That is right. The Umbrella mercenaries could have found us, but how?" Chad looked around at everyone. He looked over at Steve and Kirsten, which Steve was on the ground now with Kirsten examining his leg.

Rob needed a cigarette badly and pulled them out. He placed it in his mouth and looked at Drew. "And if we stay here, we'll be slaughtered by those freaks." He said lighting up the cigarette and taking a nerve easing hit.

"We're going to have to make a run for it," Josh commanded. "If we move fast enough, we might be able to make it hard for the soldiers to hit us." He looked to Chad.

Chad once again respected Josh for opting for a hopeless plan, but it was the only way out. Chad knew that if the soldiers wanted to kill them they would have been dead already, but they have information that they need. Hopefully if at all costs they must have it, but if they can afford to lose it, everyone might not make it. But yet that was only half of the battle, the other half is pushing through the mass of dead that wanted to taste the flesh of the living. Chad pulled out his hand gun, seeing that his HK5K was lost in the crash. He nodded toward Josh.

"Seems like the only logical choice. We don't have enough ammo to handle all those, and I don't know about you boys, but I don't wanna just sit here and wait for them to come and get me. I'd rather do something about it."

"Fuckin' right!" Rob and Tony said together.

"We can't leave yet." Kirsten said as she looked at Chad. "Steve's not going to be able to go anywhere until I help him with his leg. I have to get the bullet out of his leg or it could become infected."

"Forget about it," Steve grunted as he pulled himself to his feet. "There's no time for stuff like that. I'd rather get out of here and lose my leg, than stay here and fix it up." Kirsten helped him some, but wanted to object for his health.

"You heard the man!" Chad said, cutting off any negotionations with Steve from Kirsten. "Time to get the hell outta here! Tony take point! Use your M60 to give us some extra breathing room! Rob, back us up. Greg you stay in the middle with me and the two girls. Let's go!"

"WOO RAH!" Tony, Rob and Greg said as they took their positions.

Tony stepped outside the huge hole into the morning lit streets. He looked down the hordes of zombies that moaned and slowly made their way toward him.

"Chad." Rob said behind him. Chad looked and saw that Rob was holding his HK5K. "I think this is yours."

"You use it." Chad ordered as he looked back at Tony. Drew prepped himself to follow Tony and Chad saw the look of amazement on Drew's face. Chad looked back at Tony once more and knew that a soldier didn't think of the possiblity of when an order is given. He thinks about getting it done at all costs or doing as much before you expire.

Tony pulled the M60 up to his shoulder. It was fresh with a hundred shots to fire. He knew that trying to pick head shots was futile. They didn't need to kill them all. They just needed to push through him. A somewhat sick grin crept onto his face as his finger rested on the trigger. He pulled it and the moan filled air was drowned out by the thunderous sound of the M60. He fired in bursts into the crowd and saw it affective. Groups of zombies fell back, knocking others over with them. Tony moved forward, turning the bursts of fire from right to left and back.

"Go! Go! Go!" Chad ordered as he gave Drew a slight push to get him moving behind Tony. Chad's body was on fire with pain, but he thrived on that pain to keep him going. Chad looked into the determined eyes of Josh before he stepped out following Drew. With every sight of Josh to Chad, his respect for him grew.

"He'd be honored in high regards in the SEALS." Chad thought as Greg followed Josh outside.

Greg pulled up his M40A1 and aimed, holding his breath. His first shot was perfect as he cocked the rifle once more and laid another zombie to rest with a perfect head shot. He gave Tony a little support making his movement a little faster.

Micheal rushed out next with his aim focusing on any zombie that got too close. Christie followed, but turned to help an injured Steve out of the bus. Chad stepped out and followed. His vision was rocky as he moved. His head bobbled some, giving him a hard time trying to aim.

Kirsten came out after Chad with her 9MM close in hand. She knew that Chad was hurt badly and had to help him no matter what. She kept close behind him and looked back as Rob jumped out of the bus with a puff of his cigarette and both 9MM SMG and HK5K drawn. He pressed up close and turned aiming at zombies that would close in behind.

Greg switched to his Mark 22 and stuck with head shots as he covered Drew and Josh. Chad took a few shots, but with the recoil of the pistol his body hurt more. Kirsten picked up on zombies that Chad couldn't hit. Tony kept the front clear with five to seven feet of room. Rob shot small bursts from the 9MM only, cleaning up the rear.

They were moving perfectly through the mass of undead until Tony felt his M60 run dry. It was as his power was sucked from him.

"Shit...RELOAD!!" He called out as he dropped back and took a knee to reload. Greg stepped up with his handgun and took quick head shots dropping some, but the rush was too much even with the help of Josh's fire. The front was slowly squeezing to nothing.

"Rob! Front side!" Chad barked.

Rob turned holding the 9MM SMG toward the front, making sure that no one was in the line of fire and sprayed some. Chad and Kirsten held up the rear with support fire allowing Rob to move to the front with Josh and Greg.

Greg dropped back to the middle and covered the right side of the group with Christie. The zombies advance was slowed, but not stopped. Greg dropped the spent clip and slammed in a fresh one. His head shots were holding off the right side.

Rob took a big hit of his cigarette and let out the smoke. He sprayed the HK5K into the crowd. They were pushed back by the small, but deadly SMG. Rob switched and pulled up the 9MM SMG and unloaded. The sound of clicking came to his ears.

"Fuck! I'm out!" He threw the guns to the ground seeing that he was out of ammo for his 9MM SMG. He pulled out his Model 18 handgun and saw that the zombies took ground quick. The gun jumped in his hand as he unloaded a clip on automatic into the crowd. They were halted momentarily, but regained speed. Rob didn't know what was keeping Tony up and didn't want to look back because it might be the last time he saw anything.

"Anytime there, big fellow!" Drew yelled.

"I know, I know! Damnit!" Tony cursed. He knew what was wrong and wished the newer models were given out earlier. His M60 was jammed and it was a bitch to unjam it. He didn't have the time to do it either. "Fucking piece of shit!"

Drew dropped back from the front to help Steve, but it hurt the front dearly. The zombies approach was picking up pace, but slowed momentarily by the spray of Rob's Model 18 and Josh's support fire. Greg could see daylight between zombies on his side, but still there was too many for him and Michael's fire.

The group was backing into each other. They all felt each others relentlessness to survive in the hopeless situation. Chad looked around and saw that they were doomed, but an idea came to his head. Tony finally stood up and shouldered the M60 and switched to his shotgun. He felt Chad slide the disk into his pocket, but didn't pay too much attention to it. Chad bit his lip and looked at Kirsten for all he knew it was the last time.

"I love you Kirsten..." He said to her. She stopped her fire and looked at him. "Rob,Tony, Greg. You stay here with the others." He ordered as he put his gun back in the holster. Kirsten's grew wide.

"I don't like the way you're talking man!" Rob said with a head shot on a zombie.

"I'm going to give you guys some time." He said as he moved from the group toward the zombies.

"No!" Kirsten cried out. "Don't go!" Tears streamed from her eyes.

Chad looked at the zombies that reached out for his body. Their eyes were soulless and hungry. Chad knew that this was his end, but if it could save everyone, then so be it. His heart began to race.

"Chad! Think this over!" Chad heard Josh call for him as he rushed at the wall of death. "You don't have to do this!" It was too late. Chad slammed into the cold bodies of the zombies. Their hands grabbed and pulled him, but he kept his legs pumping. They couldn't hold him for long as he made his way through the cold, wet bodies of the dead.

"CHAD!!" Rob said as he tried to chase him, but he was stopped by Tony. "What the fuck are you doing!? He's going to die!"

"He wanted to save us! He did it to save us so get your ass in gear soldier! I'm in command now and we keep moving!" Tony ordered into the face of Rob.

Rob's blood boiled in hate. He loved Tony like a brother, but didn't want to see his friend throw away his life for them. It seemed so cold, but his mind processed it quickly. Rob turned and took out more zombies.

Chad's suicidal plan worked out to perfection. Most of the zombies backed off the group to give gave to Chad, but a threatening amount still lingered to feast on the remaining survivors. Christie fired at a few lingering zombies and turned to one that was right next to her ready to bite. It's head was lost in the blast from the shotgun of Tony as he looked at her. His face serious now.

"Watch yourself." He warned. She nodded and kept her guard up for any others that got close. Tony couldn't follow the advise he just gave too well as a zombie latched onto him and pulled him to the ground. "Shit!" He wrestled with the dead woman, but her body went limp from a blow to the back of her head. Tony pushed the body off of him and looked at Rob who held a bloody katana blade. Steve looked surprised at the weapon and looked at Rob's now rage filled eyes.

Rob turned and swung with power cutting through a dead mans head, leaving a large gash in the skull that made sure it wasn't getting back up. Rob lost it as he took out seven more with deadly strikes from the blade.

Kirsten looked at the backs of the undead as they moved away with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't believe that Chad would do something like that. She hear a moan next to her and turned to the zombie. She didn't even attempt to fire in defense as the undead man grabbed her shoulders.

BOOM!!

Kirsten jumped as the man fell back to the ground. Her right ear rung as a hand turned her around. It was Greg.

"Don't lose it now Kir. Not now!" He ordered. He could see that she was in near shock.

Tony backed into Christie and she aimed at him, but Tony moved her gun away in the knick of time as it fired into the head of another zombie. He looked at her.

"Sorry..." She said as she looked down.

Tony looked at Steve. "We need to move before they turn around and come back for us!"

Steve looked at Tony. "Not without my son! I won't leave!" He limped some.

"I have to stay with him!" Christie backed up.

Tony looked down and thought about what to do. He looked back up into Christie's eyes. "It's been fun Christie. I hope you make it out of this hell..." He gave her a surprising kiss and turned. "Team! We move out! On my lead!" Tony jogged past Rob as he placed a final blow on a fallen zombie.

Rob followed with Greg helping Kirsten along.

xxxx

Chad's body was screaming in pain as he finally slowed some. He felted nails cut his face some and bites on his arm that weren't strong enough to to damage. He didn't know if it had worked, but he could only pray as he ran. He fell forward into a small opening. He was still surrounded by undead as he looked around. It seemed all, but over now until he felt a man hole cover under him. He turned over and pulled on it with his good arm and got the top up. He slipped in and fell into the darkness. He landed hard into the shallow waters of the sewer. It was dimly light around further down as Chad pulled himself to the elevated side.

xxxx

Tony pulled out his DE. 50 and tossed Rob the shotgun as he led them out of an ally way into a deserted street. He saw a convenience store and ran up to it. He quickly rushed inside and began to clear the area as everyone followed.

"Clear. Greg, clear the back room." Tony ordered.

Greg nodded and disappeared into the back.

Rob looked at the floor and took another hit. It was foul and he looked at the cigarette and found nothing but filter. He thew it to the floor and looked up. "Chad..."

Greg came back and looked at Tony. "Clear."

Tony sighed and looked down. Everyone was silent. A silence to remember Chad Winn. Their friend and commander.