Chapter 20
I wish things were as they used to be. Back when missions were simple, objectives clear, daily life—not so damn insane. Back when I was with the 72nd were the good days. When I was with a team known only to privileged individuals known as Special Operations and Observations Force SOOF. We were some of the best. There were six of us, myself when I was a Captain, Sergeant Major Roy Wopsle the demolitions man, Specialist Fred Hunter the sniper, Jeff Hughes Number 1 man in the breach team, the medic and only woman on the team Alice "Ally" Fisher, and George Davis the number two man on the breach team. In addition to these five who I presume are now dead, I miss my family. Dad and I were tight, he was a Ranger and had actually participated in Central American campaigns. It was the end of his career when we participated in the operation to remove Manuel Noriega from power. Mom and I didn't see eye to eye a lot, when it came to the other three children, we differed on how parenting should take place and often times even went as far as arguing over it. I was only 14 at the time and in JROTC. She was also in my eyes at the time, a pacifist. I realize now that she was only acting in ways to prevent violence in the household and trying to take good care of us while Dad was off doing who knows what.
Been quite a bit hasn't it folks? Shiz got busy with my father being deployed and JROTC and what not\
"Hey, buddy ya'll alright?" Ellis asked.
"Yeah, I'm good, ready to kick some ass?" I asked as I gently caressed the Desert Eagle. I had a strange love for Firearms only dwarfed by History and explosions.
"You betchur saweeeeeet nana sonny!" Uncle Lester shouted. He pulled out a classical double-barreled shotgun. Where it was stowed this whole time sort of bothered me but I pushed the thought out of my mind, after all Rednecks were typically friendly. Nick's eyes continued to bore into me with utmost contempt. His body language and energy screamed secretivity, while at the same time distraction.
We burst through the thick red steel door. As the first zombie came shouting towards me I let loose a shot. The top of his head blew off with hefty chunks of grey matter floating in the air for a brief moment. As our improvised team burst down the street, we moved as a machine and used effective communication. I was overall impressed that a mechanic, a con-man, a reporter, a coach, and a gator wrestler (or something) were calling out small tasks such as reloads and telling eachother to stack up on doors. We walked down the road dealing lead to any infected individual within a 30 yard radius. Eventually, we came upon a warehouse. As we burst in the door, a Savanna Police Officer lay in the corner. He was bleeding severely and his eyes were still wide with terror. He had a Colt .45 lying at his side with 3 of the 8 bullets in the magazine still remaining. I checked for a pulse. Surprisingly he still had one meaning he was alive. There was a large gash in his chest and several bite marks around his shin. It seems whatever was here had not left.
"He's still alive!" Rochelle shouted.
"Oh goody, let's add one more mouth to feed to our people collection!" Nick sarcastically argued.
"Guys, I'm keeping this guy alive like it or not, throw me my First-Aid," I commanded. Coach gave a hearty toss and it hit me in the shoulder. I grabbed my canteen of water I had with me and poured it into the foot-long slice in his abdomen. His eye twitched.
"Hey! Ya'll, we better bunker down, it is startin' to rain," Ellis stated.
"Form a perimeter and block the stairs and door we just used, I got stick with this guy," I barked, the others went to their tasks. After washing the wound, and being a little surprised when a claw fragment floated out. I grabbed the bottle of disinfecting solution. I dabbed it onto the cut with a cotton ball gently. He began wincing in pain. "Hey buddy, you with me?" I snapped my fingers and grabbed a nearby laser pointer and flashed it into his eyes. His pupils followed the light with rapt attention. "You are gonna be juuussst fine, you need to stay with me though and I will get you through this pal!" I checked his forehead, he was running a fever. I took some pills from my First-Aid kit, pills, Louis would probably love these. I wish I could get back there, see them again. I belong there. Various thoughts burst into my head. As he graciously downed the pills with a sip from my canteen I took his pulse. His pulse was a stead 97 beats a minute, he was probably nervous with all that was going on and his rapidly moving and expanded pupils only further proved it.
Suddenly, there was a growl in the room. I dragged the Police Officer whose last name was Sanchez over to a corner of the room next to a heating vent. I brandished my hand gun and swept the room with glances. "Hello?" I called out. The room was excessively dark right now and I did not like this At all. I called out again with the same results. I was alone in the dark, with God knows what lurking around. I put my in one hand my knife while at the same time I rested my other hand on top of it brandishing my firearm, regardless of what was out there, I was going to give it hell if it decided to head this way. There was another roar in the darkness. I looked into a corner. My heart was pounding, normally the infected had charged by now. I was ready to blow the head off of whatever the thing was. There was a yet a third roar, this one sounded like a dying turkey mixed with a bad bugle player. I dark figure darted towards me from across the room. I fired a round into its head with a comforting bang. It fell over.
I was confident it was over. That was a bit unnecessary for a single dude. As I stood there I got a good look at it. It was an Ostrich or Emu or something I don't know my big birds. However, upon inspection of the skull I realized the bullet had only dented the skull of the thing and the body lacked claws. How the hell does a fifty caliber round just slide off a dang bird? I was a bit unnerved by this.
Next thing I knew I was on the ground. There was a Human shriek in the darkness with several growls and snarls. I was around a corner so I beamed my flashlight towards the hallway where I had last left Sanchez. There was a great deal of screaming and blood splattered on the to the left of where he had been. All of the sudden, there was eerie silence. The screams subsided and the growls stifled. I started to rise again. There was a growl once again. The type you hear from an angry dog but about 400 times deeper than that of a German Shepherd. I saw a pair of fangs brandish in the darkness. Oh shit… I just about crapped my pants. I scrambled to the doorway which was just at the end of the hallway. I struggled to open the door. WHAT DO YOU MEAN LOCKED? WHO THE FUCK LOCKS A DOOR IN AN APOCALYPSE! My very own thoughts began to grow hectic. My Fear shifted my thinking and energy towards one thought: escape. I saw a window, I had no clue how high up I was but I dove through it.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I stood up and realized that the window was on the ground level thankfully. I brushed myself off and in doing so knocked something loose. My PRC-1480! I don't recall ever having the handheld radio on me but then again, I didn't remember anything but a splitting migraine. I dialed to the base's frequency.
"Firebase Charlie this is LTC Franks, Operation: Confederacy is a complete failure, massive casualties across the board, I need an evac immediately, as far as I know I am the only survivor, both choppers are down and as far as I know, the real intent for this mission is gone with the wind."
"Affirmative Franks, this is Firebase Charlie, bummer about the operation. UH-60 Evac is inbound ETA one hour, hang tight over." I spat at the ground in a mixture of disgust and anger. This was a total failure, and the whole thing a big let down, at least I would be going home.
Well that's about it folks. Those of you new to the book welcome aboard, I got plenty of win for all of you. Veterans as I now refer to those who read this before the great STOP ya'll are now given Oracle Status. Basically, your reviews have a lot of effect in the story. I am also offering my reviewers a chance to submit their characters with description in a review, however, they must also include a review of this current chapter and all characters are judged in the end by moi. Thankee for reading and hopefully in the powers of Bob Saget, Fred the Great (8 foot tall man-bear-pig like marmoset), and Chuck Norris, this story continues, things have been busy and all but anyway review por fevor! Or use a cheapo review.
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