A Glimpse of Hell
Carl Jung looked out the window of the UH-60 Black Hawk from inspecting his
M4, he was a Korean army veteran since the age 18, he joined the US army at
age 21, and served in 2 tours, 1 in the Gulf War, second, peacekeeping
Operations in Somalia. There were at least 29 Black Hawks in the air, more
than the operation in Somalia, and there was also the Convoy of Hummers and
trucks below, entering by the highway with the national guard units. They
got the word outside down at camp St. Peters, there has been a chemical
leak at Raccoon City, a small metropolis in the mountains. Their orders
were to get the situation contained, evacuate the civilians, then roll in
the HazMat teams on call.
"30 seconds inbound, hang on", the pilot said as the helicopter took a drop
then stopped. The team leader opened the door, and the sound of the rotor
became louder, each man on each side dropped a rappel rope
"Gogogogog!" The team leaded shouted, two by two the men slid out, soon it
was Carl's turn, he slid down, looking down to see where he was going, a
large street already dozens of soldiers were down there. Soon everyone was
down, and the black hawks took off growing smaller into the sky. As soon as
the Hawk's were gone, the men stood in awe, they were in the middle of a
decent size city, where the fuck were the cars, and the people? Carl
wondered, The Convey would be there soon.
"Alright men, lock and load, conserve your ammo until we reach the convey,
we stick together, until otherwise noted, alright lets move out!"
The men where already going towards the streets until they heard fire
erupt from the other squads, they stopped in their tracks. The chalk leader
held his hand up to stand by. It was so quiet except for the chatter in
Carl's radio.
Then there were moans, sounded like coming in from everywhere, like the
whole fuckin hospital population was kicked out unto the street.
There were maybe 40 to 50 people that came around from the far corner of
the street. They seemed drunk there arms where raised.
"Oh my God, what the fuck is wrong with them?" Carl turned around; the
speaker was Johnny Smith, one of the new guys.
Carl noticed the blood, how their faces where white, and showed no life.
Zombies
"OPEN FIRE, OPEN FIRE, FIRE AT WILL!", the team leader screamed, there were
a chatter of gunfire, M4, shotguns, SAW machine guns , all at the same
time. It could've made anyone deaf.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
The grenade flew past Carl and made the nearest crowd of zombies to fly.
The men got violent, one of them put on a bayonet on the barrel of his
rifle, and stabbed the closest zombie and screamed
"DO YOU WANT TO LEARN HOW TO FLY MOTHERFUCKER??!"
He pulled the trigger, and intestines, and miscellaneous gore flew all over
Carl. The men hadn't noticed that the zombies have reached them from
behind.
They were all dead.
Carl and a handful of men had managed to slip away.
This was a day in hell. Maybe he will get out Alive
Carl Jung looked out the window of the UH-60 Black Hawk from inspecting his
M4, he was a Korean army veteran since the age 18, he joined the US army at
age 21, and served in 2 tours, 1 in the Gulf War, second, peacekeeping
Operations in Somalia. There were at least 29 Black Hawks in the air, more
than the operation in Somalia, and there was also the Convoy of Hummers and
trucks below, entering by the highway with the national guard units. They
got the word outside down at camp St. Peters, there has been a chemical
leak at Raccoon City, a small metropolis in the mountains. Their orders
were to get the situation contained, evacuate the civilians, then roll in
the HazMat teams on call.
"30 seconds inbound, hang on", the pilot said as the helicopter took a drop
then stopped. The team leader opened the door, and the sound of the rotor
became louder, each man on each side dropped a rappel rope
"Gogogogog!" The team leaded shouted, two by two the men slid out, soon it
was Carl's turn, he slid down, looking down to see where he was going, a
large street already dozens of soldiers were down there. Soon everyone was
down, and the black hawks took off growing smaller into the sky. As soon as
the Hawk's were gone, the men stood in awe, they were in the middle of a
decent size city, where the fuck were the cars, and the people? Carl
wondered, The Convey would be there soon.
"Alright men, lock and load, conserve your ammo until we reach the convey,
we stick together, until otherwise noted, alright lets move out!"
The men where already going towards the streets until they heard fire
erupt from the other squads, they stopped in their tracks. The chalk leader
held his hand up to stand by. It was so quiet except for the chatter in
Carl's radio.
Then there were moans, sounded like coming in from everywhere, like the
whole fuckin hospital population was kicked out unto the street.
There were maybe 40 to 50 people that came around from the far corner of
the street. They seemed drunk there arms where raised.
"Oh my God, what the fuck is wrong with them?" Carl turned around; the
speaker was Johnny Smith, one of the new guys.
Carl noticed the blood, how their faces where white, and showed no life.
Zombies
"OPEN FIRE, OPEN FIRE, FIRE AT WILL!", the team leader screamed, there were
a chatter of gunfire, M4, shotguns, SAW machine guns , all at the same
time. It could've made anyone deaf.
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
The grenade flew past Carl and made the nearest crowd of zombies to fly.
The men got violent, one of them put on a bayonet on the barrel of his
rifle, and stabbed the closest zombie and screamed
"DO YOU WANT TO LEARN HOW TO FLY MOTHERFUCKER??!"
He pulled the trigger, and intestines, and miscellaneous gore flew all over
Carl. The men hadn't noticed that the zombies have reached them from
behind.
They were all dead.
Carl and a handful of men had managed to slip away.
This was a day in hell. Maybe he will get out Alive