It was dawn now, and blood was already being spilt. he was on the rooftop, carrying a machete with the blade at least a foot and a half in a length. To his back, was a USMC M40A1 sniper rifle, and in front of him, a zombie was slumping to the floor, a deep knife wound in the top of its head. It lay still, and never moved again. There was only one more to take care of. Pvt. Eric Reyes turned to the female zombie near the edge of the roof. It was running towards at him at full speed. Eric was a ready, with a simple grin he pushed back a few steps and the machete came whistling out. It cut the zombie across the chest forcing it to stumble back a few steps. A second later, and it was lunging forward again. This time, Eric rolled to the side, barely avoiding a grab. He shot back to his feet, spun, just as the zombie tackled him right up against the edge of the roof. --Shit...-- Eric struggled to not only keep from falling off the roof, but at the same time, keep the zombie's teeth from his throat. "fuck you!" Eric pushed back with all his weight, forcing the zombie's hold to loosen, as he brought the machete out and shoved it right into the side of the creature's head. A shove, and the zombie was off him, slumped on the ground next to the other one. Eric took in a breath, and then turned back to the ledge. He had a perfect view of the courtyard and the open grounds that stretched out for a few hundred feet until stopping at the Main Base. He could see the zombies from beyond the Fort walls, clawing it, surrounding it, trying some way to get in. --And they will.... sooner or later--
Eric planted one hand on the ledge, his other hand going round to his back-unstrapping the sniper rifle and bringing it in front of him. Narrowing one eye, he placed the other eye in front of the scope and used his hands to aim the sniper rifle to the zombie's outside the walls. Bang! One zombie dropped. Eric's finger relaxed on the trigger. He hesitated. --Kara...-- Anger consumed him, his finger closed on the trigger again. Another zombie dropped just as a voice came from behind him. "Way to relieve to stress mate..." Eric didn't turn around, he just aimed the sniper rifle at another zombie head. "Not now Craig..." Craig came up beside Eric by the ledge, and looked up at the sky. The clouds were heavy and thick, and it was going to rain.
"Marissa told me you were up.... do you have some kind of bloody death wish Eri.."
"I don't need a damn lecture!"
Bang! The third zombie fell, its blood splattered against the gates.
"I.... I heard about Kara."
A silence fell. The rain started coming down. The clouds were ominous and foreboding.
To Craig's surprise, Eric actually dropped the sniper rifle and propped it vertically against the ledge and turned around to face him.
"So Marissa sent you up here to fetch me? I didn't know you were her errand boy."
"Give it a rest Eric. We're supposed to be best friends, or did you forget that."
Eric brushed past him and walked over to one of the zombies he'd skewered. It was twitching. Eric pulled his knife back out. The rain was in torrents now. Then, Eric brought the knife back down and finished the job he'd started. Craig came over to the other side of the zombie body, the slightest glint of remorse in his eyes.
"What do you think they are...demons?"
"... Target practice."
"So I take it you haven't gotten to know the other survivors. You know they seem like decent people."
"To hell with them" answered Eric, moving back to pick up his snifer rifle. "They can rot for all I c...". Eric had stopped talking suddenly. He was looking out across the grounds over to the main base. Craig jogged over to him to see what had caught his friend's attention.
'Holy shit..."
Barely visible, in one of those far off windows, a light was going on and off, in an S.O.S. Eric only looked on with cold eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then the light stayed on a board was posted up over the window. Eric couldn't see it clearly, but even
from there, he knew what it said.
H E L P
Eric planted one hand on the ledge, his other hand going round to his back-unstrapping the sniper rifle and bringing it in front of him. Narrowing one eye, he placed the other eye in front of the scope and used his hands to aim the sniper rifle to the zombie's outside the walls. Bang! One zombie dropped. Eric's finger relaxed on the trigger. He hesitated. --Kara...-- Anger consumed him, his finger closed on the trigger again. Another zombie dropped just as a voice came from behind him. "Way to relieve to stress mate..." Eric didn't turn around, he just aimed the sniper rifle at another zombie head. "Not now Craig..." Craig came up beside Eric by the ledge, and looked up at the sky. The clouds were heavy and thick, and it was going to rain.
"Marissa told me you were up.... do you have some kind of bloody death wish Eri.."
"I don't need a damn lecture!"
Bang! The third zombie fell, its blood splattered against the gates.
"I.... I heard about Kara."
A silence fell. The rain started coming down. The clouds were ominous and foreboding.
To Craig's surprise, Eric actually dropped the sniper rifle and propped it vertically against the ledge and turned around to face him.
"So Marissa sent you up here to fetch me? I didn't know you were her errand boy."
"Give it a rest Eric. We're supposed to be best friends, or did you forget that."
Eric brushed past him and walked over to one of the zombies he'd skewered. It was twitching. Eric pulled his knife back out. The rain was in torrents now. Then, Eric brought the knife back down and finished the job he'd started. Craig came over to the other side of the zombie body, the slightest glint of remorse in his eyes.
"What do you think they are...demons?"
"... Target practice."
"So I take it you haven't gotten to know the other survivors. You know they seem like decent people."
"To hell with them" answered Eric, moving back to pick up his snifer rifle. "They can rot for all I c...". Eric had stopped talking suddenly. He was looking out across the grounds over to the main base. Craig jogged over to him to see what had caught his friend's attention.
'Holy shit..."
Barely visible, in one of those far off windows, a light was going on and off, in an S.O.S. Eric only looked on with cold eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then the light stayed on a board was posted up over the window. Eric couldn't see it clearly, but even
from there, he knew what it said.
H E L P