"Shit, they must have heard the gunshots, quickly through hear!" Nick yelled as the zombies drew closer and closer.
The two marines jumped through the window that the licker had climbed through. Before the two could assess their situation, the door splintered and more zombies cam swarming in. Nick and lieutenant Parker fired into the crowd, without result, they just kept coming.
"Quick get up the stairs, I'll hold them off!' Nick yelled.
Parker withdrew, firing as he backtracked up the stairs, putting two more zombies out of their misery.
As Parker withdrew to the roof, Nick continued to fire into the ever-growing crowd of undead. He could handle a group of zombies, maybe a large one if there were some distance between them, but not when they were swarming into a small building and possibly numbering in the hundreds. It was obvious that he was fighting a losing battle. After splattering the brains of five more zombies on the wall with a hail 5.56m bullets from his M16A4, he finally retreated up the stairs.
Arriving at the roof, he reached behind and pulled out a 40mm grenade from his back holster and fitted it into his M203 grenade launcher. Glancing to his left he saw Parker firing into the crowd of undead that was gathering in the streets.
A good thing too, Nick thought, the last thing I need is my partner being eaten alive because I blew the staircase before he made up…
And with that, Nick fired the 40mm grenade at the wooden staircase, transforming it into thousands of wooden splinters, and blowing an unlucky zombie cleanly in half in the process.
Before, he had time to savor his small victory, Parker called him over to the edge of the roof.
As Nick ran over to him, Mike pointed at the roof of the RPD Station.
"Look it's Eugene from Bravo 3, and it looks like the helicopter came too!"
Sure enough, the familiar sound of a helicopter rotor soon filled the area as the Blackhawk appeared.
Nick took a closer look at the roof through his rifles ACOG scope. Eugene seemed frantic, waving the helicopter.
" Got it Eugene," the pilots voice cracked over the radio, "I can't put her down here, I'll throw you a ladder down."
"Shit, Nick look!"
Nick moved his scope to where Parker was pointing and froze. Directly behind Eugene were two zombies and they were getting closer. Eugene was unable to hear their moans as the Blackhawk helicopter hovered over him. Nick thought abut shooting them, even though the roof of the RPD was within his rifles effective range, he still didn't couldn't risk hitting Eugene. Nick prepared to shoot, even if he didn't hit the infected, the whizzing of the bullets might alert Eugene to the danger… However by now the zombies had already reached Eugene and had literally fallen on top of him.
His screams didn't have to be carried by the wind, to send shivers down someone's spine a kilometer away.
As the zombies began tearing at his skin, Eugene began wildly firing his FN-SCARH in a panic into the air, desperate for a lucky hit. Unfortunately, for a split second his rifle was pointed at the cockpit of the Blackhawk…
The heavy 7.62x51mm bullets from his rifle tore through the bulletproof encasing of the Blackhawks cockpit, tearing through the pilots… With no one to control it, the helicopter began to spin erratically.
As crewmembers aboard attempted to regain control of the unyielding aircraft, the aircraft suddenly pitched forward, sending it into dive directly towards the roof where Nick and Parker were standing…