Of course, Bartley started shouting about this, quickly gaining our attention. We shot at the zombie in question, but this only attracted more. Bartley, being intelligent for once in his life, shut, locked, and barricaded the door, giving us a glimpse of a nasty bite on his neck. Uncle Engineer started erecting his teleporter entrance, allowing us to quick access to his dispenser and medical treatment for Bartley. But the bite on his neck turned Bartley into one of them before the teleporter had even finished construction.
Uncle Soldier promptly decapitated him, allowing him to sheath his sword and take out his rocket launcher. Dad was stunned by the entire experience, as were the rest of us, mainly by the loss of Bartley and the speed at which a person was zombified. We were shaken from this by loud bangs on the door, and we started going through the teleporter. Uncle Demo stated that he was going to destroy the weapons facility, proposing that he would find the biggest store of explosives he could and detonate stickies around it. Uncle Soldier volunteered to go with him.
Looking back, I do think they did best thing possible in that extreme and deadly environment. To them, doing nothing was impossible. The two men left to go on their suicide mission, while the rest of us evacuated from the building. I had one last glimpse of them, going down the corridor. Uncle Soldier and Uncle Demo were professionals, clearly aware of the danger of in that situation, courageous to the point of going on self-sacrificing missions.
Uncle Pyro, Uncle Engineer, dad, and I went back to Alamogordo, following the path that we made on the way up. Uncle Engineer had left his dispenser, sentry, and teleporter in the weapons facility, so that Uncle Demo and Uncle Soldier were able to use them, should the need arise. We all doubted that they would.
Time had passed rapidly while we were in the weapons facility – we had spent about two and a half hours in there. Reaching Alamogordo in significantly less time than it took us to reach Benson Ridge, we strolled down E10th Street. Uncle Pyro's head was hanging low, while dad and Uncle Engineer looked depressed. We heard an enormous explosion behind us, and, turning around, saw a massive pillar of fire and smoke, similar to the mushroom clouds attributed to nuclear explosions, rising up from the now-destroyed Benson Ridge Weapons Facility.
At this point, we decided that Uncle Soldier and Uncle Demo were dead. Near Heights School, we stumbled upon a large horde of zombies. We were unprepared for this, and our reactions were delayed for a few moments. But our depression was removed by one man's shout in a moment of triumph.
"Get behind me doktor!"
Uncle Heavy, Uncle Medic, and Uncle Scout had approached us from behind, coming out of one of the many roads that led on to E10th Street. Uncle Heavy, spinning a beast in the world of miniguns, the significant proportion of which looked like brass. Dad took the opportunity to take out his Uilleann Pipes, and started playing the finale to Tchaikovsky 1812 Overture.
Uncle Heavy's minigun barrel spat out fire, and went on a mow-down, with the beam from Uncle Medic's medigun focused on the Russian. When Uncle Heavy ran out of bullets, he charged towards the zombies with his shotgun, and Uncle Pyro and Uncle Engineer mimicked him. Dad and I followed them at a walking pace.
The zombies were obliterated. We decided that we should stay in Heights School until the morning, and then we would proceed to Uncle Demo's house. We stayed in the relatively untouched staff room. While Uncle Engineer erected his sentry and dispenser, and upgraded the later, Uncle Scout explained that, while in Canada, they heard that part of New Mexico had been affected by zombies, and came as quickly as they could to see what they could do to help. Dad then told them what had happened to us, starting with going to Uncle Demo's house, and ending with the point where we joined up with Uncle Heavy, Uncle Medic, and Uncle Scout.
While Uncle Scout, Uncle Engineer, and dad were talking about politics and the economy, Uncle Heavy was looking out of the window, and something made him jump.
Uncle Soldier and Uncle Demo had survived their suicide mission.
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