"Where the hell is lime!?" yelled the blue and white spartan. His information tag addressed him as Lay, a 'close combat' major. His Rogue helmet showed no emotion but you could tell by his voice that he was angry.
"Probably dead, the lucky bastard." replied Watt. He was the 'sniper' major. Usually snipers stuck to a Scout helmet and dim colors. Watt was different. He was red and green and wore C.Q.B armor.
Watt unloaded a bullet into a zombie's head. "And this time stay dead." Watt yelled to no one in particular.
He slammed his weight against their barricade. The zombies just wouldn't stop, and they had limited men.
"General Chez, you have to call the hornets in, the fire is too heavy!" exclaimed Ironwedge, the commander, in between fires from his battle rifle.
And it was true, the infected didn't stop shooting, and when they ran low on ammo, they would jump the barricade in a kamikaze like motion.
General Chez looked at the steel colored spartan if he could see right through Ironwedge's ODST helmet.
"We will not leave Lime and his crew behind. Do you understand!?"
The reply was of course "Yes, sir!"
"And what if they're dead, general?" The question was asked in a calm yet serious tone.
General Chez looked at the questioner, a yellow, blue, and red elite, the tusks of his ascetic helmet gleaming in the light.
Chez looked at his computer behind the barricade, "From these readings, it says they're still alive."
"Ah, don't listen to the finger painting over there." said the smirk peach and blue colored elite.
The elite was behind them going through a rack of explosives, they were his specialty. He was Dindin, the 'explosive' major.
"My colors might be odd, but I'm still your colonel, Din." replied the yellow elite.
"I've heard it before, Ruse." replied Dindin, through his assault helmet.
"Hurry up, chose a god damn weapon already!" Lay screamed to Dindin.
"But, I love them all." Dindin said cheerfully, "But I guess I'll choose this one."
He heaved a brute shot out of the rack, jogged up to the blockade, and merrily blasted away three zombies.
"I hate you." Watt muttered coldly.
"Just doin' ma job!" was the reply Watt got. If elite's could grin then Dindin would always be.
Footsteps were heard outside in the steel corridor, and a lime green spartan with pink shoulders skidded to a halt, his E.V.A helmet gleaming orange. Behind him were two more spartans. A pale blue and white spartan with all Mark VI armor named Glace and a quivering C.Q.B spartan named Rodrigez. Rodrigez was red, head to toe.
"Captain Lime, do you have the info? And where is Cooktop's squad? I told you to escort them!" blurted out Chez.
"I'm sorry general but even under your command, I'm not going to escort corpses" said Lime firmly
"Damn it! Another squad dead, but you have the info?" Chez asked
"Yes, the infection didn't even touch it, they don't think, they just kill..."
You could here the vengeance in Lime's voice.
"Good, bring it here…" Chez ordered "And who are the two soldiers behind you?"
"This is sergeant Glace…" said Lime while pointing to the pale blue spartan "And that is private Rodrigez." pointing to the twitching private
Lime handed the chip over to Chez and whispered "The private is pretty shakin' up about the war; I doubt he'll last long..."
Chez let the chip transfer on to his computer. He ordered Lime and his men into positions. "Lime you and your private come and help fight the zombies of the barricade, Glace go guard the opposite corridor"
Lime and Rodrigez hid behind the barricade, and Glace proceeded across the room to the other corridor, when a zombie jumped the barricade, land on Glace and slashed him down his torso with its energy sword.
It began a scream of victory but got pumped with lead.
They all stood there guns aimed at the motionless corpse of the zombie, Rodrigez scared stiff, was just crouched there, sitting, starring, horrified.
Lay's voice broke the silence, "The bastards dead"
For the first time Rodrigez talked, he looked at General Chez and said "Wh-wha-what do w-we do no-now"
Chez looked at him, his red Hayubasa helmet with its stern look, it scared Rodrigez.
"We fight to our doom", that sentence scared Rodrigez even more.
Chez's computer let out a noise, the transfer was complete. Chez pulled the chip out and said "Let's call in those hornets!"
"Finally." sighed Ironwedge
Chez picked up the radio and...BANG! a loud gun shot rang out...
The bullet drove through the metal of the helmet and through it's victim's skull.
Chez was dead before he hit the ground.
Everybody stopped shooting, the zombie's bullets were still pelting the wall and blockade, but no one noticed.
Rusejambon, the yellow elite, walked up to the corpse, the others followed, he did a signal with is four fingered hand to go back and commence shooting again and they did. Ruse shook Chez, breathing heavily, he let go of the corpse.
Lay was watching and broke the wordless silence by saying, very lightly "Shit."
Ruse picked up the radio, pressed the talk button, and began his distress call...