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Chapter 2 Handicap parking

On the plus side is that Milwaukee does not have a very populated downtown like a city like Chicago does. Unfortunately it is pretty crowded near my SUV as there was a handicap minibus parked next to me with most of its occupants in wheelchairs. I could now see a few wheelchairs knocked over and some people on the ground. The crowd that was around the area has slowly moved further down the street now. I’m now cautiously slowly walking up to my SUV. The people on the ground are thrashing about making horrible sounds. Most with only their upper bodies moving trying to drag their legs. The street has blood all over it and what looks like small bloody pieces of flesh.

I’m guessing these people were attacked from the same type of rabid people I saw earlier. I run to the rear of my SUV and open it to grab my “get home bag” which has a first aid kit in it along with other things to help me get home incase of emergency. I grab my G26 out of the lock box and put it in my pocket along with the two spare 10 round magazines. I creep up to the first victim and almost vomit on site. His face had chew marks all over with flappers of skin hanging off. He was also foaming at the mouth and his eyes are all bloodshot. I could see what looked like defensive wounds on his hands from trying to block biting people. Blood was all over this guy.

“You’re going to be OK buddy!” I said to him in this dire situation as I did not know what else to do. He looked at me not in a helpless way but more threatening way. I have seen that look when confronted by aggressive dogs. He started to claw at me with his bloody hands and scream. I jumped back and also noticed the others on the ground doing the same. Only one was not really moving just kind of twitching. I crept up to the body and noticed that he was still in his wheelchair. It was one of those fully motorized ones for someone who was fully paralyzed. This guy did not have a chance. He was all chewed up without a face with just bits of flesh hanging off. It looked as if he was partially eaten. Just then my peripheral vision caught movement inside the minibus.

I grab my g26 out of my pocket and scan for more movement with the pistol at the ready. The minibus has bloody handprints smeared all over the inside of the windows. I can tell the large side door is partially open on the other side. I do a quick scan around the area for other movement and it’s just the guys on the ground twitching. I creep around the back of the minibus and can see the open door with a small bloody hand hanging out of it. I slowly back away as I curve around to the front of the door giving myself space as I square away to the door. Just then the hand gets sucked back in and I think my heart is going to stop.
With my G26 sites aimed in on the door I keep watching but also noticing the pistol shaking. Just then I hear some gunfire to the left of me and I look that direction. It sounded pretty far away but I keep looking to see anything in the empty streets.
My peripheral vision then notices the minibus door slowly sliding open with a figure standing there. I quickly turn and face this figure. It is a man standing up with blood all over him. He looks horrible with cuts and grime all over. His bloodshot eyes staring at me and I notice he has one of those safety high visibility vests on hardly recognizable with all that blood and grime over it. I glance over his shoulder and notice what looks like a scene out of a horror movie. Half eaten people in the minibus slumped in their seats with blood everywhere, with some of them still moving. I screamed at the top of my lungs, “FREEZE RIGHT THERE BUDDY!”

This guy was pretty big and shuffling fast towards me. I kept backing away with the sites drawn on him. He was about ten feet away from me when I instinctively fired two shots to the chest. My ears were ringing and I could not believe I just shot a man in the streets of Milwaukee. The man was still standing and looking at me and started moving at me again. “THE HEAD, THE HEAD!” I thought to myself as I aimed in for the shot. I fired again and the bullet grazed his face taking off some flesh. I was shaking and just started firing and luckily one round struck him in the forehead as he fell back just feet from me. In a matter of seconds I fired a 10 round magazine as the slide on my G26 was locked back with smoke lingering out of the chamber. The pistol was shaking badly in my hands and my ears were ringing. “SNAP OUT OF IT” I told myself out loud as I quickly reloaded a fresh magazine and scanned the area. I ran to my SUV and jumped in, locked the doors, and started it up. I was still shaking as I put it into drive; I was creeping out of my parking spot trying not to run over the guys on the street. I mentally told my self “Ok you just fired 10 rounds and only have 20 left” and that was for just one of those monsters.

As I pulled away I saw a couple more of those things come out of an alley and ravage the minibus’s helpless victims. I started to wonder if maybe someone was stuck in the minibus that I could not help. I quickly put the radio on as I slowly drive down the street. I hear static and put it on seek, and it almost goes through all the stations but one. I turn it up and it is a person talking about what is going on. “Seek shelter, do not come in contact with infected people, and the Government will be sending in the CDC along with the National Guard soon” and then it repeated again. Wow I thought that was a pretty vague public announcement and I bet it is much worse then I thought. I need to get out of the city and back home but a thought was worrying me. This city is pretty calm but more people live in the suburbs and smaller cites of Racine and Kenosha, which I have drive through to get home. Just then I see the exit for the freeway.

Chapter 3 Drivers ed


The freeway exit is about a quarter of a mile away and I’m thinking this is won’t be as bad as I thought to get out of the city. Just as I’m about to make the right turn onto the exit I see a large SUV speed right across in front of me. It had to have been doing 60mph and it had luggage strapped on the roof rack. In the quick glance as it flew by I could see some of the passengers looking at me. I guess it was a whole family trying to get away from this mess we are now all in. I then hear brakes squealing and a large crash as I cautiously make the turn for the exit. What I see makes my stomach sick as the large SUV smashed into hundreds of cars that were stuck in the exit. Most of the cars were smashed from what looks like continuous wave of cars driving to fast for the exit. If you were going at a slower rate of speed you would be able to stop before smashing into that mess. Some of the cars were on fire I saw movement all over the place. I could not tell who were regular people or those that were the infected. I was now stopped in the street and got out to take a better look. As far as I could see on the exit and freeway it was gridlocked with smashed cars making the freeway a death trap. I then started hearing a sound that was getting louder and louder coming from the direction that the SUV just came from. I looked down the street and saw what looked like a marathon coming my way. It had to have been hundreds if not thousands of people coming up the street. They were now about 200 yards and closing in on me. I started to get a better visual of the large mob.

“Oh Crap!” They all look bloody and angry as they came my way. Strange I thought as the sound was echoing all around me now. I did a quick scan of the area and noticed more mobs on all the others streets coming my way. For a quick second I smelled the faint scent of yeast in the air from the breweries and thought “man I could really go for a cold one right now”. I jumped back in my SUV and started to turn around from the freeway exit. I had three possible ways to go and two of the three had large mobs coming at me, but the third one only had about 20 of those things. I started driving in the path of least resistance and wondered if my aftermarket Australian off road bumper that was made to hit the occasional kangaroo would fair against these things.

Going on this side street at a good rate of speed I was making good distance as I could swerve around most of the damaged cars that were on the road. I was trying to get to the side of the interstate and take the frontage road or any other back road. I was trying not to imagine the interstate right now with thousands probably trapped in their cars or dead. I saw a person on the street ahead of me in what looks like a running suit. I started to slow down and it looked like a woman that was a jogger. I was coming along side of her and rolled down the passenger window as I crept on her side. I yelled “GET IN IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!” As she turned my direction I noticed a large bite on the front of her face and the bloodshot eyes. She immediately turned my way as I stepped on the gas. Judging from her body she would have been considered in happier days a Milf, “what a waste” I mumbled.

I rolled the passenger window back up and made my way to HWY-45 as it is not that busy of a road. I looked ahead and the road looks clear for at least a half of mile so I reached down to try the radio again. “BAM!” I looked up as I hear a loud sound as I feel the truck run over something. Before I can react I see another infected person meet my bumper and the SUV violently shakes as the tires crushes the person. I erratically scan the area again and see a few infected moving my way. I step on the gas as scan the carnage in my rear view mirror. I had to put my wipers on as I had blood spay on the window but so far the bumper was worth the high cost I paid for it. There were now less and less cars on the road and I could pick up speed as it opened up.

It was lightly populated on this path and it would soon turn into more spread out county with more farms and small towns. I was getting hungry and thought I should find local food before venturing into the county were there are not many places to get food. I knew that the fast food restaurant/ gas station ahead was the last stop for some time. I looked at my fuel gauge and it was just under half a tank so I would have to top that off too. The entrance of the gas station had two smashed cars in it so I had to drive up over the curb and go right over their little landscaped flower garden to get in there. Most of the pumps had the gas dispenser hoses lying on the ground and the doors for the place were open. I did see a body lying on the ground too so I put the SUV in park and got out with G26 in hand. I glanced at the bumper and it was all bloody with bits of gooey flesh stuck in parts. I saw what looked like a tool belt and hammer smashed through the unprotected plastic grill above the bumper. “I hope my radiator is ok,” I thought as I assessed the damage.

The actual bumper was unscathed though the plastic grill looked pretty bad with some tools crunched into it. I did not want to touch anything so I left it as is. I then started to scan the area and saw no movement. I listened and did not hear anything which was creeping me out even more. I ran to the back of my SUV and quickly looked through what I had. I found my gym bag with dirty clothes and a pair of running shoes that I quickly put on to replace my leather soled dress shoes. I found one MRE, an LED flashlight, first aid kit, a small knife, poncho liner, fire starting materials, tow strap, and jumper cables. I put the flashlight in my pocket and made my way towards the gas station. I saw some pistol shell casings on the ground that looked to be .40 cal so I thought it might be the police that were doing the shooting. I crept up to the body lying on the ground and noticed that he had a fatal gunshot wound to the head. He also had on the matching shirt to the fast food restaurant inside.

I turned and started walking towards the building. I looked through the windows the best that I could and did not see anyone walking around. I walked in and saw more shell casings and noticed one window had a bullet hole through it. It was a little bit dark inside and now I was glad I paid extra on my pistol for the tritium night sites. I walked in and saw a rack with those fabric shopping bags that you are supposed to buy and reuse. I grabbed one and put it over my shoulder. The windows were letting in light in the front but the back of the place was a bit dark. I noticed that the place was a mess. There were candy bars and snack foods all over the place like a mob ran through here. I pulled out the little LED flashlight and turned it on and shined it on the back wall. There were those glass doors that hold all the beverages with most of the contents all over the place or gone. I walked over cautiously and scanned the area with the pistol in my strong hand braced on the hand with the flashlight like I was trained to do in the Marines. I saw a few bottles off water that I grabbed along with some caffeinated soda and sports drinks. Funny how all the beer was missing along with those trendy energy drinks. I quickly grabbed any candy bars, tissue paper, and snack food that were stilled sealed. My bag was getting heavy but I also saw a plastic gas can inside that I snagged.

I put all my new supplies by the door and rescanned the area one last time. I did not check the fast food side and walked over to that section. I immediately saw a body on the ground and shined the light on it. It also had a head shot along with a few body shots. This one looked like one of those businessman Harley guys that are plenty in Wisconsin. He had the clean jeans with an off the rack biker jacket. I scanned the light over the counter and saw a few more bodies with headshots. A few of them looked just like kids and I got a sick feeling in my stomach. As I walked around my feet kicked a few more pistol shells on the floor. “There must have been some major shooting going on in here,” I was thinking. I turned around as I noticed something silhouetted in the window.

“Oh crap, that’s a man,” I said as I looked at the person standing by the window blocking my path to the door. I raised the gun and light up to notice a very bloody and infected County Sheriff. I instinctively fired two shots to the chest and noticed him go back as he made a shrieking noise. “He’s got a vest on,” I thought as I lined up the 3-tritium dots on his head. “Slow steady squeeze,” I told myself as I fired a shot into his head. He dropped back onto the floor as the back of his head exploded from the hollow point bullet that just went through it. I did a panicked 360 scan of the place with my light and saw another person standing by the bathroom door. “OH CRAP,” I yelled as I placed the 3-tritium dots on her head. She came running at me as I fired. My first shot grazed the side of her head and she was still coming at me. I stepped back to gain more distance and then tripped over something and fell back onto the ground dropping my flashlight. “CRAP CRAP CRAP,” I could barley see her outline as the ambient light was fading. I just aimed the 3-tritium dots in the general direction of her head and fired for effect.

My slide locked to the rear as she dropped back. I scrambled for my flashlight and then looked at the body I tripped over. I looked like the person was half eaten and tore to pieces. I was now shaking from fear and scanning the whole place with the flashlight. “Oh CRAP!” as I hastily reloaded my last 10 round magazine. I shined the light on the lady I just shot and noticed that I hit her only twice in the head. She was wearing a Packers sweatshirt but I noticed she looked worse than most of the others. She looked almost decomposed a bit. I cautiously walked past the infected Sheriff that I just shot and noticed his radio. I very carefully reached down and grabbed it and also noticed the empty holster. He must have been one of the ones doing some of the shooting.

I grabbed my shopping bag along with the gas can and walked outside. I heard movement in the distance and noticed the sun was going down. I ran to the gas pumps as fast as I could and could not get any to work. I still threw the empty gas can in the back of the truck along with the rest of my loot. I jumped in the SUV as I noticed more movement closing in on me. Since I knew my bumper was pretty strong I thought I would take a few more of them out before I hit the desolate country road. I swerved around and drove back over the flower garden and noticed a few of those things within range. The closest one was a very obese woman in spandex that was moving like a large sloth. A few more were gaining on me too but she would be first. I sped up to about 45mph before I hit the infected sloth. It was like a detonation of red mist and fleshy pieces and then I felt the all terrain tires crush over her bones with a menacing sound.

Next up were two fast moving guys coming at me. I sped up this time to about 55mph as I made contact. “WHACK……THUMP…CRACK…. THUMP… THUMP,” “ Oh crap,”one guy went over the windshield as I ran over the other. I could hardly keep control of the SUV as I fought to keep it on the road. I looked back in the rearview mirror to witness the carnage behind me. “CRAP OH CRAP!” As I hear and see steam coming out of my hood. I start speeding down the county road to get as far away as possible as I see more of those things in my rearview mirror. Not sure how far the SUV will make it but no matter what, darkness is coming.

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Chapter 4 Zero Dark thirty

The SUV was not moving anymore and I’m out on a county road far from anything. I could see a farmhouse a few miles away but the sun is going down fast. The SUV’s power still worked so I put on the roof mounted auxiliary lights to shine down the road in front of me in addition to the headlights. As far as I could see it all looked clear. I emptied my gym bag and put in it the MRE, first aid kit, knife, poncho liner, fire starting materials, and the bottled beverages. I kept the small flashlight in my pocket and my G26 in my hands. I wore the gym duffle as a backpack and started down the road with the bright lights shinning on me. I would not be able to look back and see what’s behind me for a bit as the lights were so bright. It was now dark out with just the sound of my footsteps on pavement.

Maintaining my brisk walk I distanced myself about a mile down the road from the SUV and could still see the lights. I stopped as my night vision was coming to me and I could make out how remote this area really is with the exception of that farmhouse about a mile and half up the road. “I have to get to that house,” I told myself as I started moving up the road again. I glanced back one last time to the SUV and noticed the lights flickering, “hmm that is odd, the battery should last longer than that,” I mumbled out loud. I noticed the pattern of the flickering becoming very sporadic as I thought I saw something by the SUV. “HOLY CRAP,” I yelled out loud as I noticed the flickering was about 10-15 infected people moving in front of the SUV and coming down the road my way.

I started to run as fast as I could towards the farmhouse and wondered if the infected would take the path of the least resistance on the road like me. “I NEED TO GET OFF THIS ROAD,” I yelled to myself and I started double-timing it to the ditch. My lungs were burning and I felt sick to my stomach as I went the whole day without eating and dinking much. I was getting fatigued fast and not sure if I could make it to the house. For all I knew the house could be full of infected or not very secure for the night. I noticed a driveway up ahead and ran to it. “This I hope leads to the farmhouse,” I said to myself in a winded voice. I noticed the stars were out and I was able to see much better as my eyes got used to the dark. I franticly looked behind me down the road in the direction of the SUV. I froze when I saw that half of them were much closer than I expected. Some were moving fast while others still shuffled along further down the road. Two of the infected were getting real close to me within about 150 yards.

I was now about 500 yards from the farmhouse and in pure pain. My lungs were burning and I was about to crap my pants from dehydration and cramping. I was now staggering towards the house yelling my new mantra “I can’t go out like this, I can’t go out like this.” I looked back and saw those two now within 100yds and closing. I looked at the house in a in a last attempt to evaluate if I could sprint the final distance before the infected would reach me. “Oh God this is it” I cried as I realized that they would reach me before I would get to the house. I dropped my bag and turned to face them with the last 10rds in my G26. A few were within 75yds and closing and I yelled “COME GET IT!” and I sighted in the night sights with my shaking hands. What made me sick were all the others in the distance that were coming my way. I saw about 15 total and I knew from the past that I would probably only hit one or two with my last rounds. I would wait until they are within 10yds before I shoot to make the hit ration go up. One was getting real close and I tried to calm myself as I aimed in for the head.

I started firing and the infected person was still getting closer. He was within feet of me before I finally hit him in the head and he went down. I saw another infected getting close and I sighted in. It was a smaller person moving in on me. I lined up the 3 tritium dots and started firing until I heard the sickening sound the slide locking back on and empty pistol as this infected dropped from his now well ventilated head. “OH MOTHER OF GOD!” I screamed and I turned around and started running towards the house.
“SNAP…..SNAP….SNAP” as I heard the familiar sound of incoming small arms fire going past me. I could not tell were it was coming from but I looked behind me to see 10 of the infected still coming at me as I heard a “SNAP” wiz past me and the closest infected dropped. Someone was shooting them and they were a pretty good shot. I then heard the continuous snap of incoming rounds go over me as all the infected were being picked off. I just watched in awe as I saw these moving infected things dropping like flies. I turned and started running towards the farmhouse in the starlight.

I got to within 10 yards of the farmhouse and then heard a loud voice yell “FREEZE RIGHT THERE AND DON’T MOVE!….ARE YOU BIT OR DID YOU GET INFECTED BLOOD ON YOU?” I wheezed out “I’m Ok” the door to the house opened up and I noticed dim red light inside. I could not see any light from the distance when I was making my approach to the house. I heard another voice yell “GET IN HERE NOW” and I ran in as he closed the door behind me. I looked at the two guys and both were in ARMY uniforms and one had what looked like a .308 AR style rifle with a suppressor and night vision scope on it. The other had a M4 that also had a suppressor with night vision on it. The one holding the .308 spoke to me first, “I heard shooting and through the night vision scope I could see those ZEDS chasing you as you franticly tried to shoot back” he chuckled “You did not have a chance”. “More are coming as they probably heard his gunshots” the other snapped at the one holding the .308. I yelled “WHAT IS GOING ON? I HAVE HAD THESE INFECTED PEOPLE COME AT ME ALL DAY!”

The man with the .308 looked at me as he spoke, “Not sure how it started but it spread fast. It is transmitted through the blood and many people were biting each other and spreading it. This is National and for all we know global. The infected first were thought to be rabid but some are also starting to show signs of decomposition. Sure is Creepy”. I just stared wide-eyed as the other butted in, “You have to shoot them in the head, and body shots only slow them down. We were part of a larger unit at a roadblock a few miles form here and we got overrun. We were doing over watch from a distance and could not stop them all”. He looked down with a blank stare. The man with the .308 was getting behind the rifle again as he propped it up on a bookshelf. He was about 10 feet back from the window and now looking through the night vision scope. One window was open so he could aim out and I could feel the cool night breeze coming in. “Do you have any water or food? I dropped my bag of food and water running to this house”, I asked. “THERE COMING” the soldier with the .308 yelled as my stomach cramped once again.

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Chapter 7 vengeance

“NATE” Tim yelled as he ran towards Nate’s body. I could see blood spurting out of his neck as I looked in disbelief. Tim tried to apply a battle dressing to Nate’s neck but it was too late. We then heard what sounded like a crowd cheering and laughing over the hill. Before I could even react Tim grabbed an M4 and took off running over the hill. I could hear him laying down fire as I heard what sounded like hundreds of rounds of return fire moments after. I could hear him screaming in pain and then he gurgled out a faint
“run…there is about 30” and then I heard a final gunshot.

I was still in a bit of disbelief as I grabbed my bags, also took the .308 sniper rifle, and Nate’s vest. I was saddened to have to leave them like this but not sure what else to do. I quickly ran down the street and then jumped in the ditch as I heard more cheering. Crawling in the ditch I caught sight of a good-sized culvert and crawled into it. I was having a hard time with all the gear but got about 15 feet inside of it and noticed a T junction that was going up towards the town. It was starting to get dark in the culvert but I kept on going deeper into it. I finally stopped to collect myself.

I could hear the faint sound of what sounded like motorcycles going over the culvert and cheering. I just could not believe that with all the other problems we ran into uninfected people that were also a real threat. I sat in the dark for some time until my nerves calmed a bit. I flipped down my Night vision goggles and turned on my IR light and started making my way deeper into the now widening culvert. About 100 yards away I could see a small hint of light. I slowly made my way to the light and soon had to take the goggles off. As I got closer to the light I could hear more sounds of people cheering and laughing. “What the heck is going on?” I mumbled to myself as I crept my way to the light. It was a storm drain on what looked like a sidewalk facing the street.

I took my helmet off and only grabbed an M9 as I slowly crept up to the light. I was looking at the main street and was about ankle height to the people on the street. Once my eyes adjusted to the light I got a grizzly view. I kept back far enough so no one would be able to see me. As I looked out I saw some bodies on the street and some more bodies tied up hanging off of buildings. Some looked like infected and some just looked dread. This was an old-fashioned style town with the main street with small shops on both sides of the street. I could see the reflections on the shop windows and see what was right above me. It looked like a bunch of high school kids in various dress all with guns. Most had SKS’s, AK variants, and pistol grip shotguns, with a few with pistols. Most were wearing baggy sports clothing or gothic dress and were of mixed races. The ones directly across from me were also drinking. It looked like a scene out of one of those small wars in Nigeria. Most of the kids looked like they were stoned. I could hear screams from what sounded like women too.

“If I’m going to go out it’s not going to be like a rat in the sewer!” I mumbled as I started sorting gear. I kept hearing sporadic gunfire and more violence above. I quietly started to recon the tunnels and found out that I had about six of these storm drains with three on each side that gave me a great field of view of most of the street. I then started making weapons caches at each of the storm drains and left the .308, food, and water close to the exit of the tunnel were I cam in. I felt like a tunnel rat methodically planning my attack. My plan was to fire from each of the storm drains to create a diversion and then fall back to the exit with the sniper rifle. I was hoping with all the noise above the suppressed M4 would not be too noticeable. I quickly did a quick recon of all the storm drains as hate was filling my mind.

I was just about to return from the last storm drain when I heard some women scream. I had to really get close to the storm drain and look off to the side to see some of those punks dragging a group of about ten women that looked to be aged from the 20’s on up to early 40’s. The women were tied together by their hands and feet and could hardly move with the punks dragging them and more punks all cheering. I heard one yell “THESE ARE OUR DATES FOR TONIGHT! As he licked one of the girls on the face and grabbed her in the butt as all the girls screamed. The punks all laughed and cheered. My blood was boiling and I mumbled, “It’s go time”.

This was going to complicate my plan but I was going to have to gamble that they were going to delay in harming the women. I am guessing they killed the men that were with them. “What the heck happened to the infected and who the heck are these guys?” I thought as I put on Nate’s vest and doubled checked the gear. I could still see some of Nate’s blood on the vest and I almost lost it. I noticed that the sun was going down and I had to move now.

I moved to the storm drain in the vicinity of that the guy with the women and could see him push them all inside a Van and then shut the door on them. The van looked empty so I waited for him to turn around as he was swigging what looked like a 40oz beer and started to raise a pistol in the air as if to fire. I crept up my M4 up though I had to aim in at an odd angle to line up to him. As I looked through the scope I put the aiming red chevron of the Acog in his groin area. I waited and then He fired and I squeezed the trigger. The suppressed M4 was still louder than I expected but I saw a pink mist through the scope of what used to be his genitalia. I quickly ran to another storm drain and sighted in on another punk. I noticed that they all started to aim and fire their guns high as if a sniper was shooting at them from the rooftop.

This was great as they were all shooting drowning out my sounds and I could move and fire without detection. The sun kept going down as I kept on shooting these punks with extreme prejudice. It was getting harder to see them and I noticed that they stopped shooting. I slowly moved to the closest storm drain to my exit point. I started to aim but saw no movement. I silently waited as I scanned the area and hoped the women were ok. Just as I was about to move a shoe stepped down right in front of my opening. I crept the muzzle within inches of the tacky looking gothic boot’s heel. I noticed that it had metal studs on it and would soon have a bit more metal on it. I fired right into the heel and heard a scream as the punk fell forward right into my view. He did not even see me as I aimed in on his neck. This punk was emo looking with a flock of seagull’s hair cut and makeup on. I fired as he now lay there gurgling as the 5.56 ripped his throat out. “Time to move” I mumbled.

I quickly made my way back out the tunnel system and grabbed the .308 sniper rifle and a sip of water. I made my way to the ditch and noticed it was now pretty dark out. I attached the night vision scope back on in front of the sniper scope. I then put my night vision goggles to move. I slowly crawled up the ditch lane and then paused to look up at the street. I was now parallel With Nate’s body and kept low crawling over the hill. I slowly scanned the area. I slid up the ditch up near the road as I placed the rifles bipod legs on the shoulder as I lay in the ditch. I switched the scope on and clicked the IR laser on too. As I scanned the area I could now see Tim’s body just a little bit down the other side of the road. I almost wanted to cry as two of the nicest men I have met lay dead next to me.

I could see the Van and no one near it. I saw about 10 guys running around the street aiming their guns at shops and taking pot shots at the tricks their minds were now playing on them. I moved the IR laser on the first guy and fired on his stomach as I saw him reach for his groin. He dropped, as the others did not notice yet as I was about 200 yards away. Next target I again aimed for the stomach and it hit him in the groin too. “Ha ha I guess it’s shooting a little low” I heckled as I aimed in on another. Now they were starting to take cover and one was creeping up on the Van. He got within 10 yards as I aimed just above his head and squeezed telling myself “slow steady squeeze” as the recoil caught me by surprise as the punk snapped back to the ground. I kept on shooting until one was left. He was in the middle of the street and running around in circles shooting at the rooftops of the shops. I was not good at moving target but would try my luck. I started to lead him a bit and fired. I missed as he turned around and started running right at me! I guess with my distance and the suppressor he had no idea were I was at. I aimed center mass and fired. Gut shot as he went down screaming. I scanned the area and noticed the majority of the guys were still moving on the ground and screaming. I chuckled as I watched.

I started to run down into the town. I scanned the area with the scope as I got up to the Van. I opened the back door and all the women started to Scream. “IT’S OK I’M HEAR TO HELP YOU” I said as I pulled out a knife to cut their ropes. I then yelled the only thing I could think of, “I’M A US MARINE HERE TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE”. I quickly cut their ropes and told them all to hold on to one another’s shoulders and get in a single file line and the first on to grab onto my vest. I quickly led them back out of the town towards the culvert. “I have food and water not to far away” as some of the women said “thank you”. We got to the culvert and I quickly cracked some chem. Lights and threw them inside. I said, “take these and go inside until you see the T to the right and then go right…you will then see some backpacks and inside are food and water”.

I then ran up to the road and scanned the area one last time. I then looked the opposite way down the road and saw movement. It was a large mob of infected shuffling our way about 500 yards away. I quickly scanned the area and found some dead pieces of wood from the ditch line and what other shrubs I could pullout to use to block the culverts entranceways. I wedged as much debris as I could until I was sure nothing would get through the culverts and then made my way to the women. “ Is everyone OK?….please be quiet and wait here” I said as I made my way up the tunnel closer towards the town. I have to get the infected to pass the culvert. I made my way to one of the storm drains and with my night vision goggles I could see a few of the punks moaning on the ground. I pulled out my M9 and aimed it at one of the punk’s legs and fired. He started screaming real loud and cussing. The other thug that was close started to try and crawl away as I aimed in on his foot and fired. This one made another loud scream as he too started to cuss. I moved around too all of the storm drains and inflicted more painful wounds on the injured punks to keep them screaming.

I then made it back to the women who were all sobbing and said quietly “ be real quiet as a large mob of infected people are moving right over us on the road and they are probably going to pass through the town as I left them a little bit of bait”. We all huddled together silently in the cold tunnel as we heard the sound of the undead getting louder and the screams of the wounded punks getting ever more frantic. We heard a few last screams of the punks as they were muffled out by the moans of the undead. I realized that I had a grin on my face.

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