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facing away from him. The stocky junior sergeant casually pulled his
sidearm and fired into the back of one man’s head. The body slumped to the
ground before tipping forward into the abyss. A second shot rang out and
another man dropped down with blood spurting in fits from his opened skull.
The sergeant
aimed for the third man and pulled the trigger, but the weapon did not fire. He
fiddled with it for a moment and then raised his weapon again. But this time,
he dropped dead.
Without
thinking of the consequences, Charlie had used up the last of his machine gun
rounds with a sudden burst. It had been rather satisfying. The two remaining
soldiers looked at him briefly, then disappeared into the woods, confused but
happy to escape their summary execution.
Charlie and
company waited for more soldiers to come streaming into the area to annihilate
them, but none did. Soon the forest was quiet again except for the sound of
blood trickling down the mountain of bodies. It was almost peaceful.
“What are the
Chinese doing way out here? And why are they shooting each other?” Charlie
asked while grabbing the officer’s 5.8 mm pistol and ammo.
“Maybe food’s
getting low?” Rob said, proving once more what occupied most of his limited
thinking power.
“Possibly,”
Smokey said, getting that familiar smug look on his face. “But the ones that
just got shot weren’t Chinese. They were wearing North Korean uniforms.”
“How would
you—”
“Gay Mike and
I used to get baked and watch that shitty Red Dawn remake over and over.
Between you and me, I think he had a thing for Chris Hemwsworth. But anyways,
those brown uniforms look just like the ones the Norks wore in the movie.”
Charlie took
a last look at the dead and moved on, spatially and emotionally. “They must
have disobeyed orders. Poor bastards are on their own now, though. Let’s hope
nobody comes looking for the other jerkwad.”
They followed
the tracks of the wheelbarrows out of the area and came upon an empty bean
field. On the other side was the strip mall, exactly where Mother Agnes’s map
said it would be. It also became clear what the Chinese were up to in the area.
Monstrous cooling towers loomed over the ruined town, billowing steam out like
a pair of twin volcanoes.
“It’s a nuke
plant. Great. They’re probably swarming all over the place to secure it,”
Charlie said. “Can’t be having meltdowns getting in the way of their invasion,
I suppose.”
Rob started
jogging across the field. “We’re so close, can’t turn back now. Just have this
one little field to cross. Easy peas y,” he added, making a rare joke.
“Those are
beans,” Charlie said. “But you’re right. Make it quick.”
A minute
later they reached the back of the strip mall and used an access ladder to
reach the roof. Smokey had theorized the door up top would have been propped
open so workers could sneak cigarettes, and he was right. The guy was on a
roll.
A stroll down
the stairwell took them into a laundromat located directly next to the doctor’s
office. The place was empty and untouched by the fire that had consumed much of
the town, so Rob tapped the wall to find the studs, then bashed a hole in the
drywall. He peeked inside the next room.
“Looks
clear.”
The moment
the words left his mouth, Rob quickly ducked back into the laundromat as a pair
of bloody hands reached through the hole after him.
“Jesus!”
Charlie sputtered and swung his assault rifle ineffectually while Smokey
prepared to pull the trigger on his own.
“Don’t
shoot!” Rob ordered.
The zombie, a
rather average-looking guy in sweatpants, had become lodged in the hole and was
now writhing like a trapped animal. Rob got to his feet, locked eyes with the
creature and brought his bat down over its head with a thud. He pushed the now
motionless corpse back through the hole and peeked in again, albeit more
carefully this time.
“Looks clear.
For real now.”
The trio
entered the
sidearm and fired into the back of one man’s head. The body slumped to the
ground before tipping forward into the abyss. A second shot rang out and
another man dropped down with blood spurting in fits from his opened skull.
The sergeant
aimed for the third man and pulled the trigger, but the weapon did not fire. He
fiddled with it for a moment and then raised his weapon again. But this time,
he dropped dead.
Without
thinking of the consequences, Charlie had used up the last of his machine gun
rounds with a sudden burst. It had been rather satisfying. The two remaining
soldiers looked at him briefly, then disappeared into the woods, confused but
happy to escape their summary execution.
Charlie and
company waited for more soldiers to come streaming into the area to annihilate
them, but none did. Soon the forest was quiet again except for the sound of
blood trickling down the mountain of bodies. It was almost peaceful.
“What are the
Chinese doing way out here? And why are they shooting each other?” Charlie
asked while grabbing the officer’s 5.8 mm pistol and ammo.
“Maybe food’s
getting low?” Rob said, proving once more what occupied most of his limited
thinking power.
“Possibly,”
Smokey said, getting that familiar smug look on his face. “But the ones that
just got shot weren’t Chinese. They were wearing North Korean uniforms.”
“How would
you—”
“Gay Mike and
I used to get baked and watch that shitty Red Dawn remake over and over.
Between you and me, I think he had a thing for Chris Hemwsworth. But anyways,
those brown uniforms look just like the ones the Norks wore in the movie.”
Charlie took
a last look at the dead and moved on, spatially and emotionally. “They must
have disobeyed orders. Poor bastards are on their own now, though. Let’s hope
nobody comes looking for the other jerkwad.”
They followed
the tracks of the wheelbarrows out of the area and came upon an empty bean
field. On the other side was the strip mall, exactly where Mother Agnes’s map
said it would be. It also became clear what the Chinese were up to in the area.
Monstrous cooling towers loomed over the ruined town, billowing steam out like
a pair of twin volcanoes.
“It’s a nuke
plant. Great. They’re probably swarming all over the place to secure it,”
Charlie said. “Can’t be having meltdowns getting in the way of their invasion,
I suppose.”
Rob started
jogging across the field. “We’re so close, can’t turn back now. Just have this
one little field to cross. Easy peas y,” he added, making a rare joke.
“Those are
beans,” Charlie said. “But you’re right. Make it quick.”
A minute
later they reached the back of the strip mall and used an access ladder to
reach the roof. Smokey had theorized the door up top would have been propped
open so workers could sneak cigarettes, and he was right. The guy was on a
roll.
A stroll down
the stairwell took them into a laundromat located directly next to the doctor’s
office. The place was empty and untouched by the fire that had consumed much of
the town, so Rob tapped the wall to find the studs, then bashed a hole in the
drywall. He peeked inside the next room.
“Looks
clear.”
The moment
the words left his mouth, Rob quickly ducked back into the laundromat as a pair
of bloody hands reached through the hole after him.
“Jesus!”
Charlie sputtered and swung his assault rifle ineffectually while Smokey
prepared to pull the trigger on his own.
“Don’t
shoot!” Rob ordered.
The zombie, a
rather average-looking guy in sweatpants, had become lodged in the hole and was
now writhing like a trapped animal. Rob got to his feet, locked eyes with the
creature and brought his bat down over its head with a thud. He pushed the now
motionless corpse back through the hole and peeked in again, albeit more
carefully this time.
“Looks clear.
For real now.”
The trio
entered the
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