the ancient bodies buried in ice on mountains began to stir in their glassy graves. Non-embalmed Mummies, bodies in funeral homes, hospital morgues all regained some form of life. Some of the dead were without eyes, some without mouths, and others with noses missing. The dead seemed to have a new sense that enabled them to seek out the living, something that modern science could not explain but still the cities of the dead stirred to life once more.
A clock towers’ chime broke the night’s silence, signalling dinnertime. In the light drizzle, caught by some flickering streetlights, muffled shots broke out in all directions. The undead heavily outnumbered the platoons. Like a shark replacing its teeth, for every dead person that was gunned down another seemed to appear in its place, the dead looked as if they were unstoppable.
As hordes of the dead closed in, hand-to-hand combat become ineffective and before long, the soldiers were screaming out in pain as their camouflage suits were bitten into, their flesh and arteries torn. Muffled sounds of the dead were drowned out by the piercing cries of the dying men.
One officer took the liberty of ending his and his fellow soldiers’ lives by shooting at an overturned multi car transporter. It contained many of the latest models of sport cars at one time destined to be driven, but now with nowhere to go it seemed the most appropriate use for the expensive machines. As the fuel tanks of the cars began to explode the cars parked on the street were torn apart in turn. The remaining six soldiers including House and Finn were blown off balance by the blasts, as wheels, glass and metal scattered in the warming air. The screams silenced as the debris settled on the street.
House found himsel f embedded in an abandoned car and he removed his light body armour to release himself. Hearing cries of pain, he looked across the street to see burning men walked blindly, their clothes and flesh awash with flames. It was difficult to distinguish the dead smouldering corpses from his men; House had lost friends throughout the years, but not so many in such a short time.
Parish, stood injured with his back to Finn. Finn blinded in one eye by a deep gash across his face, walked towards Parish to assist him. As Finn turned his fellow soldier around, the soldier lunged forwards attacking him. Finn leaped back, he reached for his gun but it had been lost in the blast. Finn kicked Parish backwards impaling him on some twisted metal debris. The soldier tried to grasp and grab Finn with his gnarled hands. House appearing behind Finn ended Parish’s’ hunger with a few shots to the head and his body slid further down the protruding scorched metal. House’s arm ached, shaking his limbs loose, he bent down and scooped up a handgun from the floor and slapped it in Finn’s hand.
“This is a rescue mission? It looks like we’re the ones needing rescuing, and no air support?” babbled Finn.
“This person better be worth it. Finn keep it together,” spat House, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
They both picked off the remaining dead in the surrounding area as they made their way to the lobby of the thirties style hotel; their mission’s destination.
House and Finn jammed the revolving glass doors closed, their footsteps echoed as they dashed across the hotels lavishly decorated lobby. The dead slammed their bodies noisily against the glass behind them.
The muffled sounds of moaning and thumps could be heard as far as the as the lift area and the emergency stairwell. With only the backup generator lights and small mounted lights on their guns, House and Finn ascended the emergency stairs.
Outside the hotel what remained of a once white, fast food van continued to burn in the street fires, bottles of gas bursting violently, obliterating what remained of the van.
House and Finn felt the blast as they approached the first floor of the hotel. The two men could
A clock towers’ chime broke the night’s silence, signalling dinnertime. In the light drizzle, caught by some flickering streetlights, muffled shots broke out in all directions. The undead heavily outnumbered the platoons. Like a shark replacing its teeth, for every dead person that was gunned down another seemed to appear in its place, the dead looked as if they were unstoppable.
As hordes of the dead closed in, hand-to-hand combat become ineffective and before long, the soldiers were screaming out in pain as their camouflage suits were bitten into, their flesh and arteries torn. Muffled sounds of the dead were drowned out by the piercing cries of the dying men.
One officer took the liberty of ending his and his fellow soldiers’ lives by shooting at an overturned multi car transporter. It contained many of the latest models of sport cars at one time destined to be driven, but now with nowhere to go it seemed the most appropriate use for the expensive machines. As the fuel tanks of the cars began to explode the cars parked on the street were torn apart in turn. The remaining six soldiers including House and Finn were blown off balance by the blasts, as wheels, glass and metal scattered in the warming air. The screams silenced as the debris settled on the street.
House found himsel f embedded in an abandoned car and he removed his light body armour to release himself. Hearing cries of pain, he looked across the street to see burning men walked blindly, their clothes and flesh awash with flames. It was difficult to distinguish the dead smouldering corpses from his men; House had lost friends throughout the years, but not so many in such a short time.
Parish, stood injured with his back to Finn. Finn blinded in one eye by a deep gash across his face, walked towards Parish to assist him. As Finn turned his fellow soldier around, the soldier lunged forwards attacking him. Finn leaped back, he reached for his gun but it had been lost in the blast. Finn kicked Parish backwards impaling him on some twisted metal debris. The soldier tried to grasp and grab Finn with his gnarled hands. House appearing behind Finn ended Parish’s’ hunger with a few shots to the head and his body slid further down the protruding scorched metal. House’s arm ached, shaking his limbs loose, he bent down and scooped up a handgun from the floor and slapped it in Finn’s hand.
“This is a rescue mission? It looks like we’re the ones needing rescuing, and no air support?” babbled Finn.
“This person better be worth it. Finn keep it together,” spat House, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
They both picked off the remaining dead in the surrounding area as they made their way to the lobby of the thirties style hotel; their mission’s destination.
House and Finn jammed the revolving glass doors closed, their footsteps echoed as they dashed across the hotels lavishly decorated lobby. The dead slammed their bodies noisily against the glass behind them.
The muffled sounds of moaning and thumps could be heard as far as the as the lift area and the emergency stairwell. With only the backup generator lights and small mounted lights on their guns, House and Finn ascended the emergency stairs.
Outside the hotel what remained of a once white, fast food van continued to burn in the street fires, bottles of gas bursting violently, obliterating what remained of the van.
House and Finn felt the blast as they approached the first floor of the hotel. The two men could
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