OUTNUMBERED volume 3: A Zombie Apocalypse Series by Robert Schobernd
Authors: Robert Schobernd
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edge of the woods? I don't think it's zombies, looks more like humans sneaking around. It's almost like they're taking up positions to fight; one dropped down behind a felled log and several are hiding behind big tree trunks. All of them are wearing military camo uniforms, and they're armed with assault rifles."
"This is Momma, Zeb. I'm seeing the same thing on the west side, and I guess there are about ten or more. They just started moving through the trees and brush half a minute ago."
Zeb cut in. "That's about the same number I've seen, maybe a dozen. Tom, Shane, you guys catch that?"
I replied, "Good work, both of you. Don't sound the alarm. Stay down below the steel reinforcement so they can't shoot you. Since they might not know they've been spotted you've switched surprise from their side to our side."
"Shane, Ed, John, Andrea, Morgan, Ira and Shana. Check in." All seven replied then waited for my directions. "Shana, get all ten children to the safe room. Ed, get some heavy duty weapons up to the second floor. I don't know what’s going on or what to expect, so get prepared for the worst. The rest of us will move everyone else upstairs to battle stations. The entire first level needs to be clear in ten minutes. Morgan, when you get upstairs check the four ammo storage bins and make sure there's plenty for a long siege. These guys don't appear to be here to sell us raffle tickets. Andrea, seek out Elsie and tell her to get a headcount ASAP to ensure everyone is upstairs. Ira, get Marcie and set up an emergency hospital in one of the interior rooms upstairs. That's it, let’s move. Until we know differently, prepare to be under attack."
Foot traffic on the four stairways became hectic as people carried rifles and spare magazines and boxes of ammunition for their specific weapon to the second floor. Andrea, Marilyn Deutsch, and two of the Halcom girls packed large trays of roast beef, cheeses, home made bread and condiments up the stairs.
Ed wore stern features as he plowed a path to the elevator carrying two Barrett M82A1 50 caliber rifles with night scopes. Behind him four young men and women he'd commandeered carried two M24 sniper rifles in their heavy black plastic cases and two of the older model SMAW rocket propelled grenade launchers. As I neared a stairway, I looked toward the elevator and saw Ed and two of his mules run with enthusiasm back in the direction of the underground heavy weapons armory. An ammo run I guessed. The elevator cage rose, and the two ladies escorted the weapons to the second floor.
Upstairs I encountered organized confusion. Everyone looked grim as they went to their assigned stations. No one knew what to expect. I started directing people to battle stations or to stand by over by the food storage area and wait to be assigned.
Verlie called me on the radio. "Two tank-looking vehicles are coming up the driveway. The first one is tan and the other is painted in camouflage patterns."
"Tom," Zeb called, "the first one is a Humvee and the second is, I think, an armored personnel carrier like big city SWAT teams use."
"Thanks, Zeb. You and Verlie get out of the watch towers and work with the rest of us. You make tempting target hanging out there. If they have any heavy weapons I bet they'll be inclined to take those guard towers out first just to show us they can."
The two vehicles approached slowly. The Humvee stopped a hundred feet from the gate; it looked familiar. I was sure I'd seen that particular vehicle before. If it belonged to who I thought it did that bothered me. The second vehicle stayed back another hundred feet. I watched through a gunport as a slender, brown haired, man was pushed from the Humvee, fell to the ground, and rolled. The APC behind it looked like an older model BearCat with medium grade armor. I grabbed a pair of binoculars and checked out the machine guns on each vehicles. The Humvee mounted a M249 5.56mm light machine gun on top and would be fired
"This is Momma, Zeb. I'm seeing the same thing on the west side, and I guess there are about ten or more. They just started moving through the trees and brush half a minute ago."
Zeb cut in. "That's about the same number I've seen, maybe a dozen. Tom, Shane, you guys catch that?"
I replied, "Good work, both of you. Don't sound the alarm. Stay down below the steel reinforcement so they can't shoot you. Since they might not know they've been spotted you've switched surprise from their side to our side."
"Shane, Ed, John, Andrea, Morgan, Ira and Shana. Check in." All seven replied then waited for my directions. "Shana, get all ten children to the safe room. Ed, get some heavy duty weapons up to the second floor. I don't know what’s going on or what to expect, so get prepared for the worst. The rest of us will move everyone else upstairs to battle stations. The entire first level needs to be clear in ten minutes. Morgan, when you get upstairs check the four ammo storage bins and make sure there's plenty for a long siege. These guys don't appear to be here to sell us raffle tickets. Andrea, seek out Elsie and tell her to get a headcount ASAP to ensure everyone is upstairs. Ira, get Marcie and set up an emergency hospital in one of the interior rooms upstairs. That's it, let’s move. Until we know differently, prepare to be under attack."
Foot traffic on the four stairways became hectic as people carried rifles and spare magazines and boxes of ammunition for their specific weapon to the second floor. Andrea, Marilyn Deutsch, and two of the Halcom girls packed large trays of roast beef, cheeses, home made bread and condiments up the stairs.
Ed wore stern features as he plowed a path to the elevator carrying two Barrett M82A1 50 caliber rifles with night scopes. Behind him four young men and women he'd commandeered carried two M24 sniper rifles in their heavy black plastic cases and two of the older model SMAW rocket propelled grenade launchers. As I neared a stairway, I looked toward the elevator and saw Ed and two of his mules run with enthusiasm back in the direction of the underground heavy weapons armory. An ammo run I guessed. The elevator cage rose, and the two ladies escorted the weapons to the second floor.
Upstairs I encountered organized confusion. Everyone looked grim as they went to their assigned stations. No one knew what to expect. I started directing people to battle stations or to stand by over by the food storage area and wait to be assigned.
Verlie called me on the radio. "Two tank-looking vehicles are coming up the driveway. The first one is tan and the other is painted in camouflage patterns."
"Tom," Zeb called, "the first one is a Humvee and the second is, I think, an armored personnel carrier like big city SWAT teams use."
"Thanks, Zeb. You and Verlie get out of the watch towers and work with the rest of us. You make tempting target hanging out there. If they have any heavy weapons I bet they'll be inclined to take those guard towers out first just to show us they can."
The two vehicles approached slowly. The Humvee stopped a hundred feet from the gate; it looked familiar. I was sure I'd seen that particular vehicle before. If it belonged to who I thought it did that bothered me. The second vehicle stayed back another hundred feet. I watched through a gunport as a slender, brown haired, man was pushed from the Humvee, fell to the ground, and rolled. The APC behind it looked like an older model BearCat with medium grade armor. I grabbed a pair of binoculars and checked out the machine guns on each vehicles. The Humvee mounted a M249 5.56mm light machine gun on top and would be fired
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