moment. “The LT wants us to hold this position. He says no one should be shooting; we are not to fire warning shots. We can only return fire if we are fired upon.”
“What?” Hard-on yelled, dumbfounded.
“Tell that dumb bastard what’s going on up here!” I shouted.
Sadler argued into the radio. “The LT says do not fire unless fired upon!” he repeated.
The lead villagers stumbled forward. As they closed with us, we could all plainly see that something was extremely wrong with them, that they were all fucked. The closest man to us could barely walk. One of his arms hung limp and useless at his side. His clothing was bloodstained and torn. His face was shredded so badly that I could plainly see his teeth and part of his jaw bone, and he was missing an eye. The next two behind him looked even more fucked up.
“Are you guys seeing this shit?” Hard-on yelled. “They’ve all got the virus!”
“Shut up!” Sadler screamed. “Everyone hold your fire! The LT says do not fire!”
Everyone stood their ground as the villagers advanced; we followed our orders to the last.
The lead villager stumbled into the line. He grappled with one of Sadler’s men and they went down in a twist of thrashing limbs.
“Fuck this!” Hard-on bellowed. He opened fire on the closest villager. The man crumpled under the point blank rounds, but continued to crawl forward. Hard-on stopped shooting and viciously stomped the man’s head in. I could hear his victim’s skull crunch under his boots.
We all opened fire on the villagers attacking us. They went down, but continued to struggle forward despite suffering wounds that would kill a normal man. All of us emptied clip after clip into the struggling corpses at our feet, until our targets were completely dismembered. Even the pieces remained animate.
The first line of attackers was down, but more were advancing through the huts towards us.
“Cease fire!” Sadler screamed.
Once we stopped shooting I could still hear gunfire in the distance.
“Mother Mary, full of grace…” Gunner began chanting.
The LT’s voice came dimly through the radio.
“Shit, we’re fucked now,” Sadler cursed.
He shouted into the radio, trying to explain our situation to the lieutenant over the chaos around him; everyone was talking at once.
“Everyone shut up!” I yelled.
“The LT says we can fire at our discretion, they’ve been attacked too!” Sadler shouted.
“That’s mighty white of him, but did you tell him that shooting them doesn’t seem to be doing much good?” I asked.
“Yeah, I did. The CO seems to think that they are either on drugs or really sick or some such shit. He suggested head shots,” Sadler laughed.
“Typical,” I responded.
“Here they come!” Hard-on warned.
The villagers staggered up the path into a hail of lead. The platoon opened up with everything we had. I saw several of them take shots center mass that would drop a linebacker. They staggered back a pace or two, and just kept coming. Quite a few of the villagers went down, their legs blown out, but they continued to crawl forward. One of them lost both arms but just kept staggering forward until Gunner turned the SAW on him. The big gun blew the man into bloody lumps. His head jumped off his shattered torso and rolled away.
I tried to concentrate on headshots. My second target took three solid shots to the head, stopping each time before coming forward again. My fourth shot decapitated the target, and he fell over into the mud. Before my unbelieving eyes, the headless corpse staggered back upright and stumbled slowly forward again, its fingers groping blindly.
A headless attacker was too much for Gunner. He stopped firing and dropped the SAW into the mud, then fell to his knees and began praying. He crossed himself repeatedly, chanting the first lines of the Lord’s Prayer over and over again.
Luckily, we ran out of targets before our ammo gave out completely, but it was close. The
“What?” Hard-on yelled, dumbfounded.
“Tell that dumb bastard what’s going on up here!” I shouted.
Sadler argued into the radio. “The LT says do not fire unless fired upon!” he repeated.
The lead villagers stumbled forward. As they closed with us, we could all plainly see that something was extremely wrong with them, that they were all fucked. The closest man to us could barely walk. One of his arms hung limp and useless at his side. His clothing was bloodstained and torn. His face was shredded so badly that I could plainly see his teeth and part of his jaw bone, and he was missing an eye. The next two behind him looked even more fucked up.
“Are you guys seeing this shit?” Hard-on yelled. “They’ve all got the virus!”
“Shut up!” Sadler screamed. “Everyone hold your fire! The LT says do not fire!”
Everyone stood their ground as the villagers advanced; we followed our orders to the last.
The lead villager stumbled into the line. He grappled with one of Sadler’s men and they went down in a twist of thrashing limbs.
“Fuck this!” Hard-on bellowed. He opened fire on the closest villager. The man crumpled under the point blank rounds, but continued to crawl forward. Hard-on stopped shooting and viciously stomped the man’s head in. I could hear his victim’s skull crunch under his boots.
We all opened fire on the villagers attacking us. They went down, but continued to struggle forward despite suffering wounds that would kill a normal man. All of us emptied clip after clip into the struggling corpses at our feet, until our targets were completely dismembered. Even the pieces remained animate.
The first line of attackers was down, but more were advancing through the huts towards us.
“Cease fire!” Sadler screamed.
Once we stopped shooting I could still hear gunfire in the distance.
“Mother Mary, full of grace…” Gunner began chanting.
The LT’s voice came dimly through the radio.
“Shit, we’re fucked now,” Sadler cursed.
He shouted into the radio, trying to explain our situation to the lieutenant over the chaos around him; everyone was talking at once.
“Everyone shut up!” I yelled.
“The LT says we can fire at our discretion, they’ve been attacked too!” Sadler shouted.
“That’s mighty white of him, but did you tell him that shooting them doesn’t seem to be doing much good?” I asked.
“Yeah, I did. The CO seems to think that they are either on drugs or really sick or some such shit. He suggested head shots,” Sadler laughed.
“Typical,” I responded.
“Here they come!” Hard-on warned.
The villagers staggered up the path into a hail of lead. The platoon opened up with everything we had. I saw several of them take shots center mass that would drop a linebacker. They staggered back a pace or two, and just kept coming. Quite a few of the villagers went down, their legs blown out, but they continued to crawl forward. One of them lost both arms but just kept staggering forward until Gunner turned the SAW on him. The big gun blew the man into bloody lumps. His head jumped off his shattered torso and rolled away.
I tried to concentrate on headshots. My second target took three solid shots to the head, stopping each time before coming forward again. My fourth shot decapitated the target, and he fell over into the mud. Before my unbelieving eyes, the headless corpse staggered back upright and stumbled slowly forward again, its fingers groping blindly.
A headless attacker was too much for Gunner. He stopped firing and dropped the SAW into the mud, then fell to his knees and began praying. He crossed himself repeatedly, chanting the first lines of the Lord’s Prayer over and over again.
Luckily, we ran out of targets before our ammo gave out completely, but it was close. The
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