Friday, July 18, 2014

Defense With The BoomStick

(Disclaimer: This post is an ongoing story set in a world where zombies have taken over and people are fighting to survive anyway they can. Originally it was a post of news and tips to help survivors make it one more day alive, but now it has became a story of my fight to survive and to keep on living.)

Year 5. Week 47.

Amarillo was a warzone.

I couldn’t put that any simpler. It was loud, bloody, hot, scary and a bit costly.

Since Wednesday we’ve been heading back to Salt Lake City and should be getting there today. Just going over what went down in that fight in my mind and thinking of how things might have gone differently or we could have done differently. Short of just bombing the entire city and not putting any folks near the city would have prevented any losses.

Flashing back a few days, the fight was going well. The bombing runs were going well and we had the vehicles and fighters on the outskirts of the city. We were waiting for more intel before we contemplated sending anyone in. From the looks we got we didn’t see any ambushes or traps laid out. That made us a bit cocky and sure of ourselves and lulled us into a false sense of security. There was no way we were further from the truth.

How it went down felt like a blur. I was standing on watch with a buddy of mine Robert, just shooting and then bam! All of a sudden, this pack of zombies came busting out of this wall. I yelled out a warning to Robert, but it was too late as they bore down on him and ripped him apart in a matter of seconds. If the warning wasn’t raised at that point the gunfire really got people amped up and fighting back. We didn’t notice a second pack that appeared out of nowhere from a side alley.

They waded into our group and were biting left and right; not stopping to eat, but trying and infect as many of us as they possible. That sort of mentality in the zombies means there is one or more radioactive zombies around leading them. In that initial attack we lost about twenty members of our group. We took care of the folks who got bitten as well as we couldn’t risk waiting for them to turn and they didn’t want to even turn. We loaded ourselves up in the vehicles and pulled back a bit as we got surveillance looking for the zombies running the show.

That initial fight was bloody and somewhat costly, as we lost almost half of our ground forces. It was when we went looking for the radioactive zombies that it got worse for our group as there was a hard-fought fight inside this industrial complex where we lost about fifteen or so fighters. Leaving the building to be bombed would have been easier, but no way would we be able to confirm if the radioactive zombies were killed. It cost us a lot, but we got them as it was two of those radioactive bastards running the show. Gotta say it felt good to smash their heads in.

As we head back to Salt Lake City bloody, bruised and with barely any of the people remaining, we left with momentum going our way. Hopefully some reinforcements will arrive soon to get us back up to a fighting strength to continue eradicating these damn zombies.


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