55 Hey There! Whats up!? (1/2)
”Fire at will!” someone said on the radio.
”Fire at will! Kill those bastards and protect the president!” a man wearing a three star general uniform barked through an old radio communicator that was probably around WWI or WWII.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zoooom~~~~! Boom~~!
Surprisingly, there are two Spitfires fighter planes flying and swooping down from the skies as they would shoot at the packed of zombies on the ground, giving some aerial support for the defending soldiers below.
”Throw in the molotovs!” this command rang out around the makeshift wall made of galvanized roof.
Soldiers wearing military uniforms and holding old guns on their hands, picked up a bottle filled with petrol with a cloth covered in petrol, acting like a fuse.
The soldiers lighted up the cloth and then threw in the middle of the crowded zombies.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
”Melee!” a voice rang out from atop the wall after the fire cause from the molotovs started weakening and the soldiers below who are outside the wall, that are standing behind the barbed wires and concrete barricades started shouting.
”””Melee!”””
The soldiers put their rifles on their backs and started pulling out different kind of melee weapons from kukris, machetes, axes and even butcher knives.
”Charge and kill as many as you can!” a soldier with a captain badge shouted as he bravely charged at the incoming zombies along with the rest of soldiers below.
Similar scenes happened around the wall as soldiers started attacking the zombies in close combat and the fight between the dead and the living reached its climax.
Everything was going well for around three minutes still with no casualties until a variable appeared.
A long grey tentacle shot out from nowhere as it pierced through the body of a nearby soldier before wrapping around it and it started dragging the body towards where the culprit was.
It was the same mutated zombie who attacks using a tentacle that would shot out from his mouth, killing it victims.
”It's a Striker! Retreat!” a nearby commanding officer immediately issued a retreat when it saw the attacking zombie and they started scrambling on their feet as they headed in the other side of the wall and inside they climbed up through the walking planks of the five meter tall wall, where they started shooting at the zombies below and some of them are sniping at the the mutated zombie they called Striker.
”A Hunter is here! Kill it!” a general climbed up the plank of stair and shouted at the soldiers standing atop the wall and he started shooting at the hunter zig zagging towards them.
On the south side of the wall.
There are still soldiers outside the wall fighting the zombies as the soldiers would hacked their heads off from their bodies or hack their heads open.
”Sir! The west wall are being attacked by a Striker and a Hunter and they are asking for reinforcements!” a nearby soldier hurriedly came over to a man who had a major rank who had just decapitated another zombie.
”No way! We are already outnumbered here! Tell them to hold it off for now while we finish off the zombies here and hope for the best that a mutated don't appear” the major immediately rejected it.
”But it's an order from General M-”
”Tell him to f*cked off!”
”But sir! That would insubord-”
”Shut up and just tell them what I told you! I would have been afraid of insubordination in peaceful times but were at war and there's only around five hundred of us soldiers and marines left! We need to clean up this place first before we can send some help to them! Go!” the major shouted at the soldier with anger as he swung his machete at the head of the zombie that was near him.
”Sir!” and the soldier just saluted afraid that he would lash at him again and darted back towards the barricade for cover and told the person on the other side of the walkie talkie of what the major told him.
At the west wall.
Screams and gunfire is everywhere as one soldier would fell victim every two minutes under the attack of ”Striker” while they are able to kill the ”Hunter” zombie already.
”Sir! The north wall said, they would only be able to send help after they cleared the zombies around them!” a soldier came to the side of the general who has a stern look on his face.
”What!? Is he defying my orders!? He's only a Major and I'm a General! How dare he disobey my orders!? After this I would get him Court Martialed for Insubordination!” when the General heard that they wouldn't get reinforcement, his face turned red with anger as he suddenly slap the soldier in the face.
Slap~!
The soldier who came over to report, held his cheek, eyes filled with resentment and hatred.
”F*ck off and go help them!” the General barked.
”Sir!” the soldier's face returned to normal and saluted before he turned back and ran towards his fellow soldiers while muttering under his breath ”F*cking asshole, he's only a brigadier general and he doesn't even deserve it. He's just good at kissing assess. I wonder what the higher ups was thinking when they promoted an arrogant and useless piece of shit like him to become a general!? A coward who does not even fight in the front lines! We're already short on manpower and he's just there standing like an idiot doing nothing but watching us die one by one!”
The general looked the back of the soldier and said ”Useless trashes!”