hoped that the squid with the radio could hear her. By now the ringing in her ears had settled into a constant high pitched whine.
The floor of the nest was now covered with expended brass and empty magazines. Strangely, Frays really did not start to get concerned until she heard the distinctive chattering rip of an M249 SAW nearby. From the sound of the radio traffic it did not seem like the walls had been breached or overtopped anywhere so why was somebody ripping off rounds from a belt fed machinegun?
The man who had been spotting tossed a grenade out at a knot of infected headed towards them. The explosion knocked a handful of them down and sent chunks of innards flying through the air. A shockwave slapped the left side of Frays’ face and shook the watchtower hard enough to make her wonder if it was going to fall over for a second. A fog of smoke hugged the ground in front of the tower to their left indicating that they had detonated the Claymore mines at their position.
A truck pulled up behind the nest and a bunch of men jumped out. Two ran over and climbed up the ladder, sliding a few ammo cans across the floor towards the defenders. Frays put the man who had been spotting to work reloading magazines as she stuffed a HE round into her M203, flipped up the sights and took aim at a mass of infected maybe two hundred meters in front of her position.
The grenade thumped out of the launcher and sailed through the air before detonating about ten feet off the ground smashing several infected to the earth. Frays reloaded and sent another grenade out to similar effect. The numbers were thinning out but there were still dozens and dozens wandering around and pressing against the walls.
Finally it looked like the defenders were starting to whittle down the numbers of infected to the point where it no longer looked like there was a danger of them surmounting the walls. The sentries took their time dropping the stragglers however there still seemed to be some too close to the barrier for the people in the watchtowers to easily get a shot at. Frays sat down on the floor of the watchtower and leaned back against the wall her breath coming in panicky little gasps. She noticed that her hands were shaking so she hid them from the squids by stuffing them into her armpits. “See if they’re going to send some QRF out to mop up or whatever.” Frays ordered, her eyes fixing on a single wispy little cloud as it drifted across the blue sky. She started to feel strange…kind of detached, like the entire engagement had just been some horrible dream. “Provide overwatch for them.”
One of the Navy guys yammered into the radio then tapped his friend on the shoulder and motioned towards Frays. “Ma’am?” he asked cautiously as he leaned in close to Frays “Are you okay? Don’t worry. Medivac’s on the way.” The man swallowed hard and tried to look reassuring as he took Frays’ hand and held it. “You’re gonna be fine. Don’t worry.”
It took her a few seconds to realize what had the man so upset. There was this dampness around her groin that she made her think that maybe she had wet herself out of fear at first. However it did not smell like she had peed in her pants…not that she could really smell anything over the burned cordite, smoke and atomized zombie in the air. She touched her groin and stared wide eyed at the sticky dark red blood on her fingertips.
“Ma’am? Can you put this…um…down there for me?” the Navy man handed her a roll of gauze the size of a child’s fist. “We’re just gonna try and get the bleeding stopped. Just hold on, ma’am. The corpsman are coming.”
Frays nodded and unbuckled her LCS then loosened her belt. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” she said quietly. She was amazed by how calm she sounded as she stuffed the gauze inside her then tightened the belt back down tight to hold it in place. Her thoughts started to race despite the Navy guy’s best efforts to keep her calm Oh God
The floor of the nest was now covered with expended brass and empty magazines. Strangely, Frays really did not start to get concerned until she heard the distinctive chattering rip of an M249 SAW nearby. From the sound of the radio traffic it did not seem like the walls had been breached or overtopped anywhere so why was somebody ripping off rounds from a belt fed machinegun?
The man who had been spotting tossed a grenade out at a knot of infected headed towards them. The explosion knocked a handful of them down and sent chunks of innards flying through the air. A shockwave slapped the left side of Frays’ face and shook the watchtower hard enough to make her wonder if it was going to fall over for a second. A fog of smoke hugged the ground in front of the tower to their left indicating that they had detonated the Claymore mines at their position.
A truck pulled up behind the nest and a bunch of men jumped out. Two ran over and climbed up the ladder, sliding a few ammo cans across the floor towards the defenders. Frays put the man who had been spotting to work reloading magazines as she stuffed a HE round into her M203, flipped up the sights and took aim at a mass of infected maybe two hundred meters in front of her position.
The grenade thumped out of the launcher and sailed through the air before detonating about ten feet off the ground smashing several infected to the earth. Frays reloaded and sent another grenade out to similar effect. The numbers were thinning out but there were still dozens and dozens wandering around and pressing against the walls.
Finally it looked like the defenders were starting to whittle down the numbers of infected to the point where it no longer looked like there was a danger of them surmounting the walls. The sentries took their time dropping the stragglers however there still seemed to be some too close to the barrier for the people in the watchtowers to easily get a shot at. Frays sat down on the floor of the watchtower and leaned back against the wall her breath coming in panicky little gasps. She noticed that her hands were shaking so she hid them from the squids by stuffing them into her armpits. “See if they’re going to send some QRF out to mop up or whatever.” Frays ordered, her eyes fixing on a single wispy little cloud as it drifted across the blue sky. She started to feel strange…kind of detached, like the entire engagement had just been some horrible dream. “Provide overwatch for them.”
One of the Navy guys yammered into the radio then tapped his friend on the shoulder and motioned towards Frays. “Ma’am?” he asked cautiously as he leaned in close to Frays “Are you okay? Don’t worry. Medivac’s on the way.” The man swallowed hard and tried to look reassuring as he took Frays’ hand and held it. “You’re gonna be fine. Don’t worry.”
It took her a few seconds to realize what had the man so upset. There was this dampness around her groin that she made her think that maybe she had wet herself out of fear at first. However it did not smell like she had peed in her pants…not that she could really smell anything over the burned cordite, smoke and atomized zombie in the air. She touched her groin and stared wide eyed at the sticky dark red blood on her fingertips.
“Ma’am? Can you put this…um…down there for me?” the Navy man handed her a roll of gauze the size of a child’s fist. “We’re just gonna try and get the bleeding stopped. Just hold on, ma’am. The corpsman are coming.”
Frays nodded and unbuckled her LCS then loosened her belt. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” she said quietly. She was amazed by how calm she sounded as she stuffed the gauze inside her then tightened the belt back down tight to hold it in place. Her thoughts started to race despite the Navy guy’s best efforts to keep her calm Oh God
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