Boone will have your ass if you go looking for him with no recon.”
Androwski glared at Seyfert. “So we leave him? We just leave Boone? Is that it?”
“No, we recon and give him some time to get to us.”
Stark interrupted from up front, “Well whatever we’re gonna do, we gotta do it now.”
All eyes went to the monitors. The horde had noticed them and was on slow approach. Two were sprinting toward their position, only a few hundred meters away.
“Stark, zoom in, how many are coming after us?”
“Looks like all of ‘em, Chief, they look damn hungry too.”
“Fine then,” began Androwski. “We let them come. We’ll back away when they get to a hundred meters out. When they close the gap again, we back away again until we’re a mile off, then we boogie around or through them back to the airport and look for Boone from the LAV.” He looked at Seyfert. “Sey, take out the runners with the short gun.”
“Roger that, sir, good call.”
“Lone Wolf, this is Wanderer, if you can receive but not transmit, we’re backing up to draw the Limas out. Stay put and we’ll be back for you in thirty mikes.”
The undead presence at this particular airport, with the only nearby city a smoldering ruin, was extremely large. The runways were also intact, and considering the military had destroyed most of the highways and byways in this area, this was an anomaly. Androwski surmised that the runways were not destroyed in case the US armed forces needed a place to land and refuel in this part of the country. This might also account for the large numbers of zombies in the area. The uninfected were trapped with no way to escape when the undead hordes reached their doors. The only thing left for the creatures to do was to search for food in the immediate area, or move on. Apparently they hadn’t reached the moving on stage yet.
Doing some quick math in his head, Stark calculated that there were approximately three thousand undead marching in their direction.
“Can’t we just run ‘em over?” Dallas asked.
“I don’t know,” Stark told him. “Enough of them might get stuck in the wheels and gum up the works. Then we would stop moving. I don’t want to stop moving.”
Dallas harrumphed, “Me neither. You keep drivin’, Stark ole buddy. I’ma shut up now.”
It took longer than thirty minutes to lure the undead from the tarmac and into a nearby field. Almost an hour after the LAV had begun tactically withdrawing, Stark threw the vehicle into high gear and skirted the swarm heading east back to airport. Not wanting to miss a canned dinner, the mass of bodies began following immediately. The team would have less than an hour to collect Boone before the undead arrived on their heels.
The vast majority of the former humans had followed the vehicle, but some strays remained at the airport. Rick, Seyfert, and Androwski used the sniper rifles to cull the herd, and then the search began in earnest.
“We can’t go in the larger buildings,” advised Androwski, “but we can run around and look in the windows, and look in those hangars.” He thumbed at two large hangars on the east side of the facility. “God help me, but we need to split up. We’ll cover twice as much ground twice as fast. Dallas and Anna, you go with Seyfert and check out those outbuildings. Don’t go inside! Rick and Chris, you’re with me.”
“Where are we going?” asked Chris nervously.
“To check out those hangars on the east side. That’s the direction Boone was heading when we separated. Stick together, nobody leaves a twenty-foot circle from the others in your squad, and don’t engage unless absolutely necessary, just run. I want everybody back here in thirty mikes regardless. Constant contact, zero chatter. Stark remain on station unless we call. Any questions?”
There were none.
“Thirty mikes, no more, or I assume you’re in some shit and we come looking for you. Radio check.”
Everyone said Check into their
Androwski glared at Seyfert. “So we leave him? We just leave Boone? Is that it?”
“No, we recon and give him some time to get to us.”
Stark interrupted from up front, “Well whatever we’re gonna do, we gotta do it now.”
All eyes went to the monitors. The horde had noticed them and was on slow approach. Two were sprinting toward their position, only a few hundred meters away.
“Stark, zoom in, how many are coming after us?”
“Looks like all of ‘em, Chief, they look damn hungry too.”
“Fine then,” began Androwski. “We let them come. We’ll back away when they get to a hundred meters out. When they close the gap again, we back away again until we’re a mile off, then we boogie around or through them back to the airport and look for Boone from the LAV.” He looked at Seyfert. “Sey, take out the runners with the short gun.”
“Roger that, sir, good call.”
“Lone Wolf, this is Wanderer, if you can receive but not transmit, we’re backing up to draw the Limas out. Stay put and we’ll be back for you in thirty mikes.”
The undead presence at this particular airport, with the only nearby city a smoldering ruin, was extremely large. The runways were also intact, and considering the military had destroyed most of the highways and byways in this area, this was an anomaly. Androwski surmised that the runways were not destroyed in case the US armed forces needed a place to land and refuel in this part of the country. This might also account for the large numbers of zombies in the area. The uninfected were trapped with no way to escape when the undead hordes reached their doors. The only thing left for the creatures to do was to search for food in the immediate area, or move on. Apparently they hadn’t reached the moving on stage yet.
Doing some quick math in his head, Stark calculated that there were approximately three thousand undead marching in their direction.
“Can’t we just run ‘em over?” Dallas asked.
“I don’t know,” Stark told him. “Enough of them might get stuck in the wheels and gum up the works. Then we would stop moving. I don’t want to stop moving.”
Dallas harrumphed, “Me neither. You keep drivin’, Stark ole buddy. I’ma shut up now.”
It took longer than thirty minutes to lure the undead from the tarmac and into a nearby field. Almost an hour after the LAV had begun tactically withdrawing, Stark threw the vehicle into high gear and skirted the swarm heading east back to airport. Not wanting to miss a canned dinner, the mass of bodies began following immediately. The team would have less than an hour to collect Boone before the undead arrived on their heels.
The vast majority of the former humans had followed the vehicle, but some strays remained at the airport. Rick, Seyfert, and Androwski used the sniper rifles to cull the herd, and then the search began in earnest.
“We can’t go in the larger buildings,” advised Androwski, “but we can run around and look in the windows, and look in those hangars.” He thumbed at two large hangars on the east side of the facility. “God help me, but we need to split up. We’ll cover twice as much ground twice as fast. Dallas and Anna, you go with Seyfert and check out those outbuildings. Don’t go inside! Rick and Chris, you’re with me.”
“Where are we going?” asked Chris nervously.
“To check out those hangars on the east side. That’s the direction Boone was heading when we separated. Stick together, nobody leaves a twenty-foot circle from the others in your squad, and don’t engage unless absolutely necessary, just run. I want everybody back here in thirty mikes regardless. Constant contact, zero chatter. Stark remain on station unless we call. Any questions?”
There were none.
“Thirty mikes, no more, or I assume you’re in some shit and we come looking for you. Radio check.”
Everyone said Check into their
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