began throwing weaponry into the back of the truck. A soldier came in on the other side of the truck. “Don’t move!” he said as he pointed his M4 at Devin. Devin stopped as a briefcase met the back of the canvas tarp.
“Oh good, it’s you,” Devin said as he remembered this man’s face. He was the soldier who told him where the armory was.
“Want a hand?” the soldier asked as he lowered the rifle.
“Yeah!” Devin said as he found a large container that required two people to move it.
The soldier assisted him. “But you’re taking me with you!”
“Understood. Where is the ammo depot?” Devin asked as the two men heaved another heavy object into the truck.
“Southside. Building J. We keep the amm—,” he was cut off.
“You keep the ammo separate in case there is an explosion. I haven’t always been a civvy,” Devin interrupted as he made eye contact with his new friend.
“Sounds good. Think we got enough stuff?”
“Is there another transport truck?”
“Nothing that’s usable.”
“Then yeah. C’mon, let’s hurry up. On to Building J,” Devin said as he grabbed one of the weapons from the civilian section of the mobile arsenal. The men drove the truck to Building J. The humans were beginning to take control of the base. The sickly looking bodies were beginning to thin out.
Devin backed the truck up to the steel door. He heaved it open. A body in camouflage knocked him to the ground. Devin did his best to combat the corpse that was trying to take a bite out of him. The soldier hopped out of the truck and sent a piece of lead into the corpse’s skull. Devin pushed the body off him. “OK, you can come,” he said as he stood up. The two men began to clear and sweep the ammunition depot. No other corpses were around. There was movement behind the familiar chain-link fence. “Halt!” the soldier said. “I know the code. You won’t have to smash it.” Devin let out a slight chuckle as he watched him punch in a code with his thumb. The light turned green on the keypad and the soldier swung the door open. “After you!” he said. Devin entered carrying a shotgun he found in the back of the truck.
He swept the chain-link depot with the soldier watching his back. There were pieces of jungle camouflage moving in the back corner. “Hey! Come out here!” Devin shouted. There were two pairs of hands that appeared through the rafters. There were two soldiers with matching BC goggles coming from a hiding spot. “What the hell? What was that thing?” the soldier said to the other.
“What do you want?” the other soldier with goggles asked.
“I’m going on a road trip. I came for some party supplies. If you want to live, give us a hand; if you don’t, there are a bunch of things out there that want to eat your face!” Devin said as he lowered the shotgun and began grabbing things off the shelves. “Quickly!” Devin shouted to them.
The three of them began loading ammo into the transport truck as the soldier with the scoped M14 stood guard next to the truck. He began firing at anything that looked like a creature. One by one, they dropped like flies. Heavy boxes were loaded into the truck. One of the soldiers stood in the truck and began moving everything to the back of the truck toward the cab. “I think that’s it!” one soldier shouted to Devin.
“Mount up!” Devin shouted. “Get in the goddamn truck!” he commanded. The three soldiers piled into the truck. The two soldiers with glasses stayed in the back with the weapons while the soldier with the M14 got in the cab with Devin.
“Oscar Mike!” he shouted as he shifted the heavy vehicle into the drive.
As they made their way out of the base, they looked at the people who were still human. Many had taken refuge inside the base. Some had returned to their vehicles and fled. Devin forced the transport truck out the gate and into the sea of abandoned cars. He slowly forced a path through the resisting metal. He
“Oh good, it’s you,” Devin said as he remembered this man’s face. He was the soldier who told him where the armory was.
“Want a hand?” the soldier asked as he lowered the rifle.
“Yeah!” Devin said as he found a large container that required two people to move it.
The soldier assisted him. “But you’re taking me with you!”
“Understood. Where is the ammo depot?” Devin asked as the two men heaved another heavy object into the truck.
“Southside. Building J. We keep the amm—,” he was cut off.
“You keep the ammo separate in case there is an explosion. I haven’t always been a civvy,” Devin interrupted as he made eye contact with his new friend.
“Sounds good. Think we got enough stuff?”
“Is there another transport truck?”
“Nothing that’s usable.”
“Then yeah. C’mon, let’s hurry up. On to Building J,” Devin said as he grabbed one of the weapons from the civilian section of the mobile arsenal. The men drove the truck to Building J. The humans were beginning to take control of the base. The sickly looking bodies were beginning to thin out.
Devin backed the truck up to the steel door. He heaved it open. A body in camouflage knocked him to the ground. Devin did his best to combat the corpse that was trying to take a bite out of him. The soldier hopped out of the truck and sent a piece of lead into the corpse’s skull. Devin pushed the body off him. “OK, you can come,” he said as he stood up. The two men began to clear and sweep the ammunition depot. No other corpses were around. There was movement behind the familiar chain-link fence. “Halt!” the soldier said. “I know the code. You won’t have to smash it.” Devin let out a slight chuckle as he watched him punch in a code with his thumb. The light turned green on the keypad and the soldier swung the door open. “After you!” he said. Devin entered carrying a shotgun he found in the back of the truck.
He swept the chain-link depot with the soldier watching his back. There were pieces of jungle camouflage moving in the back corner. “Hey! Come out here!” Devin shouted. There were two pairs of hands that appeared through the rafters. There were two soldiers with matching BC goggles coming from a hiding spot. “What the hell? What was that thing?” the soldier said to the other.
“What do you want?” the other soldier with goggles asked.
“I’m going on a road trip. I came for some party supplies. If you want to live, give us a hand; if you don’t, there are a bunch of things out there that want to eat your face!” Devin said as he lowered the shotgun and began grabbing things off the shelves. “Quickly!” Devin shouted to them.
The three of them began loading ammo into the transport truck as the soldier with the scoped M14 stood guard next to the truck. He began firing at anything that looked like a creature. One by one, they dropped like flies. Heavy boxes were loaded into the truck. One of the soldiers stood in the truck and began moving everything to the back of the truck toward the cab. “I think that’s it!” one soldier shouted to Devin.
“Mount up!” Devin shouted. “Get in the goddamn truck!” he commanded. The three soldiers piled into the truck. The two soldiers with glasses stayed in the back with the weapons while the soldier with the M14 got in the cab with Devin.
“Oscar Mike!” he shouted as he shifted the heavy vehicle into the drive.
As they made their way out of the base, they looked at the people who were still human. Many had taken refuge inside the base. Some had returned to their vehicles and fled. Devin forced the transport truck out the gate and into the sea of abandoned cars. He slowly forced a path through the resisting metal. He
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