The sun broke through the morning haze as I sat on my government issued towel. No matter what the world and her troubles bring, nothing can tear me away from that view. The ocean waves break on the pebble shore, the glistening rays from the sun dance on the breaking waves and the serene sound of the water. If today is my last day on earth, so be it.
Seventeen years can feel like eternity when you are at war. The past few weeks have been hard on all of us, an influenza bug ravaged the base, decimating our dwindling numbers to only a few hundred. The government has so far denied all requests for additional troops as the war slowly falls into the favor of the dead.
Today is scheduled for a routine patrol in the hot zone, the General has said the dead are migrating north from the Carolinas and we're right in the middle and we are the only battle-group between the horde and Washington D.C. The General also told us that we were caught napping and it wasn't possible to scrable another battle-group to the area in time. Intel stated the numbers were in the tens of thousands and it was our three hundred soldier force that has the responsibility to save our capital.
I barely remember what it was like prior to the onset of war, hell, I was just a kid when it started in the desert. The wave of the dead originated in the Nevada Desert, slowly spreading to all reaches of the country. It wasn't until the dead outnumbered the living ten to one that the war was taken seriously. By that time, all was pretty much lost as the push back towards the Mississippi river ended in total failure. The Free Zone encompasses the mid-atlantic and the northeast as the country fell to pieces.
We get the call to move out a bit after 0800 hours, the horde was one hundred miles of our current base of operations. The top brass in D.C. decided that the valley fourty miles out would be the perfect killzone as we can choke them off.
A few hours later we begin to take our positions around the killzone, patiently waiting for the bait team to lead them right to us. We've lost a handful of men due to the lone walkers in the area, no matter how much in the way of precautions you take, one can always be around the next corner or in the brush. If it is your time, you have no say in it.
The radio crakles with the voice of a member of the bait team, he must be slightly out of range since the message is unintelligible. The General tries in vain to decipher what was said or to get him back to no avail. He decides that there is no reason to wait any longer and we are ordered to go on a hunt. It can't be that hard to find thirty thousand zombies marching towards the capital can it?
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Carry on with the story. I wanna know what happens next!
Spelt scramble wrong but you spelt scrable right 
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512 words so puts it in the range of flash fiction. Zombology 6 anyone?
Good world building.
It is good. More?
yes there will be more. i'm making this one up as i go along, free form zoms for everyone.
i hope it works
j
The Killzone Pt 2
As Alpha team was ordered into the valley, the General instructed the radioman to the highest point to try to make contact with the bait team. It is not unusual that if a bait team goes quiet, the team was overwhelmed and considered lost. With our numbers growing short, the General does not want to lose any one else.
The other support and assault groups including my team were held back just in case of a surprise attack and no one wants to get caught with their pants around their ankles. The General staggers the hunt teams in hour intervals, Charlie was next, Echo and then Bravo. Two hours into the hunt, Alpha radios back with news of the bait team, or what was left of half of the team. They found two multilated with no spent casings in the area of the bodies. The humvee was missing as well as the other two men. The look of concern on the Generals face told the story that he was holding inside. It was then that the radio squawked with news. Alpha was under attack, the numbers were not adding up, only a few thousand in the area, where were the thirty thousand that we were preparing for? The General ordered immediate evac to Alpha, they reported back negative on that order as they were quickly surrounded and it was impossible to fight off the horde.
After a few minutes of static, the General rousted the remaining hunt teams back to the valley to regroup and prepare for the final assault. The General briefed us on what was left out of the original planning, and what he spoke of floored all of us. The scientists in D.C. had put out a classified report that was eyes only for the top brass. The report described that intelligence shows that the dead have...changed. No one could explain how they changed. The changes were subtle, hightened awareness, regeneration of dead skin and the ability to crudely communicate.
The news was disturbing , we were all on edge when we left the base consideringthe numbers we were up against and now finding out, that they are now smarter and deadlier? The General tried in vain to give all of us reassuarnces that with our training and firepower we can and will make it through.
After we take our positions, the bait team humvee comes into view at the bottom of the valley. The radioman attempts to call the driver with no luck. A spotter calls in stating that there are three passengers in the vehicle, all wearing fatigues. The vehicle gains speed as it approaches the first line of defenders. Without warning it slams into two defenders before it slams into a tree ejecting one of the passengers.
The spotter calls in that a large horde is beginning to trickle into the valley. As the medic rushes over to check on the humvee crew, the ejected passenger slowly rises to his knees, readjusts his seperated shoulder and faces the medic. With half of his face missing, he pulls his pistol and places a shot into the medic's forehead.
The passenger drops his pistol and pulls a flare-gun from his pouch points it above his head and pulls the trigger. A red flash streaks into the sky, when assault team Bravo arrives, they open fire riddling the body with lead tearing what remaining flesh from his face.
the conclusion coming soon....
The concluding part 3 will be up sometime on wednesday.
sorry to keep all my fans waiting! (your $20's will be in the mail tomorrow) heh heh
j
The flare reaches the pinnicle of the flight as it begins to float back to earth. At the defensive front line, one of the commanders radioed to the General that the first wave is a quarter-mile from their position. The General barked out a general fire order when the enemy was within range. Shortly there after, the first shots began to ring out from the hilltops as the sniper team began to pick off the dead one by one.
A commotion erupted from the scene of the humvee as the two passengers still inside the vehicle began fighting with the soldiers. The General radios to the sniper team if there are signs of an ambush brewing, the General receives only static responses. He looks to the ridgeline to see a line of the dead bottling his forces in on both sides. He orders an immediate retreat of all forces to the defensive position behind the fallback area. Shots begin to ring out behind us as the rear defense calls in that a large group of the dead numbering in the thousands has encircled us.
Our force is severely outnumbered and within minutes we are exhausing our ammo supply and available live bodies. The fighting breaks down into hand to hand combat, as our numbers dwindle to a few dozen, it gets so bad that I have to fight my teammates a few minutes after they died and came back. I see one other soldier still standing when i'm pulled to the ground and the searing pain of a half dozen set of teeth pull and rip my flesh from my bones.
I'm not sure how long it took before I was reborn. I took my first steps as a deadman as I joined the march to our base. I looked around at the others with an understanding and a feeling of purpose.
After a few days we made our way to my former base. Since the majority of the defenders were sent to the valley, the base had no chance to stop our advance. Overrun within minutes the living that remain are kept for a purpose. We are to use one of the living to contact Washington, say that all is clear and make our final push to the capital.
Before we move on to the next town, i stand at the beach the next morning. The sun, waves over the pebbles, the serenity of the beach all becon me when I hear a tank roll behind me. I turn to see a massive force of the living swarm my group of the dead. I turn back around to watch the ocean when a snipers enters the side of my head and finally everything goes back forever.
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