Hell Jumpers, part two
Warning. Though this story contains no sexual content of any kind, it is rather graphic and those of you who don't have the stomach may want to go elsewhere. And please, don't forget to comment. I'd rather have criticism then praise, so put plenty of it (constructure criticism please). No matter how big or how small, any advice is well appreciated ^^
Andrew watched as his men picked up and dragged the bodies of there fallen bretheren into the kitchen downstairs, wrapping each one of them up in a blanket, sheet, carpet, whatever they could find. They had found the three assault specialists they had lost, and most of the other squad after about 10 minutes. However, some of them had been completely liquified by the chain guns, and his men refused to pick them up. They did take their dog tags, however, washing them off in the kitchen sink (which was still on and working). Andrew didn't do any of the work. That's not what officers do, officers lead, and he supervised everything, pointing and giving orders the entire time. He was already feeling tired however, physically and mentally.
"Lieutenant Morrie" said Private Kyle, who was standing at attention, a salute resting on his brow. "What is it, Private?" asked Andrew, turning away from what he had been doing. "Sir, the Black Hawks will be here in a few minutes, but there are two problems" said the Private. "And what is that?" asked Andrew. "Sir, base says that at the moment, rescources are limited. They can only send one helicopter for us, sir" said Private Kyle. Andrew stood there in disbelief. They were going to leave the bodies of these brave furries lying on the street, baking in the sun? Andrews first reaction was to yell at the Private, but he knew that it wasn't his decision, it was commands. He took a deep breath, trying to get his calm back. "What's the other problem?" asked Andrew. "Sir, command said we're to be dropped off immediantly on the other side of town" replied Private Kyle.
A few minutes later, the Black Hawk touched down. Andrew started to get into one, then looked back at the house. They had grabbed all the dog tags, but he still didn't feel right leaving them there. He closed his eyes and got into the helicopter. He had strongly considered of course putting the bodies in this copter and going on foot to the other part of town, but they had already had three losses. If it hadn't been for the helicopter, they would have all died. He knew that going to the other side of town was stupid and irrational, and that it would cost him his life and the lives of his men. He walked over behind the pilot, sitting down and putting the headphones on. "Command, this is Lieutenant Andrews, reporting for further orders" said Andrew into the mic. "Lieutenant Andrews, another one of our squads has gone quiet. We haven't heard from them in over and hour, and last we heard there were only two survivors left in there squad. Locate them and provide them with whatever assistance possible" said command. Andrews sat back, resting his head against the seat of the Black Hawk. He was exausted, and in a few minutes they would be in another hell hole. He got back onto the mic and contacted command. "Command, Lieutenant Andrews. We had some cassualties at our previous location. Requesting air support for immediate evac of there bodies" said Andrew. That probably wasn't the way to call in morgue duty, but he was suprised they had to call it in the first place. He was angry with them. For sending that squad into there death, for sending him in there, and costing three of his men their lives, for even considering leaving those brave furries behind. "Negative Lieutenant, we don't have the rescources to send-" started command, before Andrew cut them off. "Do you not understand? These men are DEAD, send them an evac so we don't leave their corpses on the street to bake!" replied Andrew. His temper had finally been unleashed. "Get ahold of yourself Lieutenant. If we send a helicopter to get them out, that's one less helicopter that's going to be helping one of our living squads stay alive" replied Command calmly. Andrew thought about it for a second, going quiet. Command was right. It would be wrong to endanger more mens lives for the corpses, just like it would be wrong for them to run to the other side of town on foot. Andrew stood up, hanging up the headset quickly. Andrew ducked down in the door, pointing at the house and yelling to Private Kyle. "Go in and get the bodies, we're taking them out of here with us!" yelled Andrew over the sound of the helicopter. Kyle looked at him with astonishment. "With us, sir?!" he yelled. "Yes, with us! We don't leave a man behind, that's an order Private!" yelled Andrew. The Private nodded, all of the men following after him. After a few minutes they had all the bodies in the Black Hawk. They took off, heading for the other side of town.
The stench was unbearable. The bodies had all been sitting out for over half an hour. Most of the men had something over there nose and mouth, trying to ignore the unpleasant sight and smell. Andrew went to sit next to Kyle, who had been staring at the bodies ever since they had dragged them in. "You ok, Private?" asked Andrew. "Yes sir, it's just, we could have all ended up like that, you know? Kind of makes you wonder why it was them and not us.." said the Fox, looking down at his feet. Andrew had been thinking that also. It could have been any three of them wrapped in a bedsheet right now. Instead it had been those three that had lost there lives.
One of the bodies began moving. "Sir, one of thems still alive!" yelled one of his heavy assault specialists. He ran over to the body, uncovering it. As he did, the once dead soldier came alive, lunging at him. He jumped on him, and the Private panicked, jumping up. It was completely attached to him and wouldn't let go. It bit his neck, and together they both fell out of the open door, hitting the street below. A swarm came out, sharing in the tenderized meal. Several of the men looked out over the edge, yelling for the pilot to turn back. Several more of the dead soldiers began to move, jumping out of the sheets and blankets. Within seconds the entire aircraft was in chaos. One of the Privates pulled out a pistol, firing several rounds at one that was biting his arm. One of the rounds hit the pilot in the back of the head, and the helicopter began to spiral out of control towards the ground. "HOLD ON!" yelled Andrew over the sirens that had started going off. The sound of the helicopter had changed from a fast whirring to a slow chug. They spun, and several of the soldiers, both living and dead, went flying out the open door to the ground. One grabbed onto the rail, a zombie grabbing onto his legs. The Private (the squad sniper) began kicking the undead soldier in the face. He lost his grip, and together he and the zombie went flying out onto the pavement. The helicopter finally hit the pavement after what seemed like hours to Andrew and Kyle, but had in reality been less then a minute.
Andrew and Kyle had been the only ones to secure themselves and strap on there seatbelts. Most of the soldiers had already gone flying out the open door. The pilot was dead, his head smashed clean into the controls of the helicopter. Andrew and Kyle had both gone unconcious, and Andrew woke up with a splitting headach a minute later. He felt like his head was going to split clean in two. Kyle was shaking him. "Wake up sir, we gotta get out of here, the front of the helicopter's on fire!" yelled the Private. Andrew shook himself awake. The belt around him was stuck, and he had to cut it with his bowie knife to get out. They climbed out of the crashed aircraft together, grabbing there weapons as they left.
It wasn't till they got out that Andrew realised how messed up his leg was. He gasped in pain as soon as they stepped outside. He looked at the backside of his right leg. There was a giant piece of shrapnel in it from the crash, and blood was covering the back of his fatigues They didn't have time to deal with that right now though. Already dozens of zombies were running out from alley ways and buildings to investigate the crash. "Come on, we gotta go!" yelled Kyle. They passed by the squad sniper (who had had died upon impact of the ground), and though Andrew felt somewhat awkward about it, he picked up the sniper rifle, cutting off the mans belt and taking all his ammo. "Sir we don't have time, come on!" yelled the Private. It wasn't a decision that Andrew would regret though. They needed ammo and weapons, especially a sniper rifle. He ran, one weapon in each arm, a belt wrapped over his left, dangling as they ran.
The two of them turned down an alley. They couldn't go down the street, the things were just everywhere. Every once in a while Kyle would tell Andrew to go ahead, and Andrew would hear a few shots go off. He was always relieved when he heard Kyles footsteps behind him again. The alley turned to the right, and they ended up back on the street. They were starting to get swarmed, when a husky waved them over. He was apparently holding out in a diner across the street. Seeing no other options, the two across the street. Gunshots began going off from the windows, knocking down countless numbers undead behind them. The door was unlatched, and the two of them were grabbed and dragged in before they could even respond. No sooner did they adjust to the change in lighting that they had a pistol shoved into each of there faces.