The black hawk jerked a bit as it lifted up from the tarmac and started toward the main part of Fort Hood. The crew chief had left the side doors
open on the chopper and Chad could see for literally miles. He wasn't ready for what he saw.
As the UH-60 flew over the portion of 190 that divided the massive post, he could see cars literally gridlocked - going both directions down the
highway. But that wasn't what shook him up.
Interspersed amongst the cars, he could see people running away from one end of the massive traffic jam, being pursued by what looked like normal
humans, but covered in gore. The chopper seemed to be in slow motion as it sailed around 50 feet over the cars. He could see a group of the
gore-covered people pulling a struggling woman out of a prius, tearing chunks of her flesh out with their teeth. He could almost hear her screams
over the sounds of the rotors. Next to him, he saw SGT Bryce lean toward the open doorway and hurl, the vomit flying around in the rotor wash and
sailing down toward the ground. Chad couldn't bring himself to look away.
A horde of the "zombies," as SGM Tillery referred to them, were making their way along the line of cars, yanking people too stupid or scared to
leave their vehicles out into the road and literally eating them on the spot. Chad cursed under his breath.
The Black Hawk passed over the perimeter fence where Chad could see a line of soldiers with various weapons ranging from the small M-9 pistols to
crew-served MK 19 grenade launchers struggling to hold the line against what seemed like thousands of the things. The chopper picked up speed and
banked north east toward the line of motor pools.
As the chopper lifted off, Chad felt a slight sense of dread, wanting to be back up in the air, where the things couldn't get to them. God forbid if
they could fly.
"Sergeant Thomas, we have a brad waiting over here, she's fully loaded and fueled. You are to take her and two others to the line out along 190 and
keep those bastards from getting on post, do you understand?"
Chad turned and did a quick head count.
SGT Cody Bryce, his gunner, was green as a bowl of split pea soup, standing near the edge of the motor pool, looking like he was going to upchuck
CPL Lee Myles, his driver, was smoking his second cigarette since landing, blowing plumes of smoke into the grayish air and mumbling to himself.
The dismounted infantry squad, consisting of SGT Mark Tynes, CPL Steven Gates, PFC Richard Mann, PFC Harry Frohike, PFC Timothy Byers and PV2 Chris
Langly were all huddled on the ground near the bradley, cleaning their weapons and doing ammo checks.
Their mechanic, SPC Bruce Cunningham was buried in the back of the brad, doing last minute checks on some of the equipment.
Chad started toward the vehicle and yelled, "Load up!"
Once they reached the perimeter of the post, they started to get an idea of just how bad it was on the ground. Chad saw other brads gunning their
engines and plowing through some of the crowds of the undead, smashing them beneath the treads of the 27.6 ton vehicle. It was literally a grisly
sight. Meat, teeth and hair were all caught up in the road wheels and the sides of some of the brads that had been out there longer were crimson with
the gore of the zombies they had already run through. It seemed the fully-loaded 25MM cannon was useless, as they came from all sides and didn't
present one specific hard target for the crew to shoot at.
Over the headset, Chad could hear CPL Myles. "Where the hell we going, sergeant?" pulled himself up a bit in the turret and surveyed the
The on-site defenders had managed to clear a goodly perimeter around the main gate and were circling back and forth in a 350 meter radius, running
down any of the creatures that came too close to the defenses. Due to the confusion and proximity to other Soldiers, none of the brads were using
their weapons systems save for when the chance zombie climbed up onto one of the vehicles, making a ravenous chance for one of the Soldiers up in the
turret housing. Then, it was M4 fire - sporadic and loud.
To the west, a line of civilians were being allowed through a checkpoint, again manned by the CDC, and even that was starting to look like it was a
fruitless effort. Too many people were booking it from the horde, trying to get away from the sudden sardine can they had found themselves in that
used to be their vehicles. A mass of people were fighting to get through the gates, cursing and screaming at the line of guards on the opposite
It was pure and utter chaos.
The six or so brads at the gate were fighting to keep the eaters away from the meals. It wasn't an easy task.
Chad looked back toward the highway and saw another wave of the creatures scrambling through the hastily erected barricades and gutted cars, heading
for the people clamoring at the gates. Chad poked Bryce and pointed at the mob tearing along the entry route to post.
"Lay down some suppressive fire into that cluster f--k and see what happens."
Chad hung on as Bryce swung the turret around to face the incoming zombies and winced as he laid on the 25MM fire. The massive rounds screamed
downrange, exploding the first group of zombies into barely recognizable chunks and dismembering a good amount of the others. This effectively
tripped some of them up in the process.
"Where the hell are they all coming from?" Myles said.
A few seconds later, Chad heard Myles start his IPOD up over the WICS system in the brad, filling their headsets with music. Chad grinned a bit, it
reminding him of patrols in the heat of the desert.
[edit on 17-6-2010 by mf_luder]