"Hey, chill man..." Clarke called down, pointing his rifle at the floor. "I'm J-Dub, that's Tex, and this is Bones." he introduced. "You okay, man? You look pretty bashed about..."
"I'm Martins... S-second Recon... Your Third Squad, right?" He said and lowered his weapon.
"Everything's gone... straight to Hell... It's a total Charlie Foxtrot..." He said with mirthless smile.
"We dropped into the city yesterday... total chaos. The Emergency Response Squads that landed in the city after us were overrun... The few surviors tried to fall back to the hospital... they are probably spread out throughout the city... My squad attempted to make a break for the hospital...heard they had successfully barricaded themself inside...
"We saw your chopter thouch down on the roof... we tried to join up with you, but this place is completely overrun by zombies... some bastard had driven a truck through the barricade... Lost our radio... fuck, I lost my entire squad... damn "lickers"...
"Sorry, but I don't have the equipment needed to help you. . . I can't keep you from dying. . . do you know anything we need to know, or have anything you want us to do for you?"
"I'm pretty sure that he already said he was separated from the squad that made it to the Hospital. Look, do you want us to just keep going? I don't exactly feel comfortable killing you while you're still alive (for however long that will last) on the off-chance that you're infected."
We didn't have the access card, but it should be safe... Take this map...It shows all of the LZ's, but I doubt anyone is where they are supposed to be..."
"
You hear the sound of metal tearing somewhere above you and then a loud roar. Martins turns and looks at you.
"Go, NOW! I'll stay and buy you as much time as I can...I've got enough ammo to last me the rest of my lifetime!"
He raises his revolver and aims it up the staircase.
Clarke patted Martins on the shoulder. "Thanks man, for everything. When we find out who's behind this, I'll give him one for you." He raised his rifle up and nodded. "C'mon guys, let's jet."
Tex: mutters. "Damnit! Bones! Give Martin two full Mollies Specials (With Nails) and I'll give him a Grenade without a pin, he can hold it Deadman on his vest and he should take the Monster with him hopefully and if not, give us a better chance to escape! Just so he'll be taken care of and no Undead for him!"
If Bones gives him the Mollies, Tex passes him the Grenade as well.
"No, give him the grenade and let him hold the pin in his teeth ready to pull and clutch Deadman style after he's used his bullets. I doubt you'll have time to reload, and I wouldn't want any of that crap sinking after us."
*hands grenade as mentioned and returns to current time, i.e. running down to the next floor.*
"Humph, All or Nothing. Straight to the generators, Keep running, better it catch up to us now while it's wounded, than risk it catching up to us later after it's had a chance to heal."
Tex: replies in a semi sarcastic tone. "Pay us? For such a WONDERFUL trip to exotic locales and meeting unusual beings?!? That we can kill? I am surprised you did not want a trophy!"
Tex: grits his teeth. "Shut the Hell up bout that Crap Already! B-turd! None of that is True! 'Tucker!' or was it 'Caboose' being the insperation for both! You Annoyingly Stupid Ass 'Tard!" ( Heh )