ZOMBIE DEATH SQUAD
In the Beginning there was the stink of death…
The Zombie’s head exploded like a rotten gourd. The skull deformed and slumped just inches from the kids face, spraying a bubbling, green mess all over. It splashed on the kid, the office wall and the desk he was hiding behind. The smell of it made him wretch as he scrambled backwards into a corner trying desperately to get away.
‘What the hell is going on now?’ the kid thought as the sound of blades wetly cutting dead flesh and a storm of gunshots came from the open office door. ‘How much weirder can my life get?’
He had been looting in an office building, just trying to stay alive, when the hoard struck. They came after him fast. He didn’t have time to think. He had taken a wrong turn into this dead-end office. There were 15 or more of them, the angry undead, swarming down the hall intent to tear at his flesh and eat his brains. Now they were exploding, torn with real death, their heads slumping, sickly splashing death-goo on the floor.
Was he dead already? Was he dreaming? Would he ever wake up from this nightmare that was surviving in Fairview City?
“Hey Kid, Get up!” A cloaked figure with a corpse mask loomed at the office door.
Relief mixed with confusion as the kid wiped death from his clothes. “Who the hell are you, Mister?”
The cloaked man laughed. “This is your lucky day, Mate. We’re the Zombie Death Squad. And apparently we interrupted your becoming a meal for these buggers…”
The kid circled the desk and peered warily out. The hall was palled with the blue haze of gun smoke. Blood spatter coated the walls and corpses were twitching death in mounds of stinking corpse-flesh. The smell of it almost knocked him out.
“Geez, you guys must have killed a hundred of them…”
“The cloaked man snorts, “More like two hundred. “It’s what we do!”
The cloaked man turns to the hall and starts rattling off instruction to his team.
“Soggy, take your Vulcan and set up cover on the front entrance, but don’t use it unless they come in force. We’ve made enough noise here today.
Shu and Dim, take up flank positions in those side alcoves and take out any stragglers with your blades. Try not to make too much noise.
Mad Dog, set up a line of fire with your rifle down that long hall. We’ll get them in a crossfire if they come through the back.
Vanzkie! Zapata! Take a look around and see if there’s anything worth taking in this dump.
He pauses, looks at a military style watch and pokes a button.
You’ve got 5 minutes. Don’t do anything stupid. This place is too hot.”
Hooded and cloaked figures wielding serious weapons fan out across the building at a purposeful trot.
“Hey, Mister, What do you want me to do?” The kid asks.
The cloaked man turns as if remembering something, “What do I look like Mate, your mother?
The cloaked man turns to leave, and then paused and turns back, softening. He pulls something dull and blood stained from his pack. Here, Kid, Take this machete.”
“OK Mister, thanks, what... do you want me to do?”
“Two things, Kid, Stay alive and Keep up!”
“Thanks Mister, my name is Billy…Billy Jones…Who are you guys? Where did you come from? Are you with the Government?”
The cloaked man tips back his mask and spits. “Screw the government. We’re independents now.
They call me ‘Random100’ Billy-boy, and this is my crew. He bows with a theatrical flourish.
The Zombie Death Squad.
Random leans back on a desk tips back his mask and scratches his chin thoughtfully.
“It all started back in the days before the plague, before the dead began to walk and hunt the living.
As with every plague the government needed to blame someone. We were the patsies they chose to set up, so, yeah, screw them.
We were an international covert operations squad. We were coming back from a particularly nasty piece of work in Africa removing this warlord and his crew. They were doing some messed up stuff with kids and drugs…a real jungle war blood bath…
That’s when our own government turned on us. They thought it would be convenient to blame us for bringing the virus back.
We were being held in a secure lockdown facility here in Fairview. We probably would have been ‘disappeared’ if all hell hadn’t cut loose and this…” Random paused to wave a hand that encompassed the piles of smoking corpses.
Billy interrupted. “But how did this all happen?”
Random sighed. “Who knows? Greedy corporations? Crazy terrorists or feckless politicians? It don’t much matter now Kid. It’s all in the shit.
We broke out of that place when it started going south. Using pipes and razors and whatever else we had to fight our way through the infected and the guards. We broke into the armory and got our weapons back. “
Random turns serious and locks eyes with Billy Jones. “Now we rule this city. We hunt and kill zombies. We loot what we want. And we particularly hunt down and take righteous revenge on any of those assholes who tried to frame us.”
Random shifts his weight as his watch bleeps.
“OK boys and girls! Times up! Let’s get out of this rat hole and see what kind of shit we can get into out in the world!”
Hefting his pack he turns to the kid and winks. “C’mon, Mate, let’s roll…The dead don’t wait for no man…”
Written by Maddog
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