by Lundy, W. J.
He sat in the back seat and positioned all of his extra magazines in the pocket attached to the seat in front of him; after that he made sure the twelve magazines in his vest were secure. Brad checked the slide on his M9 to verify a round was chambered; then he pulled the Sigma pistol from his pack and eased it into a strap on his protective vest. Lastly, Brad removed the suppressor from his M4 and placed it in his day bag before putting in his ear plugs. He had a feeling things were going to get noisy.
Brad looked to his left and saw that Hasan had made many of the same preparations. Hasan looked nervous, which made Brad smile. Brad was sure he looked just as bad; he looked at his outstretched, gloved hand and could see it shaking. Brooks took notice of what Brad was doing and grinned at him.
“Hey don’t worry about the shakes, bro, that’s just your body getting loaded full of adrenaline,” Brooks said. “Worry when they don’t shake before a fight anymore.”
Brooks pulled the Defender to the center of the road looking down into the city. He paused there for a moment and looked at Sean.
“Is everyone ready for this?” Sean asked.
Brad gave a reluctant thumbs up, and Brooks revved the engine. Sean gave Brooks a nod, and the Defender leapt forward and down the hill toward the city.
They were making good speed when the first of the primals came into view: a skinny man dressed all in white. It was standing just on the corner of the road as if it was waiting for a bus. When the primal saw the speeding vehicle, it put back its head and let out the moan. At first nothing happened, but after a few long seconds, Brad watched in horror as all down the street primals ran from doorways and out of hidden alleys.
“Remember gentlemen, head shots will kill them, but any hit that fucks them up counts. Just keep them off of our vehicle,” Sean shouted over the roar of the engine.
They were beginning to form a mob, but were not very well organized. Instead of running into the street to block the vehicle’s path, they ran directly at the Defender. This was an advantage to the team. Because of the speed at which Brooks was driving, they were able to get past many of them. Brad watched several run from a side street and he raised his rifle. It was next to impossible to get good shots through his optics, so he reverted to his iron sights and attempted to put lead on the target.
He fired as fast as he could, watching rounds hit them in the chest and sides. Some were knocked down but others kept running. He dropped his empty mag and loaded a fresh one. He saw a group of them just clearing a wall. They were moving fast and on an angle that would meet with the Defender. Brad focused on the lead runner and fired two quick shots. He watched the runner’s neck snap to the side as it veered off the path, tumbling and rolling into others. Brad took sight of another and put on heavy fire, missing several times. He saw the thing stretch out its arms to grab him. Brad flinched back in his seat as the primal flew by and crashed into the rear side of the vehicle.
Brooks drove on. Keeping a straight track, his speed was approaching fifty miles an hour but he didn’t take it above that; Brad knew he didn’t want to hit a primal at terminal speed and destroy the vehicle. Sean had dropped his heavy rifle, had his MP5 shouldered, and was laying controlled shots into the faces of the advancing crazies. Meticulously, he pulled the trigger and they went down, tripping up others behind them.
Now they were pouring from the streets like bees from a hive.
“We have a problem,” Brooks shouted over the barrage. Brad looked up and saw the street ahead was beginning to fill up with the things.
“Cut right at the next street. We can find a way around,” Sean ordered.
“Hold on!” Brooks yelled as he hit the brakes and turned the wheel hard to point the Defender down a side street. He hit the gas and plowed through two primals that were able to get in front of the vehicle. Brad was rocked forward into his seat and turned to the side just as one of them crashed into his side of the Defender. He saw the arm of the primal reach past his face, grabbing at anything within reach. Brad pulled back his rifle and pointed at the sternum of the creature. He shoved the rifle forward, listened to the hot barrel sizzle on its naked chest, and fired twice at point blank, knocking the primal back.
Three more fell in front of the vehicle as Brooks cut the wheel hard to the left and into a southbound street. Brad looked left past Hasan and saw the passing alleys were filled with the creatures that were now changing direction to get back at the team. Brooks drove fast, outrunning several of them. More than once he had to brake hard just as he hit one and launched it out of the way. Brad’s M4 barrel was cherry red from the speed with which he had been firing, and he was down to the last spare magazines that he’d put in the seat pocket.
“There! That’s the road that leads out of the valley,” Sean pointed. Brooks put the pedal down and aimed for the side street. As he made the turn, he hit the brake hard and slammed the Defender into reverse. Brad bounced off the seat in front of him and quickly determined the reason for Brook’s hasty maneuver. The street was filled with them. Brad looked behind and saw that they were quickly becoming surrounded.
Brooks raced the vehicle in reverse up a side street and cut down another to try to stay ahead of the mob.
“Hold on everyone, this is going to get ugly,” he said as he pulled the emergency brake and cut the vehicle hard, spinning them in the opposite direction. Brooks pressed the accelerator all the way to the floor. The Defender roared again and picked up speed as it crashed through waves of primals.
“We’re not going to make it out,” Sean yelled. “Brooks! Look for a place to hold up.”
Brad tried to pretend he hadn’t heard the exchange and concentrated on firing out of the jumping, rolling vehicle. He knew his fire wasn’t very effective so he slowed his breathing and tried to aim before taking every shot.
“Duck!” Brooks screamed just as he cut the wheel hard to the right and crashed the Defender through the front of an open shop. The vehicle exploded through the block-and-glass storefront, coming to a rest against a lunch counter with the ass end of the vehicle sticking through the wall.
The room was filled with smoke and dust. Brooks and Sean were already out, putting lethal fire on the mob trying to squeeze past the sides of the vehicle. Brad tried to open his door but it was pinched shut. He couldn’t reach the buckle of his seat belt, so he pulled his karambit and cut himself free, then dove through the window. Brad hit the floor hard, head first, and he tried to right his body. The firing was loud and Brad could barely hear Sean and Brooks calling out targets to each other.
Brad, back on his feet, reached through the vehicle, grabbed Hasan’s arm and dragged him across the seat. Hasan realized what he was doing, turned and rolled through the open window. Brad looked around the room and saw an open stairway leading to the roof. He pointed Hasan in its direction, then went to the base of the stairs and fired over the top of the Defender and into the crowd. Hasan ran past him and called from the top that the roof was clear.
Sean looked back, nodded, and as he pulled the pins on two grenades, yelled, “Fall back to the roof, frags out!” He tossed the grenades and Brad saw Brooks throw two more. Both men peeled away from the entrance and charged up the stairs to the roof, pushing Brad in front of them.
They reached the top just as the four grenades exploded in rapid succession. The blast threw a cloud of dust across the street in front of the store. Brad looked over to see Brooks slapping a small, shaped demo charge at the top of the stairs. “Fire in the hole!” Brooks yelled.
Brad lifted himself up and ran for the far corner of the roof. Just as he reached it and ducked his head, the loud THUMP! and concussion rolled him over and into the wall that lined the roof.
He must have been knocked unconscious because he found himself laying on his back looking into the sky. His ears were muffled through the ear plugs, but he could still hear the frenzied moans and screaming of the primals. He rolled to his belly, lifted himself to a knee and looked around. There was a large hole i
n the roof where the stairs had been. Brad resisted the urge to look over the wall, knowing he would find the screaming mass below him. He dropped to his ass and leaned against the wall. Hasan was farther down, sitting in the same position with his rifle across his lap. Sean and Brooks were standing and looking into the hole.
“Good, you’re awake. Are you hurt?” Sean called out to him.
“Fuck if I know, I can’t feel shit right now,” Brad yelled back at him.
“That’s called shock, bro, embrace it, ‘cause when it wears off you’re really going to feel like shit,” Brooks said.
“What’s going on?” Brad asked.
“Well, current situation is F.U.B.A.R. (fucked up beyond all recognition). The demo charge on the stairs has stopped them. Unless they learn to fly or make a fifteen-foot primal pyramid, I think we’re safe for the time being. But we ain’t getting off the roof,” Sean said.
“I’m going to choke the shit out of the colonel, if I ever meet him, for sending us through the city,” Brad said.
16.
The battered team sat and listened to the primals below. The creatures’ strategy hadn’t changed; they would just pound against the walls of the building and moan. They paced below like dogs that had treed a scared animal, looking up and howling in frustration at the men they knew were on the roof. The team avoided looking over the edge; if the primals saw them they would become frenzied and more would be drawn in. When they did risk a peek, they found the tops of hundreds of heads pressed against the rear of the Defender, waiting for a turn to squeeze into the broken storefront.
The hole in the roof was nearly fifteen feet to the floor, and the stairs had been blown clean away. Nothing would be walking up them today. Structurally, the roof was hurting from all of the abuse thrown at it. It creaked and groaned when they walked, but it was still standing and that was all that mattered. The outside walls were made of stone and block, and they were high, too high for the primals to climb and too strong for them to push down. They were secure in their hide as long as the building stood.
Brad reached in his pack, pulled a bottle of water and took a small sip. He didn’t have a lot and didn’t know how long this would have to last him. He didn’t even want to think about food, knowing all of it was in the vehicle below. He looked at his watch; it was approaching time for the colonel’s call. Brad was pissed at the man and was certain he’d intentionally led them into the dangers of the city. With all of his technology he had to have known the city would be infested.
The phone buzzed. Sean reached over and pressed the speaker button before sitting it on the roof. The men adjusted their positions to gather around it.
“Good afternoon gentlemen. From the satellite images and the location of your phone, I can tell that your travels have not gone well,” Cloud said.
“No disrespect, Colonel, but go fuck yourself!” Sean shouted at the phone.
“Excuse me Chief, but before we get into formalities, could you please give me your status?” Cloud replied.
“Roger that SIR! We are four souls, ammo black, food black, water red, transportation fucked,” Sean said sarcastically.
“I see, and thermals show you are pretty well surrounded. We must have underestimated their numbers. Could you verify that, Chief?”
“Oh yes SIR! We are positively surrounded. Thank you for the help with that by the way.”
“Okay Chief, I need you to calm down and listen. In approximately two hours we will have air assets on station. They will be delivering a large number of two-thousand pound bombs to the city in front of you,” said Cloud. “These drops will be danger close and you will need to take cover as best you can.”
“What the hell! You’re going to blow the shit out of us, Colonel!” Brad exclaimed.
“This is our best and only option. The lab folks tell me the blast and shockwave should kill, or at least temporarily immobilize, any primals in your immediate area,” Cloud said. “As soon as possible after the last bomb detonates, you will need to beat feet, by vehicle is best. Either way, you need to be gone before the primals rebound. Do you understand?”
“Hold up, Colonel, thanks for the help and all, but are you telling me you’re pulling air assets away from the States just for us?” Sean said.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Chief. Unfortunately, we have a high value individual in country that requires your talents, and you are the only ground assets within a thousand miles. We are assisting you, so that you may later assist us. Be prepared for the bomb strike, gentlemen, next contact will be in twelve hours,” Cloud said, disconnecting the call.
“What the fuck was that?” Brooks said.
“Assist them? This guy is tasking us! Doesn’t he realize we’re all messed up and stranded on a roof?” Brad said. “I really hate that guy.”
“Okay fellas, let’s calm down for a minute. All good shit, but let’s worry about that stuff when we’re far gone from here,” Sean said.
Brad stood and walked to the edge of the roof. It was a little more than a thousand yards from the building to the river, and maybe a mile to the road that left the valley. “Where are they going to squeeze two-thousand pound bombs into here? This entire place is danger close!” he said, looking at the surroundings.
They were stuck on a strip of the city about three miles long by half a mile wide. It was tucked in between the mountains and the river, the majority of which was on the far side of the river.
“I don’t know, Brad, but two or three of them would be enough to incinerate this place. I think we need to start making plans for our egress,” Sean answered.
“I shut off the Defender when I left it, so the engine was running after the impact with the building. No guarantees it will start though, and I don’t know if I can back it out,” Brooks added.
“From this location, it is less than four kilometers to the pass. If we make it to the opening, we can head into the mountains. There is a mountain trail that bypasses the highway. I think it best to stay off the roads now,” Hasan said.
“I’m with Hasan, traveling by vehicle is turning out not to be much fun. I know it’s slower but maybe we would be better in the mountains. Even the colonel said they don’t like traveling uphill,” Brad said.
“Okay, let’s wait till the drop before we finalize plans; we have options and that’s enough for now. We need to fortify something and build a bunker with whatever we’ve got. We’ll take cover in the back corner of the roof, face down. As soon as the bomb run ends, be prepared to drop in and clear the building. If we can make use of the Defender we will. If not, we will have sixty seconds to grab bags and haul ass,” Sean said. “Break down, clean, and inventory your gear. I want an accurate count of what you got and what you need from the Defender. If Cloud is on time, we can expect drops in the next sixty minutes.”
Brad leaned back against the wall and slowly started placing his gear on the roof in front of him. He still had all of his M4 and M9 magazines minus the ones he’d had in the seat pocket. The Sigma was still stuffed tightly into his body armor. He was carrying no food, and his camel back was almost dry. It would be a long night if he had to move out on what he was carrying. Brad compared notes and the rest of the team was in similar circumstances. They made a list of necessities they would pull from the Defender in case it was immobile. The list was broken down by location. Brad and Hasan would take the grunt work of pulling and carrying gear from the vehicle. Sean and Brooks would be on security and trying to make the Defender roadworthy.
Brad looked over and saw that Brooks had finished his inventory and was starting to pile the broken pieces of concrete into a shelter against the far corner of the roof wall. Hasan had gotten to his feet and was helping Brooks construct the makeshift bunker.
Brooks, peering through the hole, said it was a clean drop to the floor and he could see the primals in the store were anxious to get at them on the roof. Brad could hear them fighting with each other as rival packs joined together in the cramped space of
the store—screaming and clawing, the ripping of clothing and the snapping of jaws—humanity had really been brought to the level of ravenous animals. It had been over forty minutes since the phone call with the colonel, and the primals were still frenzied below them, not giving up easily on their trapped prey.
Brad finally spoke up. “Sean, what do you think of this high value person the colonel talked about?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, but they must be pretty desperate to put us on the mission,” Sean answered. “We are pretty well trashed as it is here. For now, I say we take Cloud’s help, then when we are clear of this mess we will look at our options.”
Brooks was sitting in the corner cleaning his weapon; he looked up and nodded his approval. “I really would like to know who we are dealing with. I have never heard of this Colonel Cloud, and we work in a very small community.”
“I know what you’re saying, Brooks, I’ve had some of the same concerns about him. But for now, all we got is him and his bombs so let’s keep rolling with it,” Sean said.
He was intently studying his map and comparing it to what he saw on the ground in front of him. Brad watched Sean stuff everything in his pack and look at his watch. “Okay boys, less than ten mikes; let’s dig in and wait for the rain,” Sean said.
The men sat huddled in the hastily-made bunker and waited. It had begun to grow quiet as they lay motionless and out of sight of the primals. The sun was still high in the sky and the temperatures still sat close to a hundred degrees. Brad cautiously peeked out over the walls and saw the swarms of primals moving about in tightly packed clusters. Occasionally two groups would merge, but for the most part they stayed independent and fought with each other when the fringes of a group would meet. Brad wondered if the groups had dominant leaders; they would be interesting to study if they weren’t always trying to kill him.