police cars and the swat van.
“ Holy crap Charlie, you got the swat van!”
“ Sir. That was my mission, sir. We had to engage very light hostiles, the police barracks was empty, save three infected in the holding cells in the drunk-tank. We ended those three and had the run of the place. This big heap,” he said as he pounded the sides of the swat van, “Was the only thing that would carry the radio repeater, so we had to take it.”
I grinned at Charlie “Nice work M1.”
Charlie beamed a smile back at me and his men looked proud.
“ What about m3? How are they doing at the CVS?” I asked.
“ Scott reported that they had no problems. They were supposed to radio if they had any contact, they checked in about twenty minutes ago that the only infected they saw turned around and started stumbling this way.” replied Charlie. “His second, Jacobsen will have a full list of supplies when they report back, but Scott said the CVS had not been scavenged before.”
“ And m5? Did they have any trouble at the clinic?”
“ No, Johnson reported three contacts with infected. They killed those three with hand to hand weapons when they breached the building. The few they saw wandering towards the clinic turned around and left before they got within melee range. They were also successful in loading up diagnostic equipment and prescription drugs,” said Charlie. “They found over seven hundred Percocet tablets in the doctor’s desk.”
I laughed out loud, “That’s too funny. Doc had a monkey on his back.”
Chapter 4
Sniper
We loaded up in the trucks, Bookbinder and his crew in the swat van, Marshall in the disgusting rotting flesh propane truck, Leo in the other. John drove the pickup truck full of equipment and I led the way in the yellow Jeep and headed for home.
We drove slowly through town; I wanted to get a feel for how things were in Culpeper. There were occasional pockets of undead and as we passed, they would look up and start shambling our way. We watched behind us, for the most part they stopped coming after us when we were half a mile or so ahead of them. That was good to know, I was slightly worried they’d follow us all the way to our house.
On two occasions, the undead were blocking the road. Both groups were around a dozen in a tight pack, walking down the middle of the road. It was interesting to watch them; they seemed to mostly stick to the roads or sidewalks. It was very seldom that they went through yards or grass, unless they were directly chasing something to eat. Maybe the pavement was easier walking, I don’t know. We were trying to save ammunition and since we had both teams together, we were killing them with hand to hand weapons. I was pretty confident in my “charge, sidestep, hatchet to the head” technique.
The stupid zombies never did anything differently. They had one attack plan. They walked towards you, grabbed at you, whatever part of you protruded or they could first get their hands on. Last they tried to get their teeth into you.
Marshall, on the other hand, had adopted a smash and smash technique. He smashed their hands with one hammer and then came across the temple with the other. The corpses he left with his short handled sledge hammers all looked the same. Mangled arms, smashed temple.
Leo of course was a dervish, she bobbed and wheeled around, slicing with her short swords, she seldom killed with a single strike, but she also seldom fought a single zombie. She preferred to take them on in groups, whittling then down slice by slice as she weaved in between them. John had collected all of the knives he found in the warehouse, just cheap case knives, but he could throw them from fifty feet or one foot away and put them in a zombie’s eye. He worked the hardest to maintain the slightest distance, I’m sure he was deadly in close quarters, but he liked to have