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them from down on the
far side of the barricade.  They were running along the fence trying to
make their way to the gate so they could get around and at the soldiers. 
Brad watched them as they crashed through the gate and began coming up the
embankment.  He looked through his red dot site and took aim at a large
man in a yellow shirt leading far out in front.  He pulled the trigger and
hit him in the chest with a 3 round burst.  The man fell and the others
ran over him.  Brad told the men to open fire.
    They took carefully
aimed shots that hit the crazies several times, but they kept coming. 
“Aim for the head,” Brad yelled.  And he again aimed for the lead runner,
putting the red dot just below his chin and pulling the trigger.  He saw
his rounds pop through the neck and face of the runner.  When he lowered
his rifle all of them were down.  They changed out magazines in their M4s
and looked around.  He saw off in the distance, the man in yellow he
initially shot three times in the chest was getting back to his feet and making
his way back towards them.
    They stared at the man
in awe.  Brad raised his rifle and placed the dot over the man’s heart and
pulled the trigger.  Yellow shirt spun around and fell, but rolled back to
his belly and got back to his feet and started walking again towards the
soldiers.  Brad aimed at the man’s leg and took a shot, yellow shirts knee
buckled, and he went into the dirt, but began crawling towards them.  They
just stood and watched the man crawl until he was less than 10 feet away when
Brad placed a shot in yellow shirts head stopping him.
    “What the fuck was
that?”  Méndez muttered. 
    Eric walked to the
downed man and rolled him over to his back.  There were four holes going
across the man’s chest, two in the abdomen, one in the heart and one in the
lungs.  “How is this possible?  You shot him three too many times to
kill him and he kept going,” Eric said.
    As they stared at
yellow shirt, Cole shouted “Contact right!”  Brad spun to see two more
figures running towards them.  The two crazies were wearing border guard
uniforms.  At first Brad thought maybe help had arrived, but he could hear
the high pitched whine of their moans.
    Without instruction,
they raised their rifles and dropped the former guards with well-aimed shots to
the grapes.  They walked over to the downed men and one of them had a
gaping wound on his shoulder; the other was missing a good portion of his
neck. 
    “It looks like whatever
this is, it keeps them alive.  Look at these wounds; these guys should
have been immobile,” Eric explained.
    “It’s definitely not
good Eric, I don’t know what to say right now,” Brad answered. 
    Méndez rolled one of
the guards over and found a Makarov pistol in the man’s holster.  “No
sense in leaving this,” Méndez said as he tucked the pistol into his body
armor. 
    “Back to the truck
guys, I’m sure this shooting attracted a lot of attention,” said Brad.

 
    Henry drove the truck
deeper into the border post compound.  Eventually he found a spot back in
some shipping containers.  He found a horseshoe stack of containers and
backed the MRAP and trailer in nicely to where they couldn’t be snuck up on
from behind, but they still had a nice view in the front.  It wasn’t a
perfect place to defend against an armed enemy, but it made good tactics
against the crazies they were facing.
    Once the engine was
shut down they listened intently for sounds that they had been discovered, but
it was quiet.  Now that they were in the city they did hear the occasional
scream and some sporadic gunfire in the distance, but for the most part the
compound appeared to be secured.  Brad setup a watch schedule and he told
his guys to try and get some rest.  It was mid-day and the sun was high in
the sky.
    The inside of the MRAP
heated up quickly with the engine and cooling systems shut down.  Brad knew the
conditions were not