his pistol, muttered “Till Valhalla, brother,” and pulled the trigger once. The bullet entered Johnson’s head at the base of his skull, which killed him instantly and prevented him from rising from the dead as a walking corpse. Tears welled in Amanda’s eyes and the famous speech from Henry V fell into her thoughts: “We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.” This was the saddest, bravest and kindest act of love Amanda had ever witnessed.
CHAPTER 5
Juarez, Mexico
February 13, Year 1
A dusty gloved hand reached into the large hole in the concrete floor and helped Odin climb out. From their location, surrounded by crates and fifty-five-gallon drums, the warehouse was pitch black in the very early morning before sunrise. The interior appeared grainy green, visible only to the four men kneeling in the middle next to the hole in the floor. They looked like aliens with their Night Observation Devices, NODs, hanging from their helmets, flipped in front of their faces.
Odin spoke in a hushed voice. “Yeah Chivo, it goes about a hundred meters north and then nothing. It doesn’t look like a cave-in, it looks like someone demoed it already. We’re just lucky the river is low or the tunnel would probably be full of water and goddamned rats.”
The pale squat warehouse near Bulevar Juan Pablo and the Rio Grande River in Juarez, Mexico didn’t look like much, but for Chivo and his four-man team, this building had been their best hope. For the past four months the four men known as Chivo, Odin, Apollo and Zennie had been operating illegally in Mexico. Former American Special Forces sheep-dipped into the CIA, they worked for a front company named Overland Shipping Consultants and were in the interior of Mexico battling the powerful drug cartels. The teams fought against the cartels’ ultraviolent regime and tried to disrupt the constant flow of narcotics into the United States. Since the attack on the United States nearly seven weeks prior, the four-man team had fought their way north, trying to return to U.S. soil. The reports of the EMP event in the United States were less pronounced in Mexico; however, a lot of technology had failed. But now, trapped in a warehouse used by the drug cartels to smuggle drugs under the Rio Grande, they were surrounded by thousands of undead. They were in trouble.
“Chivo, what do you think? I’m not sure we’re going to be able to get to the river and sneak over the fence without being detected,” Apollo whispered.
Chivo shrugged. “We might have to double time it, run and gun and hope for the best.”
Undead corpses scraped against the side of the building, dragging pieces of the fence and building off as the mass of bodies flowed like a river burst from a dam. The moans were so loud that the four men could barely hear each other’s voices, but still they whispered for fear of being detected by the passing undead.
“Well mano, either way we can’t hold up here. I don’t think the building is going to remain intact for much longer. We’ve got to get back to CONUS and figure out what the fuck happened.” Chivo was interrupted by the sound of the heavy metal fence around the building twisting and breaking. “Zennie, check the overhead door on the northeast corner. Make sure it’s safe to open and see if there is a way to open it quietly. As long as we have stealth on our side we’ll use it, but we’ll break with bounding overwatch if we have to. As long as we make it across the river and through the fence, I think we’ll be OK from the swarm.”
Zennie nodded and evaporated into the shadows, walking to the roll-up door like a ghost. The other three team members moved towards the overhead door but took defensive positions in case they had to immediately engage any threats beyond the door. Through the grainy green world shown to Chivo through his NODs, he watched Zennie check the door for any IEDs. The business that operated this warehouse was only to provide a
CHAPTER 5
Juarez, Mexico
February 13, Year 1
A dusty gloved hand reached into the large hole in the concrete floor and helped Odin climb out. From their location, surrounded by crates and fifty-five-gallon drums, the warehouse was pitch black in the very early morning before sunrise. The interior appeared grainy green, visible only to the four men kneeling in the middle next to the hole in the floor. They looked like aliens with their Night Observation Devices, NODs, hanging from their helmets, flipped in front of their faces.
Odin spoke in a hushed voice. “Yeah Chivo, it goes about a hundred meters north and then nothing. It doesn’t look like a cave-in, it looks like someone demoed it already. We’re just lucky the river is low or the tunnel would probably be full of water and goddamned rats.”
The pale squat warehouse near Bulevar Juan Pablo and the Rio Grande River in Juarez, Mexico didn’t look like much, but for Chivo and his four-man team, this building had been their best hope. For the past four months the four men known as Chivo, Odin, Apollo and Zennie had been operating illegally in Mexico. Former American Special Forces sheep-dipped into the CIA, they worked for a front company named Overland Shipping Consultants and were in the interior of Mexico battling the powerful drug cartels. The teams fought against the cartels’ ultraviolent regime and tried to disrupt the constant flow of narcotics into the United States. Since the attack on the United States nearly seven weeks prior, the four-man team had fought their way north, trying to return to U.S. soil. The reports of the EMP event in the United States were less pronounced in Mexico; however, a lot of technology had failed. But now, trapped in a warehouse used by the drug cartels to smuggle drugs under the Rio Grande, they were surrounded by thousands of undead. They were in trouble.
“Chivo, what do you think? I’m not sure we’re going to be able to get to the river and sneak over the fence without being detected,” Apollo whispered.
Chivo shrugged. “We might have to double time it, run and gun and hope for the best.”
Undead corpses scraped against the side of the building, dragging pieces of the fence and building off as the mass of bodies flowed like a river burst from a dam. The moans were so loud that the four men could barely hear each other’s voices, but still they whispered for fear of being detected by the passing undead.
“Well mano, either way we can’t hold up here. I don’t think the building is going to remain intact for much longer. We’ve got to get back to CONUS and figure out what the fuck happened.” Chivo was interrupted by the sound of the heavy metal fence around the building twisting and breaking. “Zennie, check the overhead door on the northeast corner. Make sure it’s safe to open and see if there is a way to open it quietly. As long as we have stealth on our side we’ll use it, but we’ll break with bounding overwatch if we have to. As long as we make it across the river and through the fence, I think we’ll be OK from the swarm.”
Zennie nodded and evaporated into the shadows, walking to the roll-up door like a ghost. The other three team members moved towards the overhead door but took defensive positions in case they had to immediately engage any threats beyond the door. Through the grainy green world shown to Chivo through his NODs, he watched Zennie check the door for any IEDs. The business that operated this warehouse was only to provide a
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