Announcements went out over the loud speakers saying, "Emergency report, emergency report! This is not a drill. All hands not currently on watch must immediately report to the West Perimeter Road. Muster with the Small Arms Supervisor at the West Gate Guard Shack."
"Guess this shit's for real," was all I could come up with to say on such short notice. Mbu was just as speechless watching all the citizens of Code Gray scramble about.
Father Ng found us then. "Your mother and I have decided we're not going to stay here any longer. Hand of Karma is at the fence trying to get in. We've heard about a safe haven in Ashland, Oregon. We're going to escape from here and go there."
"Dad, what's Hand of Karma?"
"You haven't heard the radios?"
"We've been on foot without a radio since we left that crazy town."
"Well, apparently, there's a crazy monk who is leading the zombies to fresh kills. He also has a cult following comprised of living people. He believes that he has been chosen by God to wipe out all evil in the world. He believes that anyone the zombies kill must have been evil in the eyes of God."
"That sounds like Hadji!" I yelled.
"Yes, that's the monk's name," said Father Ng.
"This is all our fault. We must have led him here. He must have been following us this whole time!" Mbu said, slamming his fist on a wall.
"You can't blame yourself, son. They've been roaming all over. They're a rather large group. They would have come here anyway. Right now, it's time to help your mother and me to keep your brother and sister safe from the attack on our refuge."
Out the window of the mess hall, we could see that the perimeter had been breached. Zombies were spilling in. The six of us mad for the East Gate. The Centimator was there as the sole guardian of the East entrance.
Hadji had sent a contingent of the living to attack the East Gate because he had heard the announcements on the PA. He knew it would be a weak point.
The Ng family and I entered the guard shack and armed ourselves. The small arms locker had been left open and unattended in all the confusion. Father Ng, Mbu and I found all kinds of weapons from firearms to hand grenades. We went out to help the Centimator defend the East Gate.
The soldiers had their hands full using their machine guns to mow down the coming masses of people. Luckily, Hadji had his zombie hordes concentrated at the West Gate.
I pulled a pin from a grenade and threw it into the heart of the crowd. The explosion seemed to disperse them all around. From there, it was a simple matter of mop up for us. It should've been smooth sailing from there, but then the zombies started coming.
I tried the whole grenade tactic again, but that didn't send them scrambling like it did with the living. As a matter of fact, even some of the fallen zombies were still crawling and clawing their way toward us. The three of us sought shelter in the guard shack.
The Centimator had a turret on top, manned by a soldier armed with a machine gun. He tried his darndest to get the closest of the undead, but there were just too many of them. The zombies surrounded the Centimator. Higher math couldn't calculate how many pieces the machine gunner ended up in.
The panicked soldiers inside tried to escape the assault vehicle. They were immediately set upon by the zombies. Within seconds there were intestines, blood, exposed bones and raw flesh everywhere. The screams stopped then. From the guard shack, where we were hiding, the three of us watched in horror as the bloodbath ensued in dramatic detail.
At this point, there were only a dozen or so zombies. They were temporarily distracted by their unholy feast. We took this opportunity to take them out one by one from the safety of the guard shack window. I felt like a sniper in some shooter video game.
There was a huge din still coming from the base. The three of us cautiously exited the guard shack and made our way to the Centimator. We worked together to clear it of bodies both dead and re-dead.
The Centimator comfortably seats six in the back, two up front and one on top. We loaded the six of us up inside and made our way around to the West Gate to help with the fight there. Unfortunately, it was fairly vacated. The fight had moved inside the walls. With heavy hearts, we decided it was time to head west. Multitudes of people joined the greater number on this day at the Battle of Code Gray.
"Guess this shit's for real," was all I could come up with to say on such short notice. Mbu was just as speechless watching all the citizens of Code Gray scramble about.
Father Ng found us then. "Your mother and I have decided we're not going to stay here any longer. Hand of Karma is at the fence trying to get in. We've heard about a safe haven in Ashland, Oregon. We're going to escape from here and go there."
"Dad, what's Hand of Karma?"
"You haven't heard the radios?"
"We've been on foot without a radio since we left that crazy town."
"Well, apparently, there's a crazy monk who is leading the zombies to fresh kills. He also has a cult following comprised of living people. He believes that he has been chosen by God to wipe out all evil in the world. He believes that anyone the zombies kill must have been evil in the eyes of God."
"That sounds like Hadji!" I yelled.
"Yes, that's the monk's name," said Father Ng.
"This is all our fault. We must have led him here. He must have been following us this whole time!" Mbu said, slamming his fist on a wall.
"You can't blame yourself, son. They've been roaming all over. They're a rather large group. They would have come here anyway. Right now, it's time to help your mother and me to keep your brother and sister safe from the attack on our refuge."
Out the window of the mess hall, we could see that the perimeter had been breached. Zombies were spilling in. The six of us mad for the East Gate. The Centimator was there as the sole guardian of the East entrance.
Hadji had sent a contingent of the living to attack the East Gate because he had heard the announcements on the PA. He knew it would be a weak point.
The Ng family and I entered the guard shack and armed ourselves. The small arms locker had been left open and unattended in all the confusion. Father Ng, Mbu and I found all kinds of weapons from firearms to hand grenades. We went out to help the Centimator defend the East Gate.
The soldiers had their hands full using their machine guns to mow down the coming masses of people. Luckily, Hadji had his zombie hordes concentrated at the West Gate.
I pulled a pin from a grenade and threw it into the heart of the crowd. The explosion seemed to disperse them all around. From there, it was a simple matter of mop up for us. It should've been smooth sailing from there, but then the zombies started coming.
I tried the whole grenade tactic again, but that didn't send them scrambling like it did with the living. As a matter of fact, even some of the fallen zombies were still crawling and clawing their way toward us. The three of us sought shelter in the guard shack.
The Centimator had a turret on top, manned by a soldier armed with a machine gun. He tried his darndest to get the closest of the undead, but there were just too many of them. The zombies surrounded the Centimator. Higher math couldn't calculate how many pieces the machine gunner ended up in.
The panicked soldiers inside tried to escape the assault vehicle. They were immediately set upon by the zombies. Within seconds there were intestines, blood, exposed bones and raw flesh everywhere. The screams stopped then. From the guard shack, where we were hiding, the three of us watched in horror as the bloodbath ensued in dramatic detail.
At this point, there were only a dozen or so zombies. They were temporarily distracted by their unholy feast. We took this opportunity to take them out one by one from the safety of the guard shack window. I felt like a sniper in some shooter video game.
There was a huge din still coming from the base. The three of us cautiously exited the guard shack and made our way to the Centimator. We worked together to clear it of bodies both dead and re-dead.
The Centimator comfortably seats six in the back, two up front and one on top. We loaded the six of us up inside and made our way around to the West Gate to help with the fight there. Unfortunately, it was fairly vacated. The fight had moved inside the walls. With heavy hearts, we decided it was time to head west. Multitudes of people joined the greater number on this day at the Battle of Code Gray.
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