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yet. Not by a long shot.”
“Damn right it’s not over,” Doug says. “We’ve got two tanks, a mounted
.50cal machine gun, and eight bad ass zombie survivalists willing to die for
each other. I’m not worried about us. I’m worried for anyone who tries to take
anything away from us. May God rest their souls.”
“Right on!” Rudy exclaims. “Well said my friend.”
“Everyone knows what to do,” Tony says. “Let’s do it. Hopefully this posture
only lasts a couple days.”
The group disperses and completes all their assigned tasks. In less than an
hour they are positioned at each of their assigned guard posts.
Joey’s voice crackles through the radio, “Anyone else getting bored yet?”
Becky sighs, “Jesus, Joey. We’ve only been on guard duty for twenty
minutes. You’re bored already?”
“Damn right I’m bored. All I see are squirrels.”
“Better than zombies!” Sara chips over the radio back at him.
“I guess you’re right about that!”
Tony turns to Doug in their tank in the back yard, “Do you hear this fool?
Bored already?”
“That’s Joey for ya,” Doug chuckles.
Tony picks up the radio, “Hey Joey, make sure you cycle the thermal sight
off about every half hour or so. No need to put added pressure on the system
while it’s still daylight.”
“Yeah,” Joey says. “But it’s so cool being able to see squirrels and deer
and… wait a minute. I see a zeek.”
“Where is he? Is he alone?” Tony asks.
“He came out from behind the house about 100 yards down the street.”
“Keep the reticle on him and wait to see if there are any others with him.”
“Nope. He’s alone. Can I shoot him?”
“Yes, but make sure you have coax indexed, lase at him, dump the lead,
announce you’re firing, and fire a short burst.”
“Got it,” Joey says over the radio, then turns to Rudy. “It’s a good thing he
reminded me to index coax. I had HEAT indexed. Can you imagine shooting a
120mm High Explosive Anti-Tank round at a single zombie? Ha!” He takes a
deep breath and begins talking to himself theatrically, “Okay Tanker Joe. Index
coax, lase, dump my lead… ON THE WAY.” He squeezes the trigger and a short
burst of bullets leaves the M240 machine gun.
“Holy crap, Rudy! Did you see that?”
“Yeah, man. Looks like you cut him right in half.”
Tony’s voice comes back over the radio, “Report!”
Joey speaks into the radio, “Target one enemy zombie killed. Continuing to
observe. Over.”
“Good job Joey. Or should I say, Tanker Joe?” Tony says and giggles.
“Thanks, Tony! That felt AMAZING!”
Becky’s voice comes over the radio, “Break… break… break… Tony, do you
see what I see on the river coming from the east?”
“Just came into sight. What the hell?”
“What the hell indeed!”
“Well,” Tony begins, “It’s no Coast Guard Cutter, that’s for sure. That’s a
stealth ship.”
“Whatever it is, it looks like it’s driving in reverse,” Becky says.
“It is driving in reverse,” Tony responds. “Maybe showing us that it’s not a
threat, or maybe positioned for a quick get away? Stay sharp people. That ship
is armed to the teeth! I can see four people on the bridge but there could be
more. Those windows are pretty tiny.”
“Should we shoot a warning shot?” Sara asks.
“Hold your fire,” Tony’s voice replies. “We don’t even know if they see us.”
“Someone’s trying to get us on the short-wave, I think,” Becky says. “It
keeps clicking like someone’s pushing the button on the mic but no one’s
talking. Wait, every time I hear the click on the radio, I see a light flash on the
back deck of the ship.”
“Looks like they’re signaling us. They know we’re here.”
To be continued…
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