Hell on Earth

[tomo666]

"We need assistance at Rockbrook, we got three men down and the damn barricade ain't holding!" shouted the SWAT commander over the noise of gunfire and screams. His group were ordered to protect the perimeter around the small town of Rockbrook, but right now ammunition was running out and a large group of hysterical people had gathered, with the zombies following close behind them. Every now and again, a corpse would go down in a bloody mess with bullet holes all over it's body. Their only hope was to keep going and as he had darkly suggested "When in doubt, get the fuck out". Then, a SWAT team member rushed up to him. "Commander Johnson, Briggs is down and more of those things are comin' up the road," shouted one of the commander's less experienced officers. "And I admit, I am frightened sir.". Commander Johnson sighed. It was hell trying to find reinforcements and the commander was narked. "Okay, look Andrews, we can't do much else, so in the next five minutes tell those people to get in the SWAT trucks and any other officers or civilians to follow close behind in the squad cars, 'cos there's no more point in trying to hold out here. It's not gonna work." "Sir yes sir!" shouted the rookie. The commander threw down his radio, grabbed his gun and started firing rounds at the undead.

FIVE MINUTES LATER...

The headlamps of cars lit up the road as the convoy of trucks and cars blasted down the road. Commander Johnson was trying to reach headquarters via the radio once again, but every time he tried all that was heard was an eerie silence. "My god," the driver gasped, when they passed a deserted school with decaying bodies in the playground. "It's like hell on earth." Johnson grimly shook his head and said "It was always hell on earth, man." There was no hope of anyone still alive in headquarters and if there was, they must have fled and taken all the weapons and ammunition with them. Don't think like that, Commander Johnson told himself, you'll only make things worse. "Commander, where are we going?" said the deputy "Because it seems like there's nowhere left to go." "We'll just keep moving and find a safe spot, like an empty shopping centre or some shit." Johnson said acidly. He knew that they were running low on petrol, but didn't mention it in case he spooked everyone. Suddenly, a crash was heard from the car at the back, then a few gunshots and screams. "STOP!!!" yelled Johnson. The truck skidded to a halt and Johnson and two other men jumped out. They crept towards the crash with their rifles drawn. What they found was four bloodied corpses lying on the ground, half eaten with bite marks on their arms and neck. "Mother of God" one of the men gasped when one of the corpses started twitching. Johnson took out his revolver and, with tears streaking down his face, fired a bullet into the corpse's face. He then urged the other men to do the same thing, and without a word walked back to the truck. "Get a nove on guys!" cried Johnson to the two SWAT guys on the road, studying the corpses. Then he turned to the driver. "How far is the precinct?" he asked, but suddenly got cut off by screams from outside. He rushed out to see what was happening. One of the SWAT officers was down on the ground, lying in a pool of blood with a chunky bite mark on his shoulder, whilst being attacked by his already zombified companion. "What the hell..." muttered Johnson as he looked around and saw ten or twenty zombies stumbling towards the convoy from the hills. Johnson grabbed his M16 from the truck and shouted "I need some help out here!". Immediately, the remaining SWAT guys jumped out with rifles ready. "Open fire!" cried Johnson. Bullets whizzed past Johnson. One creature got shot in the stomach and then got downed by a shot in the head. Soon, all creatures where dead and the convoy moved on towards an uncertain future.

TWO WEEKS LATER...

Johnson woke up to the odd mixture of groans and birds chirping. "Well, let's see, day 15, still no hope or survivors and too many goddamn zombies, just another day in hell." he said, exasperated. He went into the small kitchen and made some coffee and pancakes for his breakfast. "Well, on the bright side Johnson, at least you're not alone..." said Johnson's teammate Danny Stryder, a spoiled rich kid who was forced into the police services when new officers where running low. "Guess you're right Dan, once again," said Johnson, tired. "Anything new on the radio?". "Nah, just that same old bullcrap..."EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM, please wait for further news reports...ya know, how many times can we wait for further news reports?" said Danny. "How much ammo we got left?" said Johnson, his cheeks bulging with pancakes and syrup dribbling down his chin. "We got 28 of those pussy 9MMs, 16 shotgun shells and 3 M16 clips. Whaddya think, is that enough?" Johnson shrugged and said, "Eh, who knows? I already told you, we can't leave here with that little ammunition, those things would rip us to pieces..."

ANOTHER DAY IN HELL ON EARTH