I found myself stood next to 7 comrades, all dressed in our camo uniforms, with armour on our knees and elbows. We wore riot helmets and carried batons and riot shields, the sort that lock together. A scream went out and our visors went down, they were charging at us...
This was just the basic training, we had to learn how to use our gear, the infected were close and we had to fight like a team if we were to have any chance. Most of us had large 'Armadillo' shields that create an impenetrable wall, while others had circular 'Captain America' shields. These guys were the snatch squad, while we were holding back our adversaries, the snatch squad would steam through and apply the batons with extreme prejudice.
Following riot training we were off to the firing range, we'd need guns for this and we had to learn to fight in our environment. After a couple of shots on the range we were learning how to extract from vehicles and fire while advancing on our enemies.
The training was exhausting, health and safety was out of the window, we sat down for a breather but it turns out we didn't have time. The infected had broken through!
Our squad jumped in a transit and screamed to the compound, it was outdoors and strewn with rubble, as we got close the sirens went on and we flicked our visors down. The van screamed to a halt and we piled out. The Armadillo squad of 4 set up ahead of me led by Spenno, they took a knee so that the snatch squad that Tim led and I was part of could see over them. The snatch squad was armed with a baton, shield and semi-auto M4 carbines.
We saw one, it was walking slowly towards us. We let rip with the M4s but he didn't go down. More were spotted on the roof tops, throwing bottles and tyres at us, some came from behind so we ditched the guns and went in.
Zombies are relentless foes, they grab, claw at you and they take a pummeling. One of our team was down, zombie on top of him, three of us tried to pull it off, but it was too strong. We laid in with the batons until it stopped moving and freed our comrade, he was ok. Just.
We quickly rallied and moved around the compound, more came, we fought. One threw a barrel at Tim as we charged him with our shields, these monsters could fight! The journalist who was with us got too close, we watched him go down and rushed to assist. The zombie didn't last long but it was too late. We watched as the journo spasmed and then blood came from his mouth. He was now one of them.
We pushed forward and formed another solid wall. Our CO ordered me and two others to clear some portacabins, we kicked the door in and climbed over the overturned desks. Three infected came at us, the fighting was brutal and real, elbows flew batons swung, then one got on my back. I fell out of the doorway and managed to throw him off.
We fought valiantly but it was no good, we had to retreat, the van was only 30 meters away, we'd have to make a dash for it. I turned to Spenno and he was screaming at me, he had a zombie on his back. They fell to the floor and we laid in, this was the toughest zombie of all and we were exhausted. My baton was used so fiercely it broke, others came and helped and eventually the zombie wilted. Spenno was in a bad way though, he might not make it.
We rushed to the van, diving in the doors, the zombies were chasing and trying to climb through the windows, the driver punched it and we managed to get out.
This was our first of two encounters of the day, we'd lose more before the day was out. RIP Spenno.
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