The Horde

"Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away" - The Rolling Stones


Flying in low the whirling blades of the helicopter were drowned out inside his helmet by Mick Jagger's voice belting out Gimme Shelter. He kept his eyes closed as tight as he could, trying his best to atleast get a few moments of rest, night runs always gave him a sense of doom and this time it wasn't any different. The call had come out a hour ago, Base Camp Meyer was under siege and surrounded, they had no fuel for air support and had high causalties. They were shooting anyone bitten quicker then they were killing the ones spreading the infection. Over half of the grunts were dead already and there was no true form of leadership... Captain Daniels gave the order, one that you never really want to hear or worse have to follow.


It was a simple task fly and give light air support so that the truth of the outbreak could be judged, and if found necessary ... exterminate everything in the area for five miles including the uninfected. Gripping the handle of his rifle tighter he sighed as the pilot broke in over the music "5 minutes". His eyes opened as the side doors slide open, the night sky was pitch black and cold. "If there is a god he's sure as shit isn't watching us anymore" ... He looked over at Micthell nodded his head.

As the helicopters came upon their destination the black starfilled sky gave way to flood lights and bon fires. The outter fence was gone, the inner barricade was overrun.. they were everywhere. They started their attack first fireing into the ones unlucky enough to be at the outter reaches of the camp the four copters moved in a circling pattern working closer to the center of the camp. Out in the thick of the mayhem stood a small unit of troops, 7 in total they had taken position on top of the armory.

"Captin... we got seven that are not I repeat not Infected they are located high enough for a pick up" His voice was sharp and clear, he wanted his point made that they in fact could save some, even through his orders were to do the exact opposite. " You have your orders strike leader"

He hung his head then gave the order "Black Star Black Star", time slowed down for a second just long enough for him to mouth "I'm sorry" before the heavy guns and rocket launchers opened up on the Armory and everything else. As they took a hard left back into the blackness of the night he could hear the jet catching up and passing them. With in moments the smell of naplam soaked into the cabin.