Joseph Talluto - Taking It Back

From my vantage point, I could see the mass of zombies milling about the fence. My original estimate had been around two thousand. Looking at the horde in front of me, I figured I was short by at least a thousand or two. I let out a long breath, then started to set up for my job.

I laid out my rifle, a scoped AR-15, and placed all the magazines I had within easy reach. Thanks to Charlie finding ammo at State Center Bravo, I had five hundred rounds with which to work. I only had six forty-round magazines, so some reloads were going to be necessary, but that didn’t worry me too much.

I placed my backpack on the container, intending to use it as a rest for my sniping. The zombies were effectively three hundred yards away, and I needed every advantage I could get. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over at Charlie’s container. A small dog was sniffing around the base and scratching at whatever it was dogs scratched at when they wanted something. I laughed at the thought of big Charlie being afraid of a rat terrier.

I clicked on the radio and called Charlie into action. When he asked about the noise, I told him just to get in place and not worry about it. Within a few minutes, Charlie was on the top of his container, set up the way I was. Charlie doused the dog with water from his canteen and it ran off. In all honesty, the dog actually astonished me, since I hadn’t seen one since the Upheaval. Most family pets had been devoured when the worst hit and their owners turned and the few in yards had been eaten as well. That little guy must have managed to escape and was living wild. Good luck, buddy.

Our activity had attracted the attention of a few zombies and they started to head back in our direction. They would be first.

I settled down and sighted in my first kill. It was a man in a threadbare business suit, missing one shoe and most of his face. His left eye hung out of its socket and bounced crazily as he took staggering steps across the field. I let out a breath and pulled the trigger. The rifle cracked loudly as the. 223 round punched through the air and penetrated the man’s grey forehead. The back of his head blew outward and he dropped backwards, his eyes finally seeing nothing. The smartass part of me wondered if his left eye was relieved from seeing nothing but feet.

The shot turned heads and the group started towards me in earnest. I shifted my aim and started to work, shooting the ones closest to me and working my way backwards. It got a little gross as the zombies got closer, not only from looking close up at dead faces and shooting them, but the ones who had fallen were pulped by hundreds of feet squishing them into the ground. Several of the ghouls were falling down, tripping over permanently dead comrades. I missed a few shots that way, aiming at a head that suddenly dropped out of sight just as I pulled the trigger.

I changed magazines when the first one went dry, adjusted the power on the scope, and went back to work, dropping the Z’s as they got closer and closer. The mass of the horde started to shift my way and I was going to be facing a real dilemma soon.

When I ran out of magazines, I had left about two hundred zombies dead on the grass. They were about fifty yards from me and closing in. I worked my way back along the container, taking my supplies with, then dropped back on the ground. I tossed the materials back into the container, then scooted inside. I secured the door and waited.

Sure enough, Charlie started his killing, which was designed to draw the mass away from my container over to his. I sat on the floor reloading magazines while outside zombies died. The light from my flashlight was accented by sunlight as some of Charlie’s rounds penetrated the sides of the container. That was why I was on the floor.

After about ten minutes of constant firing, the shots faded away, and I figured Charlie had beat a retreat like I had done. I waited to hear the next round of shots, and sure enough, there they were. Sheriff Harlan had gathered everyone with a scoped rifle to the wall and had stationed them at intervals. They were to pick up the firing once Charlie and I had ducked for cover. I waited until I had counted about one hundred shots, then called the Sheriff on the radio.

“Sheriff-Talon here. What’s the situation?”

The radio hissed and then I heard, “Not bad. You look cleared to go.”

“Thank you. See you topside.”

I checked in with Charlie and he said he was reloaded and ready to go.

I shrugged into my backpack, making sure my weapons were ready and spare magazines were within easy reach. My hand tool was set and my SIG was topped of with a fifteen round magazine. I pushed open the door and walked right into the middle of five zombies. From his location on the fence, Sheriff Harlan couldn’t have seen them.

Decaying hands reached for me as the sounds of hungry moans filled my ears. I had no retreat as one moved in between me and the door of the container. I ducked as grasping hands reached for my neck and I swung my rifle in a wide circle, knocking three of them off their feet. I stood up and a zombie girl grabbed the strap of my backpack and pull me close for a bite. I didn’t give her the chance as I slammed my hand up under her chin, snapping her head back and causing her blackened teeth to clack loudly. I grabbed her throat with one hand while stepping back from the first three slowly getting back to their feet. I pinned her to the cargo container and dropped the rifle as the first one came close. I drew my SIG and blew a large hole in his face, dropping him in a heap. The girl I had pinned to the wall was snapping and twisting, trying to get a bite out of my wrist. I lined up the second one, a fat individual or at least he would have been if his guts hadn’t been ripped out. Shreds of grey skin hung over a gaping hole in his cheek, which landed in the dirt after I shot him in the eye. I figured there was a second before the next two got to me, I spun around and shot the female in the forehead, her eyes rolling up in surprise at the new skylight in her skull.

The other two zombies were coming fast and I didn’t have much time. I pivoted and shot quickly, the shot entering the first zombie’s open mouth and exiting through the back of his neck severing his spine. The last Z barreled into me, knocking me back into the cargo container. I slipped on the girl I had shot and slid down just as his jaws snapped against the container. I found myself on the ground looking up at a zombie that looked down at me, his lips curling back from his mouth, revealing his broken, yellowed teeth. His head came down as my arm shot up, shoving the barrel of my SIG in his mouth. His teeth chewed the metal millimeters from my trigger finger as I fired, blowing the back of his head off and sending bits of his diseased brain into orbit.

I shoved the thin body off of me and stood up quickly, scanning the area for further threats. Not seeing any, I retrieved my rifle and hunkered down, breathing heavily and shaking my head. No matter what anyone says, no matter what all the movie hype tells you, close quarters combat takes a lot out of you.

I checked the rifle and it seemed okay, no barrel obstructions or otherwise. Sudden movement caught my eye and I stood up, watching Charlie run over from his container. Some slower moving zombies from the main horde saw the movement as well and they swung around to start their inevitable march towards their prey.

“Jesus, you okay?” Charlie asked, breathing heavily. His run had been precarious, the ground was liberally littered with newly made re-corpses.

I nodded. “All’s well. Thought that last guy was going to be the end when I slipped, but thankfully he hesitated when I disappeared from view.”

Charlie looked around at the bodies. “Nice work. I figured you for two or three to one, but five’s impressive.”