“Drive off! Drive off!” yelled Jimmy. “There’s more still in there!”
There seemed to be thousands of them that poured from the remnant of the platform’s shell and from what Jimmy saw, they all bunched up and hid within re-enforced cargo sea containers that were built within the structure. The mob flooded from the machine as the Humvees once again opened fire on the zombie horde. Dr. Z had emerged from the smoking top of the demolished rampart with one arm that must have been severed off, directing with his other arm for the horde to make their final blitz attack. The other zombies dragged their own high powered weapon of which they found a mount that wasn’t damaged. To the shock of those firing back, it would seem they managed to salvage a Mark 19 grenade launcher.
“Get rolling!” yelled Jada. “It’s a Mar ---”
She never got to finish her message as the Plunk! Plunk! Plunk! of the Mark 19 found its mark, ignited her Humvee in a huge plume of fire. The rest of the Humvees had trouble peeling away as they were on shifting sands while the zombies were able to fire without too much interference, igniting one Humvee after the other as the more ravenous horde rushed them all, clamoring on top of the vehicles and wildly attempting to breach them.
The police cruisers were shooting up the mob before they were heavily laden with zombies that broke the windshields and ripped the throats out of the defending Marines, one of which drove straight for the platform itself and flipped over an overturned Humvee. The piled on police car flew in the air and with the dying smile of the driver, crashed into the zombies on top and took out the entire upper half of the damaged rampart, along with the Mark 19. It was then that Dr. Z showed himself, riding on what looked to be a dirt bike of his own. He drove past his own underlings towards Jimmy.
“Ahhhhhh yeaaahhh!” said Vamp. “Now you’re on my turf mother fucker!” As he turned his bike and was prepared to flank Dr. Z.
Dr. Z turned and roared with a sickening echoing type laughter, as he pulled out a P-90 machine gun and opened fire at Vamp.
“What the fu---“ was his last words as the automatic machine gun ripped into his throat and chest as his wild eyes blankly stared into space. It was doubtful that he felt his brain matter spatter from the back of his exposed skull as Vamp tumbled with his bike and skidded into the bloody mess that would be his final resting place.
“Showtime mother fucker!” Showtime yelled as he threw a chain around Dr. Z’s neck and pulled hard on him.
Dr. Z wrapped the chain around him and yanked back which surprised Showtime as he was plucked off his own bike and skidded into the dirt, being dragged around before he let go himself, only to find he had become entangled in his own chain. Showtime began to scream with pain as he was dragged through the road before Dr. Z let go, turning around and with a violent crunch, ran him over, compacting his head into the pavement and splattering his brains.
“Showtiiiiimmmmeeeeee….” grumbled Dr. Z. His white eyes then turned towards the other bikers whom swung around and used their machine guns to pick off the zombies that were attempting to break into the armored car.
Jimmy and Buzz managed to help the armored car break free of the mob as those inside re-loaded the mini guns. Dr. Z came around and attempted to fire his automatic rifle at the bikers only to have the gun jam up on him.
“Bingo,” said Frontsight and pulled the trigger.
Dr. Z’s head exploded in a huge spattering mist as the rest of him turned sharply and tumbled into the dessert. The body continued to spasm until it was shot a third, fourth, and fifth time as his body exploded into pieces. Frontsight had gotten out of the engagement and set up on a hill a ways from the ongoing battle, as the others were drawn towards the task at hand. Frontsight looked into his scope again and began to pick off the zombies left and right while Jimmy and Buzz were driving in figure eight patterns, cutting through zombies and expending their ammunition until they were completely out. The armored car also ran out of ammunition as it drove through a swath of zombies and made a break for it along with the two remaining bikers with Frontsight shortly behind them as the zombies were still coming after them.
* * *
There were only three bikers left out of the gang that was once 8 as they rode along the highway, following the trail of the convoy. They had successfully stopped the strange zombies that had become self-aware though they did not know why such a thing had occurred. The armored car drove along with them with the last remaining members of the brave Marines that stood with them. The sun rose in the early morning as they slowly came to a halt, overlooking the valley down below, having made it to the supposed point where the rest had gone.
“So where is this piece of glorious heaven our brothers and many other people have died for?” said Buzz as he lit a cigarette.
“Over there I guess,” said Jimmy, surveying the area with binoculars.
“That looks like a town of the dead,” said Frontsight.
“Look!” Buzz said, “Isn’t that the convoy?”
“Let’s go…”
“Hold…hold…” Jimmy said suddenly.
“What?” asked Frontsight
“Look…” Jimmy said with a grim demeanor.
“Mother fucker…”
END
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