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“Dammit,” Doc spat. They are too close to Myles to use the 203, or I would have that fucking crowd decimated by now.”
“Yeah, I know, but just keep firing,” Webb yelled.
The infected were directly behind Myles and they were gaining ground. Unfortunately, Myles had 60 pounds’ worth of gear on and the infected had nothing slowing them down. Doc could take out a few legs in the horde, making some infected go down, tripping up those behind them. Webb and Abarra were mowing down as many as they could without hitting Myles. Their M4’s were in accord with each other as they sent tens of rounds into the quickly approaching infected. Myles was screaming as he ran, but even with his conditioning, he was quickly slowing down.
Suddenly, a woman came running out of nowhere, bypassing the horde. She was infected, but was running like a cheetah on the Serengeti. The woman was easily passing the rest of the infected like a thoroughbred coming from the outside at the Kentucky Derby. She was the fastest of the infected anyone had seen.
“Holy shit, she is almost on top of him, but I can’t sight her in. Myles is in the way!” Webb exclaimed. “Anyone else have a shot?”
“I might in a couple seconds,” Doc replied.
“Well, take it as soon as you can.” Webb barked
“Come on, come on, just a few more yards, and then I got your bitchass,” Doc pleaded. Just as the knuckles on his finger were whitening on the trigger, the woman dove for Myles. Doc’s shot went wild over her head and embedded in the wall next to the pizza place. “Shit,” he yelled. By the time he adjusted his aim for another shot, she was on top of Myles riding him to the ground.
Myles was yelling at the top of his lungs, “Get her off me. Get her the fuck off me!” He was face down trying to fight her off.
For the next couple of seconds, time stood still. Doc fired a round from his M4 that struck the infected woman in the shoulder, spinning her off of Myles. He struggled to get up and as he regained his feet; the woman was up again and jumped on his back. Doc sighted on her again and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck her in the left temple that snapped her head back and she slumped off.
Myles ran, still yelling as the rest of the team continued to send rounds in the throng. The M4’s sang in unison as they sent 5.56mm projectiles into the infected, producing clouds of blood and gore along with scattering bits of skull and bone all over the floor and walls.
“We need to back out of here and find another way through on the outside of the terminal. This little party is going to bring every infected throughout this whole fucking building.” While Webb barked out orders, Myles continued to yell. Abarra grabbed Myles’ shoulders and shook him, “Calm the fuck down, you’re safe.”
It was then that Abarra noticed Myles was holding the back of his neck and saw the blood seeping out from between his fingers. Abarra’s face turned ghostly white as the blood drained from it.
Webb noticed his face, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, let’s get the fuck out of here.” Abarra yelled as the team continued firing.
Doc roared, “You guys make your way out. I’ll cover your six.”
Abarra escorted Myles toward the outside doors, while Webb and Doc laid down suppressive fire.
Doc loaded a 40mm grenade in his M203, “Here comes the pain, bitches.” Foomp! The grenade landed in the middle of the infected mass and exploded in an enormous wall of flame and smoke. An eruption of gore, blood and body parts rained down like a hailstorm as Webb and Doc turned and sprinted toward the terminal doors to outside.
As Webb ran, a voice came over his comms. “Spider, this is Father. Do you copy?”
“Go ahead, Father.”
“We have the asset, repeat, we have the asset. Get the fuck out of there.”
“Copy that, we are already making our way out. We have some company, so be advised.”
“Copy that. We will wait for them. When able, get that exfil in here ASAP.”
“Copy, I’m on it.” Webb and Doc were almost to the terminal exit. “Eagle one, eagle one, this is Spider. Do you copy?”
After a few seconds, “Copy Spider, this is Eagle one.”
“We need exfil ASAP. Asset is in custody, and we need exfil. Location is hot, I repeat location is hot. Do you copy?”
“Copy that. Immediate exfil requested and location is hot. We will provide support during exfil. ETA five mics.”
“Copy that Eagle One, Spider out.”
20 seconds later, Webb and Doc made it out of the terminal. The rest of the team moved to form up on Webb.
Priest spoke, “Maintain a defensive perimeter. Shaw and I will take 12 and 6 o’clock.”
