“Christ Mickey, get yourself back here,” yell Choozo at his colleague’s retreating back.
Hearing the scream Gunny Highway moved to the shack’s front in time to see Qunioness disappearing into the tip.
|Highway takes on a Zed|
Turn 6 (6-5-4)
Highway returned to what remained of his platoon, “Jones, sitrep?”
“Were all OK Gunny. The others?”
“Quinoness is hiding in the tip at the back of this place. Choozo’s bought the farm. Stay here and hold this position. The rest of you follow me, where going to get Q. Indian file.”
|Highway Reassesses his Options|
Turn 7 (2-2-1) Rep 1 PEF in 6 (3-4-1)
“Move Out!” Highway jogged into the shantytown Profile and Carver falling in behind him.
As they disappeared what the corpse Brian Malarkey and Alice Jones pitched into view. Both Jones and Johanson held their nerve. Alice was dispatched by Jones’ round but Brian kept coming only slowed by a bullet that ripped off his lower left arm.
Turn 9 (3-6-1)
Snapping off a round Stitch Jones reduces the number of zeds. Johanson takes a second sight on Malarkey this time his bullet shatters the creature’s brain casing. Half lowering his rifle to admire his marksmanship the big Swede felt a hand slip around his neck from behind. He tried to spin to bring his rifle to bear but the hold was too strong a second hand gripped his jaw. Swede Johanson felt his head being jerked savagely around, he heard the vertebrae in his neck snap, but not the skin being ripped from his muscle.
Jones swallowed. He felt his knees wobble and he clutched tighter to his rifle. He pumped another round into the breach.
Johanson offed one zed as did Jones but the number of zeds was too great and the former was ‘attacked from the rear’ unable to defend himself (R1;3/2:R2;1/4) he succumbed. Jones had to take the ‘see the feast’ test and passed 2d6. 3 more zeds.
|More Damn Zeds|
Turn 10 (4-5-6)
The zed opposite Jones belched, stretched and left the, mutilated, Swedish corpse. Directing its attention at the Sergeant. The moaning of undead echoed around the shacks. Jones braced himself.
Highway gripped Quinoness and yanked him to his feet. He stared hard into his eyes. He saw a spark, not the blank lifeless look that was so common in the aftermath of Belleau Wood.
“Quinoness! You owe the Guards and me. Big time! Are you going to fall in or do I leave you here?”
The young soldier gazed about his situation. Colour came to his face and a glimmer of recognition appeared and he began to shake, “Gunny, I’m sorry.”
“No time for that now. Grab your rifle and lets get back to Jones. From the sound of it he’s in need of help. Where’s the civvi?”
“He went back when he heard the shooting Gunny,” answered Profile.
“Come on, move out!”
“Gunny,” Quinoness stammered, “thanks Gunny.”
“Quinoness, this don’t mean we’re going skinny dipping together,” replied Highway as he jogged off.
|Swede Falls, Ernest falls back to help.|