Turn 11 (1-5-3)
“Quinoness, protect our rear! Profile, fix bayonets. Charge!” commanded Highway. Quinoness turned his back on the Gunny and levelled his rifle down the trail. Highway and his PFC thundered into the backs of two zeds that were advancing on Jones. The sergeant waved his thanks and crashed the butt of his weapon into the slavering zed advancing on him from Johanson’s corpse.
Ernest Carver, squeezed the trigger of his shotgun. It roared to life and obliterated yet another zed.
“Gunny?” squeaked Quinoness, “you’d better come and see this.”
Out of the darkness of the Donkey Drive shantytown emerged a group of figures. All male, all armed. At the head a larger then life figure in a tight fitting brown suite smoking a cigar that matched his physic.
|The Donkey Drive Gang come to the Fight|