Lexicon:Eating Brains
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The mob of Zs spread out across the street like a lazy tidalwave. I was riding shotgun and nodded to our driver; SGT Ramey who heaved her foot on the gas. We looked on in shock when the Blue team Humvee ahead of us plowed in, we slammed in behind them and had to swerve right to avoid rear-ending them. Bloody gray fists struck us from all sides as we continued to slow. I realized that more Zs were joining and the mediocre mob was becoming a horde. The radio began to crackle as SGT Laky tried to contact us from the other Humvee. By now we had gotten used to hearing other unit's radios being jammed as their situations turned bad and now the sound of interference wasn't comforting.
The glass on my window began to spiderweb crack as Laky's broadcast came through, "they're in our back hatch... engine's cooked... I won't let them eat our brains." Before I realized she was arming a satchel of C4 their was a deafening explosion and most of the Zs were knocked down. Blue team's sacrifice was all we needed and almost instantly Ramey swerved down an empty alley. The cop in the back that we had flex-tied had leaned to look over the seats and asked where we were going. I told Red team that St. Hilda's was overrun and that was where those Zs had came from.
Drake leaned forward and asked how I knew. I ignored the question, told Ramey to head East to Bland Auto Repair in Scarletwood, and was thankful for the fact my M40 gas mask hid the wireless headset on my right ear. As the ride grew quiet I got the same feeling I had from my first exposure to Malton. When I first arrived at quarantine HQ I had orders to find the equipment tent, on my way there a young soldier burst out of the Intel trailer, snatched a pen from my breast pocket, and slammed it into his ear. As he convulsed and hemorrhaged an Officer grabbed me by the shoulder and led me away.
"You'll need this" he said while placing something in my hand. It was a small black wireless headset taped to a glimmering silver flask inscribed with the words Use both in emergencies.
-Section 2 of Lieutenant Backland debriefing
References: Communications Blackout, Heavy Explosives, Weird Deaths
Cold obsidian 02:06, 1 February 2007 (UTC)
