Snippet #3146

"Mayday mayday mayday, this is Sergent Puckett of U.S. Army Rangers. I am trapped at Eight. Four. One. One. Clairence Blvd. If anyone is out there respond, IMMEDIATELY over!"

George tapped his ear piece and listened as the message repeated. Williams looked up the stairs, waving for him to answer. Most of the dead were clear now. So he opened his mike and replied, the calm voice sounding almost like an operator working as a dispatcher, rather then a surviving officer in a horrid mess.

"Sergeant Puckett, this is Corporal McCoy, Columbus SWAT Team. Confirmed situation critical at Eight. Four. One. One. Clairence Boulevard. En Route to provide additional fire support and extraction. ETA, roughly Five minutes. Hang tight, and stay on this frequency. Over."

Williams was already waving him off, and the dead had lulled. So he was already down the stairs and snapping off nods and salutes with the boys downstairs, Johnson clearing the baricades to cover his six while he cleared some space for the Ranger. At the outskirts they were at, Clairence Blvd was not that far off, so five minutes was realistic. He made his way down the road, heading for the intersection that would give him a clear line of sight on the building reported. Within four minutes of a brisk pace, he was at the intersection, and sure enough, the undead were attracted like moths to the flame. He checked his corners, clear. Johnson dropped to a crouch and watched their backs while George dropped to a knee as well, sighting the closest hostile towards the building. The crack of the rifle blew its head wide open, and the bolt cycled and dropped the next zombie. The cavalry had arrived, so to speak. The MP-5 fired a few times as undead began filtering in from behind them, but Johnson had lived through this and knew what he was doing. Semi-Auto shots, no spray and pray. Since he had a hands free headset, he calmly informed the Ranger of the current situation.

"Me and a second SWAT Officer are on site. Once you can get clear of the building, meet up with us. We can't hold this position forever, and can't spare the fuel for a helicopter extraction. Over"

The rifle cracked again, and again, and again, a good second or two pause between each, and he took a briefest possible pause to reload and set another round into the chamber. The dead, between the Ranger fire and the sniper fire, were thinning rapidly. Johnson fired the occasional shot, the undead were thinned here for the moment. Williams and the others were still good, he knew they were by the banter that was relayed by voice from Johnson. There were civilians also attempting to help, which was good, and bad if they got cocky. But he couldn't contact them, so he stayed content to keep them clear as possible.