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Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 16, 2008 18:30:46 GMT -5
PFC headbutts the zed and crawls to the door. He closes it shut and pulls a few chairs in front of it. His neck bleeds buckets, while his spine is fractured. Aaron runs over and quickly applies a FAK to cure PFC's infection, while covering his wound. "I can't move. Take me upstairs..."
"Give me your sniper rifle, take this M16. BArricade this floor, and cover the entrances. " PFC grabs his radio."Alex, call external military. Use the radio. Switch to Frequency 90.92-dash-a. Report as PFC, and call for Huey's. They can't come down and get us, but they can light shit up." PFC forces himself to lay down flat, and control his rifle. He takes a few zeds down with shots. But, looking at the advancing horde, the chances of survival are looking slim. He prays Alex can come through.
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