Board Thread:Forum Games/@comment-30517583-20170912105611/@comment-30517583-20170915031944

You run away from the zombies, fast as you can.You can feel sweat pooling on the collar of your Bulldozer suit. The dense cloud of fog whips at your face, and visibility decreases further. Suddenly, you see the dark outlines of buildings in the distance."Guys, one last effort! We're almost there!" The three of you barrel into the centre of the cluster of buildings, and gasp for breath.Water drips from your combat fatigues and boots from the river crossing you did a minute back.You walk around one of the rectangular barns and find the ammo box left there for the garrison. You take out the half-used ammo belt of your M249, and slide in a fresh belt. You also take another two belts to fill up your supply of ammo.You wave over your two compatriots to top up their ammo supplies.Your subordinate mutters something to himself, but you can just hear it."******* mongrel...."This one will be trouble....Your sniper says nothing, just slides a few more rounds into the magazine of his Remington.A small boom erupts in the distance. It is quickly followed by another.Your DB gunner will die a certain death today.It is followed by another boom, but after that no shots ring out anymore.Your subordinate curses."shit....SHIT!"He degenerates into a fit of sobs and growls, and a cold sweat breaks over you.He glares at you with a coldness that could have extinguished an elemental on its own.Fortunately, he does not rebel....Just yet.More shots break out across the rugged landscape of Last Harvest, a tinny cacophany of automatic fire mixed in with shotgun booms and the discharge of pistols."The other groups are engaging! We'll head for the enty area for now."Your two squaddies still follow you, but you can feel the glowering gaze of your subordinate and the icy disapproving stare of you sniper on your back.You are quickly interupted by the moans of zombies.Quickly, your eyes scan the landscape for any terrain that you can make use of.Your eyes fix on the rugged hill you are running alongside."Up the hill! ON THE DOUBLE!!!!"The three of you scramble up the hill.Panting, you sit down on the top of the hill.Not long after, your sniper takes up his rifle and lets off another potshot at the approaching zombies. God knows how he can see through the fog.The first zombies advance towards you, barely discernable through the fog.You wait until the zombies are within your kill zone, an uncomfortable 50 metres. You were never good at aiming even in the military, but you can still hit targets with reasonable accuracy.All this time you sniper pours a hail of shots into the approaching zombies. Ten unmoving corpses attest to his skill.He places his last shot into the forehead of an approaching brute, and slings his rifle around his shoulder, taking out his Colt Python."I'm out!"The first few figures reach the fringes of your kill zone. You wait for a few more to gather...NOW!You squeeze the trigger of your M249, and send a two round burst into the horde, followed by another.The first zombie's head is blown off by one of your bullets, and the second wears a tactical vest as one of your former comrades, stopping your barrage in its tracks.By now, more have gathered.You simply let the machine gun do its thing instead.In the space of a second, four zombies are motionless figures at the base of the hill. Despite this, the zombies have started to climb up the hill.Your subordinate joins in, heavy booming of the Wingmaster joining in with the spitting of the M249.Your sniper also begins to empty his gun, perfect accuracy leaving zombie corpses sliding down the hill on a slick trail of blood.A cry sounds from beside you."SHIT!"An edgar has latched his tongue around your subordinate's waist. You can still feel the recoil of your M249, can still sense there remains twenty or more bullets in the belt...Shit! What do I do!?If I let him die, I will get rid of another problem....Plus, swinging around my gun will give enough time for the zombies to advance up the hill. He is on the verge of madness....He might kill me....However, if I don't....I lose another gun.....And who knows how my sniper might react? I can use the manual's directive as an excuse.....It says that if a teammate is in danger, do not save him unless it is certain that you can survive in the process..... Decision Time!!!!