Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30517583-20170909222345

This is a short story that I MIGHT continue.

R2D references used. "On my mark! 3....2.....1.....LAUNCH!!!!"The M939 truck growled, and tumbled out into the endless sky.The passengers on the truck, at the mercy of the sky, held on grimly as icy gusts of wind brushed their faces and bodies, forcing them into an embryo of pain and unconsciousnessThe M939 truck continued to fall, and fall, and fall....."Steady...GO!!!"The soldiers on the truck were jolted back into reality as two parachute billowed out from behind them.The soldiers were now out of the clouds, and they peered out from their seats at Kingstreet, a giant scab on the smooth expanse of the ocean.They could also see the wreckage of two ships that had slowly sank into the shallow, muddy seabed that suurrounded the shoreline of Kingstreet. One of them was the SS. Bolivar, the blackened craters of explosions covering its deck like ripples on a pond, the other a small tugboat that had been ripped to shreds by something....or someone.The city itself was an endless expanse of twisted, rotting and rusting iron and concrete buildings. The M939 drited closer....Close enough to see the tiny figures of Brutes and the small dots of other zombies.A club suddenly flew up at the M939, passing close enough to see the electric sparks jumping up out of the wooden frame.The M939 landed in the middle of the city, right next to a triangular building that had not finished construction. A burnt out armored van lay nearby, as well as the torn-apart corpse of a dead soldier, slowly rotting away. In his dead hands he clutched an old-issue Chinalake grenade launcher.The buildings were covered with bullet holes and the signs of grenade blasts. A section of sidewalk had been melted away by the intense heat of a molotov, and bullet casings lay scattered everywhere.The first groans lifted above the dead city, before the second M939 parachuted in.The B-52 bomber that had brought them in circled above the city, just out of club range, engines throbbing and overpowering the groans of the undead.Just as the first bombs fell. Massive gouts of concrete, steel and dirt were blasted into the sky, along with the grey and red of undead souls. The cacophony of noise lasted for a minute, before the bomber blasted into the sky, drifting off into the endless sky.The sky that would never be invaded by the undead.  