Graves waves to them and shakes his head no. He motions for every one to load up and roll out. The jeep starts up and the crew gets loaded down and strapped in blood mace and Krash takes positions on the two dragons that are mounted on each side. The chopper takes off and heads towards base. As tank and graves head off as well.
They get into a little r&r time Tank cranks up the radio and “Born to be wild starts” playing. For once amongst all the fighting the entire killing and all the arguing a since of peace comes over them. Graves even seem continent for once and a little less stressed. The ride goes smooth for a while low activity practically no infected in sight. A few pop shots here and there but the two just jam out for the most part. Tank smiles and slows down a bit and motions for graves to open an ammo case in the back. Graves looks puzzled at first as they both have plenty of ammo but does so anyways. He grins as he pops the case open seeing ice and a few cold brews.
”You know we’re not suppose to be drinking on the job.” Graves yells out to him. Tank just laughs and takes the beer offered to him as they keep on their way. If only all their hunts would end like this a peace full ride home Graves thinks to himself. Unfortunately this trip would not be like that for long. The night started to come into the picture and the roads they traveled were not in the best of conditions. All of a sudden the infected starting popping out from nowhere and Graves could have sworn he heard the laughing again. He shook it off and got on the ball as he started unloading into the quickly forming crowd of zombies. Tank tried to maneuver through but the ruff terrain and the horde made it harder than he could handle. The jeep flipped sending graves flying from the back and sending a mass of ammo cases and equipment following him. He lands hard on the ground and rolls. He stays in a tucked position as he pushes forward trying to roll out of the reach of the ghouls and the other projectiles. He gets up with his blades out and goes to town as he quickly starts getting swarmed on. He tries searching through the crowd looking for tank though he heard the jeep crash but he couldn’t see through the crowd. He fought his way through severing heads, and any appendage that reached out for him.
All he saw was tragedy when he pushed his way through the crowd he could see the jeep overturned and tank laying there helpless and motionless. He let out a fierce roar of pain and anger as he continued cutting his way through making his way to the jeep. He dropped on of the blades down by his feet and pulled out his MP-5 and unloaded more fire into the crowd. Enraged in a burning fury he begins mowing down the undead bastards. His furry can be heard echoing through the valley as he reduces the mass herd into nothing more than a pile of flesh shredded and dismembered. He looks around for signs of movement and unloads a few more rounds into the pile just making sure.
He then quickly turns his attention back to his fallen comrade he ducks down looking for a pulse. A sigh of relive overwhelms him as he is able to find a sign of life, but the vehicle was still on top of him. It was pinning him down by his left arm it had been completely crushed and mangled. He tried lifting the jeep up but only managing to rock it causing further damage and blood loss. He didn’t know what to do out by him self then he looked down to the ground at the blade he had tossed earlier. He pulled the knife from the ground and stuck it to his arm and went to work He cut through as quickly as he could sawing away through flesh and bone tearing away at the toughened muscles of Tank. Zombies were easy to cut through nothing left alive no attachment just doing your job but this was a person he looked to as a brother.
He removed the arm from Tanks body and began to pull him from the wreckage as he searched for a medical kit. He found one quickly doping him with a heavy-duty painkiller and sterilizing the wound. He tears a piece of clothing off to assist with making a tourniquet and helping to stop the bleeding. Hi notices the wound want quit bleeding heavily that’s when he looks back to the knife. He builds a quick fire and start holding the knife over it turning the metal a searing red. Once it becomes engulfed with a red glow he start to take the knife placing it along the open wound pressing it firmly to the flesh. The stink of burnt flesh fills the air around them but the wound is finally sealed close and the blood stops pouring out.
Now it was time for the next part of his journey so he picks tank up in a fireman’s carry, and continues to base. He puts an extra step in his walking tiring to make it back as soon as possible before it becomes to late for Tank. His gun stays ready incase of another attack, but he prays for a safe journey home. Before to long he sees the base off in the distance he nooks it as fast as he can. No motion has come from tank since they started their trip. He checks for a pulse still finding one but a faint one. HE grunts out to the unconscious Tank. “Come on bro we don’t have much further to go. Stay with me don’t quit on me yet. I know you still got plenty of fight left in ya, and I sure didn’t lug your big ass back here for nothing.”
He tries to make light of the situation to help ease his mind and even hope for a laugh from his comrade. Still no sign of him coming around though as he makes his way to the main gates of the facility. You can see this heavily fortified base was there stronghold Giant concrete walls standing over twenty feet tall surround the perimeter of the building. Guard towers manned with armed soldiers sruound the corners ,and infantry even patrol the walk ways of the tops of the gate. Once graves checks into the main gate help start pouring in to assist him with Tank. He hands tank off to the medical team, and then falls to his knees from exhaustion.
His team quickly runs out to check on what has happened to him and they’re other members. They look to grave how takes in deep breathes trying to get some form of rest before speaking. His clothes are covered in blood and tattered and torn. Parts of his armor are missing or damaged. He finally regains some energy and looks to the questioning faces.
“Holly shit graves what the hell happened out there man?” Blood Mace quickly questions him.
Followed by the concerns of Krash “ Are you okay are you badly injured what happened with Tank?”
Graves looks to them as he begins to explain the attack, and what went on. He doesn’t spare a single detail he wants them to know it wasn’t an easy task or one that he wanted to make. He then stands up and begins cleaning him self off some and looking to the direction the escorted Tank. A deep feeling of concern comes over him as he looks back to the group. “We will go check on him when his status becomes more stable. Until then I want a status on what you found while you were making your way back.”
