The Zombie War Escort Mission Part 3: Live and Let Die

Part 1 is here, part 2 is here.

Although we could clearly hear the zombies ahead of us, the only viable option was to move toward them until we could divert left down a slope.  The group quietly divided up into pairs so that we could send staggered bursts of people down the path to safety.  When it was my turn to go, I ran as quickly and as low to the ground as I could.  The combination of the two quickly connected by butt to the ground in a rather undignified manner, but I picked myself up and kept moving.

The whole group managed to reach the bottom of the slope.  We also met up with another group of resistance members, doubling our numbers from about 15 to 30.  Everything seemed like it was going to be all right.

We moved along in our herd for a few minutes, the package safely concealed in the middle, but two problems quickly became apparent.  The first was that no one seemed to know exactly when we were supposed to arrive back at the main safe zone.  The second was quite a bit more serious.  At some point, for some reason, about two-thirds of the group, including several key leaders, decided to go somewhere else.  I don't know where they went or why they decided to go, but they left behind the package - the whole point of the mission - very exposed and weakly defended.  

Once they left, our odds of survival plummeted.  We were out in the middle of an open area with zombies visible in the distance, moaning for brains.  The only cover we had was the slight slope of the ground.  We lay flat for several seconds, analyzing the threat.  Finally, we realized that time before the mission ended was running out.  The only thing we could do was to run the last few hundred feet to the final safe zone, otherwise we would fail the mission by default.  We ran, sprinting through open area and stray zombies.  When we approached the safe zone, the whole area was filled with people.  I heard vague shouting, but I was so confused that I couldn't process any of it.  For all I could tell I might have been running toward a patch of zombies hidden in the crush of people.  I ran anyway.

I made it.  I lived.  I arrived at the final safe zone untouched with my other team members.  Some scattered humans had not been so lucky.  I saw friends of mine who had been converted to the zombie horde.  From that point on,








they were truly dead to me.  


YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!


The end (finally).