Hell Patrol (pt. 1) (254 hits)
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Submitted by X54 (View user info) at 2008-05-02 23:45:24 EDT
Hell Patrol (part 1 of 5)
From his vantage point on the ridge, Major Winstead watched with amazement as Captain Masmela's men took the rebel camp. Below him in the valley, beyond the lush green coca fields that surrounded the camp and the nearby village, the assault team stormed one enemy position after another. Alongside him, the usually reserved Masmela beamed with pride. Beyond Masmela, the machine-guns of the support team hammered away in a deafening chorus. In no time the assault team had overrun the entire objective except for a concrete bunker in the center of the camp.
Winstead could hardly believe his eyes. Could these be the same men who, just a few months before turned and ran from a similar objective? Who had a reputation as cowards and slackers? Who were derided by Major Winstead's fellow U.S. advisors as "Masmela's Mouses?" He turned to his other side, to the observer from the States, and gave a thumbs up. Instead of returning his smile, however, she shook her head and pointed to the village a short distance down the valley from the rebel camp.
Winstead trained his binoculars on the village. The members of the assault team not engaged with the remaining bunker were chasing the civilians out of their homes and beating them, torching the shacks and shooting the livestock.
Just then the bunker went up with a tremendous explosion and disappeared in a cloud of greenish-gray smoke. Men choked and vomited at the outskirts of the smoke-cloud as they struggled to don their gas masks.
"Gas!" cried Winstead. Captain Masmela shouted in Spanish to the assault team leader over the radio. The smoke drifted down the valley to where the men were ransacking the village, unaware of the danger.
The machine-gunners fired blindly into the smoke. "_Alto Fuego!_" yelled Winstead. "Cease Fire!" He thought they couldn't hear him and started to move closer when the nearest gunner turned toward him. His face was twisted in a peculiar expression of rage and ecstasy, so unnerving that Winstead dropped back to the ground. The gunners turned their sights on a corral above the village and laid down a murderous barrage on the animals there.
Winstead turned back to the observer. "What the hell is going on?" he shouted. "These men are deranged!"
She pointed toward the demolished bunker becoming visible through the clearing smoke. Expecting to see only corpses, Winstead was surprised to see the suffocating men had revived. Half a dozen of them were huddled around something on the ground--a dead rebel perhaps. He raised his binoculars. Yes, it was a dead rebel--a leg protruded from the cluster of men. They appeared to be sawing and hacking at the corpse with their knives. As he watched, one of them looked up and crammed a chunk of bloody flesh into his mouth.
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Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH (user info) at 2008-05-09 11:34:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orph (user info) at 2008-05-07 08:41:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by czwij (user info) at 2008-05-07 03:45:49 EDT (#)
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hope they re zombies.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-05-05 12:41:40 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Toshi (user info) at 2008-05-04 18:07:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
More people should read this.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2008-05-03 18:09:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Hmmm
This story descended into zombie-ism quite quickly.
Submitted by rorrim (user info) at 2008-05-03 08:45:03 EDT (#)
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That's a weird story.Does your username have a deeper meaning? just curious.