"This is Sergant Edward here. State your name stranger." Growled the man. Keeping the radio in hand, he glaced out of the window. The horde of bodies were slowly but surely ascending the slope. He snorted, and shoved the radio to Trevor. "Keep it, some fella' is out there."<br/><br/>Trevor could hear nothing over the roaring gunfire, then he tapped the radio,"We are dealing with a horde of zombies in camp five, Alaska Fairbanks! Respond now!" The moanings grew louder, indication of the infected's progress. Trevor cursed and waved the radio frantically through the air.<br/><br/>Static over the screaming comms, "Bunker fifty two cleared of the mob, dispatching rescue squads! Sit tight fella's!"<br/><br/>Edward shouldered his way out of the bunker and unleashed a burning stream of metal into a shambling figure. It stumbled and reached out to grab Edward's foot. The man shifted back and allowed the zombie to rise. And smashed the butt of the rifle into the skull, mixing flesh, brain and bone into a slimy grey cocktail.<br/><br/>OOC: gonna try writing violent/sadistic in next post.