{"id":344,"date":"2008-04-03T21:28:48","date_gmt":"2008-04-04T01:28:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zyracuse.com\/blog\/?p=344"},"modified":"2008-05-18T19:54:06","modified_gmt":"2008-05-18T23:54:06","slug":"zack-dont-surf","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zyracuse.com\/?p=344","title":{"rendered":"Zack Don’t Surf"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Date:<\/strong> May 25, 20–
\nTime:<\/strong> 1737 hours
\nSit Rep: <\/strong>Small Special ops detachment sent in to recon and secure situation inside Baghdad. All other Mechanized, Airborne, and regular Infantry are to move outside of city, secure perimeter. Orders stand to eliminate ANY trying to escape city; Living or Dead.<\/p>\n

The rotor wash of a passing Blackhawk blanketed Meaker and his squad. The special forces team didn’t even look up as the M-134D Mini-guns on each sides of the passing helo lit up, raining thirty brass shells a second down on the empty,sandy streets of what was once Baghdad. All five of the men were fatigued, resting against the walls in a thin alleyway. Both ends were plugged with vehicle parts and debris, a makeshift barricade that did the trick, only if for awhile. In the distance, past the shooting and the hungry moans of the dead, screams of children could be heard coming from a school that had been built during ” Bush’s war”.<\/p>\n

They all tried to ignore them.<\/p>\n

“Sir if I may say so, this mission is Fubar”<\/p>\n

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Meaker cracked a smile ” No miles, no you may not”<\/p>\n

Miles wasn’t Special Forces, Miles was a tanker, a loader on an M1-A2 Abrams tank. Miles’ Tank commander had been bitten while spotting for the gunner, and later that day turned on the rest of the crew. Miles had escaped leaving the corpse filled husk of the tank behind him till Meaker and his squad had picked him up on the outskirts of Baghdad.<\/p>\n

” Why are you guys even here anyway? My units orders were to make sure nothing got out of the city. That means you guys are trapped in here with Zack.”<\/p>\n

“Classified, now shut up and watch your damn sector, there’s plenty of room outside the barricade where you can talk all you want”. Meaker looked over his map, the sun was beginning to set by the time he folded it back up and placed it into his map pouch.<\/p>\n

” Alright, get your shit ready. We are leaving in five”<\/p>\n

By the time the five soldiers had begun to move the Zombies outside the barricades had given up their attempt to bash through. There were puddles of blood everywhere, but very few bodies. Meaker and his squad moved down the street, staying away from any holes or possible ambush points from a greedy Z. Meaker quickly and silently raised a closed fist, the other three in his squad halted immediately while Miles shuffled an extra step before stopping.<\/p>\n

Ten seconds passed…<\/p>\n

The Green berets slowly dropped to one knee, Miles following quickly after. Weapons pointed in every direction.<\/p>\n

Ten more seconds dragged by…<\/p>\n

Meaker lowered his fist and hesitantly waved his open palm forward signaling a cautious advance when a single shot screamed from a building one hundred yards away knocking him on the ground.<\/p>\n

A volley of bullets ripped through the air in response of the snipers shot. Smith, the automatic machine gunner of the squad, fired at the building where the round had come from; Without hesitation the other two dragged Meaker into cover behind a car. Just as they set him down a bloody arm reached through the rolled down window of the car and grabbed Hurst ,The medic of the group. Before long the Z inside had two bullets in its head.<\/p>\n

Hurst bent down to check his squad leader while Garner joined in firing at the building, which now had a rifle in every window shooting back at the five soldiers.<\/p>\n

” God damn it I’m fine Hurst get off and fire at the bastards!”<\/p>\n

” No can do sarge, you know I gotta plug this wound before-”<\/p>\n

Hurst pulled the round from Meakers body armor, the bullet was deformed from the impact against the tough Kevlar.<\/p>\n

” I told you I was fine, you think ive never been shot before?” The Sergeant said standing up and looking over the car towards the building<\/p>\n

” Your one lucky son of a bitch sarge”<\/p>\n

” No Hurst , I’m just the toughest son of a bitch alive!” Meaker said with a smile, he’d rather be getting shot at than fighting the dead any day.
\nMeaker looked to his right at Miles ” Miles, cover our rear, I don’t want none of those bastards flanking us”. Miles flinched at the pinging of bullets as they smashed into his cover while offering a shaky thumbs up.<\/p>\n

The squad soon had advanced to the building. The Iraqis inside were running low on ammunition, firing in a panic, they hit nothing but dirt and air; on the flip side the Special Forces team was picking them off with expert marksmanship. Meaker signaled Smith and Garner to move inside the building. The two nodded and rushed into the the door, using textbook maneuvers they quickly cleared the first floor with no shots fired. The inside of the building suddenly lit up from an explosion being followed by dead silence. Meaker cursed, ” Most likely a booby trap the cowards… Hurst follow me in, they might need a medic.”<\/p>\n

” Wilco” Hurst replied before dashing after the Sergeant.<\/p>\n

The inside of the building was a mess, bodies were everywhere, some had clearly been infected before they had been given a bullet to the brain. Meaker flipped on his flashlight and immediately wished he hadn’t. The ground was littered with bodies, the Iraqis on the second floor had been fighting the infestation for hours before his squad had even arrived. ” Jesus Christ!” Hurst said covering his mouth with one hand.
\n” Yeah… just cover the door” Meaker said uneasy. He stepped over body’s slowly so as to not be taken off guard by any that were still ” alive” before reaching a stairwell, there he could clearly see the bodies of his two squad mates plastered against the adjacent wall. Blown to hell by a claymore Anti-Personnel mine. He slowly stepped up the stairs, making sure not to trigger any more traps. Meaker pressed his ear against the door as he reached the top, he could hear the Iraqis shifting around and whispering on the other side.<\/p>\n

Meaker twisted the door knob and chucked a flash bang grenade inside before re shutting the door. He waited for the bang, and rolled inside the door. The second floor of the building had once been some kind of office, computers were now on the floor to make use of space. The desks were piled with supplies, food and ammunition, almost as if the men inside knew the dead would rise.<\/p>\n

7.62mm rounds ripped through the desk Meaker hid behind missing his face by inches, an Iraqi was firing blind in a panic, he managed to hit two of his own team before the gun went dry with a final click. The Sergeant dove over the desk and pressed the barrel of his rifle to the spine of the man before pulling the trigger. A spray of blood shot out of the other side of him from the force of the round ripping through his body. Meaker grabbed on to the dying man, his lower half completely limp beneath his weight, using him to shield his left side Meaker raised his rifle and pumped three shots into a woman wielding an AK-47. the woman dropped to the ground still holding the weapon. her head making a dull thud against the floor before a small sigh escaped her lips for the final time. The man Meaker was using to shield him let out a scream in pain, bullets began to cut through his body in an attempt to hit Meaker; after four shots his body was Swiss cheese and Meaker felt that familiar sharp pain in his left ribcage before dropping the now lifeless body and diving out of the path of more AK rounds.<\/p>\n

He placed his hand on his side, the round had punctured his armor and cracked two of his ribs. He then heard the voice of a young boy, no doubt scared out of his mind. ” Did… did I get him?” the boy asked in Arabic, his voice trembling with fear. Meaker peaked over his cover to see a teenager no older than fourteen holding an AK. The room was dark from the lack of power to the city, but Meaker could see the boy clearly with his Night vision. He slowly crept around his cover, using the dark to make an advance before rushing the boy. He hit the rifle out of the boys hands and raised his rifle to the boys forehead. The boy blinked once, and was dead.<\/p>\n

Meaker walked down the stairs before looking at Hurst. ” so what happened?” Hurst asked quickly.<\/p>\n

” well I got you a present” Meaker said pointing at the wound on his side<\/p>\n

” you did that for me sarge? How thoughtfull of you” Hurst said sarcastically trying to bring some light to the mood.<\/p>\n

Meaker looked at his feet for a second and managed to half smile before he noticed Miles standing behind Hurst with that empty look in his eyes, right before he bit him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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