Ah, sorry peeps. Forgot about this.
*commence*
Mint's chopper flew over the dark night sky. London lay below him, lit up with huge search lights on buildings. the lights from his chopper and others lit up the sky. A light passed over a street, revealing a huge hord of figures moving slowly donw the street. Mint gulped, his mouth was dry and sticky. This was his first ever mission. His hands were shaking. "30 secs guys" said the pilot. Mint took a deep breath, and slammed the magazine into his MP5. He turned the flashlight on, and looked down his laser dot sight to make sure it worked. "GO GO GO!" Shouted the pilot as the chopper landed. Mint jumped out last, and followed his team as they ran down an alley, the flashlights on their MP5's lighting up the cold alleyway walls. He cocked his gun as he ran. He could hear gunfire, and moaning. "Stop!" shouted the Sarge, his team stopped running and went onto their knees. Mint looked through the sight of his MP5, the flashlight luminating the dark corners. An explosion went off, "GO!" Shouted the Sarge, and Mint was back and running out of and alley, into a street.
To his Right was 2 "Spartan" Tanks, and to his Left was a blockade of police cars, armed police and military personnel firing into dark figuyres, slowly mvoing to the blockade. Mint ran up and ducked down behind a car. The rest of his team began shooting. He looked up. A zombie was right infront of him, arms stretched. His pale face almost glowing with the reflection of his flashlight. The dull eyes, percing into him. "Remember, one short burst" He thought to himself. BURRRRP! he fired a burst into the zombies chest, it fell backwards. He aimed at it on the floor, it twitched, and began to get back up again. "What the ****!" He shouted, and fired another burst into it. It just got back up again. "Bullets dont do shit!" shouted the Sarge, "what the **** are we doing here!" Mint fired another burst at the zombie he was concentrating on. It knocked it down, but it still crawled back up. He fired fully automatic into it, nothing happened.
He changed magazines. "We need some ****in' explosives!" said someone. The zombies were getting very close now. The only thing that kept them back the best were the shotguns that police were using. "NO! we cant use explosives! people live in this street for gods sake!" said the Sarge. Mint stood back up. The first line of zombies was full of bullet holes, blood dripping onto the ground. Mint dropped his MP5 and pulled out his Glock 17, he aimed for a headshot. BANG! the zombie flew backwards. He picked up his MP5 and aimed at it, it didnt get back up.......
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