Site Alpha, Polin, Eraphalia
October 28th, 2016
Personal Account: Sergeant Parker
The military force deployed in Site Alpha was being pushed back, lines being curved outwards and outwards. The numbers were too great, too many. There seemed to be an endless wave of them, moving slowly forward, dragging their feet across the pavement. As each fell, another took its place. As the enemy drew closer, the soldiers started to panic. There were many of them, endless and endless. Even if the enemy is unable to inflict psychological terror themselves, they did it passively. Not many can last long watching as literal corpses made their way towards them. Not many could bear the hardships of pulling the trigger, especially not if at the end of a gun is what were the remains of a child.
Sergeant Parker was no different than any of his peers, any of his mates as he liked to refer them as. 99, 98, 97, 96, 95, 94 and so on. Each round fired, he took one off from his grand total. In the beginning, he started with three-hundred rounds and within an hour, he was down to only ninety of time. As each round was fired, he could only feel the tingles of fear running up his spine. For him, each round represented protection against the foe he was facing. It was the only thing stopping them from crawling forward, snapping and screeching. There was no way he could get close.
Focusing on the task on hand, he didn't realize something was amiss. His attention was blocked, covered by the cloud of despair. It was only until his radio started barking that he realized where he was. It was when the words were uttered that his heart stopped momentarily as he looked behind him.
"This is Hivelord over," the radio began its first repeat, "the situation has been compromised. All units are to immediately disengage and form up at individual stations. Al-... this is Hivelord! All units are to immediately pull back at once. Civilian breach at Sector A-E. This is Hivelord, containment has be-"
Whatever was being carried out was drown by the sounds of the living. One of his squadmates were the first to turn around, to look at what was behind them. In that instant, Sergeant Parker realized it was game over. He didn't even have to hear his fellow soldiers started to shout at the crowd behind him. He didn't even have to hear the civilians screaming.
Even a fool could tell what transpired. Driven by the moments of idiocy, the civilians pressed forward, breaking the sensitive lines. By doing so, they cracked the egg and the yoke poured outwards. Drive onwards, the civilians met demise from both their fears and the military. Sergeant Parker huddled alongside his men in a square-formation, attempting to face the storm. With whatever last rounds they had left, they kept firing. At first, the zombies fell first, but then the civilians. The only thing the soldiers were concerned about at that last moment of their lives were to hold out.
A flash of heat passed through Sergeant Parker's body. The winds picked up as everything went deaf for a moment. Then, he saw the zombies, the civilians, and even his own men be flattened against the ground. There was nothing but hell on Earth at that moment. As Sergeant Parker slowly got up, he listened in to his radio, his mind growing hazier and hazier.
There was nothing, not even the static noise. Standing up with his last strengths, he looked up. There, at that moment, a jet flew by with a particular glinting object falling. Sergeant Parker didn't have to guess to know what was coming. The last thing he saw, before it landed, was the sight of death.
Site Alpha has fallen. All units are to retreat. Site Alpha has fallen over. Containment is a failure, I repeat, containment is a failure. We are withdrawing.