Lasal the UGAA Radioman
Evac! ETA 5 minutes! I breathe as shouting, gunfire, screams get drowned out by my headphones, Dima points and I lift an ear out to hear, "-Evgan! your left!" I lean out of cover and fire at the blackened crowd. Dima grabs my vest, pulls my grenade and lobs it over. "Keep it going! Watch for civillians!"
I grab the mic, "We need air support, now!" I peek over the barricade, a mob of black run as a tank rolls up beside me. "Fire!" The tank explodes out a shell, but they just keep coming. The mounted machine gun barely penetrates half the mob. I grab binoculars, Is that- Bone? ETA 4 Minutes! "We need it now! We have civillians here!"
I fly through the air, "Pop smoke to mark the location! Pink is your color! Pink is your color!" My co-pilot groans, "You good?" In the reflection of the glass, I see him, his face turned to mush- I jump as something slides through me. I look down, there's a white chalky blade inside me.
Pop smoke to mark the location! Pink is your color! Pink is your color!
Pink?! I shake my head and shout, "Pink smoke! They're bombing! Pink smoke! They're bombing! " I peek over and 3 cans fly towards the mob.
Pink smoke explodes from them. The mob charges through it and reaches the first set of barricades, Dima shouts, "Hold them! Don't you all stop fighting!"
ETA 2 Minutes! Hold on!
I cough up blood and go full throttle, There it is, pink smoke. I look down at the blade, Why isn't he killing me? It hurts so damn bad! I shake my head and lock on to the smoke. Take this!
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ETA 2 Minutes! Hold on! The mob runs towards me, I grab the clunky radio and hoist it onto my back. I run away as they hop on top the tank.
Dima shoots past me as they form a line. "Our last stand is here boys!" A plane flies over us and bombs drop before us, destroying the tank, killing our enemy.
As the smoke clears, a black oil spill, "Open fire!"
I can't look back, I hope I got them. "Air One, Gonna die soon." Your co-pilot will- "He's one of those things! He's just staring at me- He stabbed me. Air One?!" I'm sorry. Loved ones? "I am Arek Cohen! Husband to Isabelle Cohen!" A message for her? "I-" I find another popped smoke "Move on but never forget I love you." I dive down with a smile. Before hitting the ground, my life flashes before my eyes.
Helicopters come our way, Prep LZ for EVAC! I shout, "Prep for EVAC!" Dima slaps my shoulder and I follow his finger. "The buildings! Watch out!" The blackened things, not human, not anymore- They're sticking to the buildings. They hop down to attack the last hundred or so of us, a mix of civillians and soldiers. Whoa, whoa! I'm hit! I look over and the helicopters are overwhelmed. They hopped on? Shit! I plop down the radio and switch channels, "Command!" Unit Echo? "EVAC Destroyed!" "Command?!" He winces, then speaks, They're bombing Enola. The target is the very center of the city. Get underground,
Sewers, basements, fallout shelters. "Wait- Fallout?! You mean they're-" I shout, "Get underground! Get underground!" I slap the radio on my back and dart around for a manhole, something. There! I run to it and Dima shouts, "What you doing?!" "Command is bombing the city! Nuclear!"
His eyes widen and he hops in the broken tank. A smaller mob charges in as he hops out the tank with a crowbar. 30 Seconds till they drop! They can't be bombing! Right?!" He lifts the lid a little and four guys push it to the side, civillians run away as I shoot at the endless mob. "Get in, now!" 20 Seconds! "18 Seconds!" I drop the radio down, the cord to the headphones almost tug me down. Dima catches it. I climb the ladder down and planes whoosh overhead. 10, 9, 8, 7 Just one bomb falls down, can barely even see it. It's quite far off. I slide the cover over and run after the others, away from the nuke. All units, we're sorry.