Mean Green to the Rescue
Report from the infected zone: Somewhere in Berezino the sound of gunfire echoed down the dissolute streets. Moving through those quite corridors a group of survivors, stationed in what had become known as the Piano house on the outskirts of the town, came together and equipped themselves for the coming incursion. They rummaged through their worn backpacks and shared out the ammo, the dusty cardboard boxes left strewn in a corner. A buzz came over the radio and it was apparent that another member of the team was incoming. "Which house are you based in?" the voice was that of a man called Odd. They described the location and one man, Pits came down to watch the road. Yet, as he approached the rickety fence, that in some places had fallen free to leave gaping holes in the line, he saw a man dressed in military green creeping across the yard towards their location. "Do you have a green backpack on Odd?" He quickly spoke into the walkie-talkie. "No, a blue mountain backpack!" His voice had raised, having sense the urgency in Pit's tone. The man creeping towards them was not their friend. The seconds began to slow as if heavy gears grinding to a halt, as Pits looked on at the approaching figure who cradled a silenced automatic in both hands, his face obscured by a dirty green balaclava. Pits retreated, aware he had support in the house only to find his path blocked by an surprised Mean Green, who had appeared at the doorway. It was only a moment before the oncoming aggressor breached the line of the fence and could see them outside the Piano house. Pits faced two options. Should he move beyond the house and take cover in the tree line or circle around and intercept the intruder. He decide on the latter and came around the house, completing the circle, the blood pounding in his ears, the smell of metal in the air as he squeezed the trigger of his MP5 that was trained on the man in the Military uniform. The air was loud and hot with the sound of both automatic guns as they unloaded the contents of their magazines into each other. Bullets flew in wild arcs as they tried to control the kick of the powerful weapons.
Pits fell, his legs crumpled beneath him, shins shattered by a flurry of bullets, bone fragments erupting from the shredded trousers. The enemy standing tall still, despite the blood pouring from his torso, seemed to now have the upper hand but Pits looked across to the doorway of the Piano house and yelled "Mean!". But Mean Green had already appeared. He wore a pristine white and blue motor bike helmet but this did not disguise the look of disgust, his eyes wide and intense, as he lifted his SKS, looked down the site and blasted the life from the assassin, the loud cracks from the barrel ear shattering. The AK74 tumbling to the ground only feet away from the prone Pits and the pool of blood in which he rolled desperately to avoid anymore fire until he realised it had stopped and he looked up. "Bloody hell Mean! Good work!" Mean Green was award the Valiant Actions colour in the Flat Cap Society for his actions. The film of this action can be seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMzOeLwdMY8
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