Chapter 409: 409
I looked at the mess in front before I said, “Not quite, we need to take a closer look.”
Before we get to investigating as to what had happened, I slowly backed away from that entryway and parked my Raptor at the opposite side of the street. We wouldn’t be able to drive through from the mess in that area so it would be better to position the Raptor someplace we could quickly drive off when things didn’t go the way we expected.
The sound of the engine and the suppressed gunshots still attracted a few which were in close proximity so we had to quickly exit the vehicle.
Creating a small perimeter around the Raptor needed us to be extra quiet so we drew our melee weapons. It didn’t take long before we heard the crunch of a skull getting fractured because of a strong impact from a blunt object. Russel was using the goedendag and he swung it on a moving corpse wearing a police uniform. He was using extra force to clear them out but the result was all that mattered.
The rest of my group followed and sounds of blades piercing or cutting through flesh and bone followed next. Either a portion of someone’s head would plop on the asphalt or a biter with a newly made hole would hit the floor.
I was slightly concerned for Cynthia’s safety outside and how she would fare the first time without the protection of our walls but my worries were all for naught. The same could be said to Russel but… their situation wasn’t the same at all.
I thought Russel was only equipped with a Maverick 88, a Glock 19, a Walther P22, a goedendag, and a small knife.
I was wrong.
*HONK* *HONK*
All heads suddenly turned to Russel wearing a nonchalant expression. Everyone looked at his h.i.p.s and it had one very peculiar attachment.
“The f.u.c.k?” Lawrence muttered.
Russel was wearing a bike horn.
*HONK* *HONK* *HONK* *HONK*
“Bro, there’s a few hidden behind that car.” Russel said with a serious expression after honking it a few more times. Like he mentioned, three more deadheads appeared with ripped clothes and missing limbs.
We wanted to get mad but we couldn’t. It was downright stupid but it was f.u.c.k.i.n.g working. We wanted to address his honking device but we also couldn’t. Russel just honked his way to reveal everything we would more or less lure in our location.
“If it sounds stupid and it works… it’s not stupid…” I thought to myself, shaking my head.
It took us a few minutes to clear them out including the ones we saw earlier. We piled their bodies in a corner first before I told Jared and Russel to watch our vehicle. The rest of us slowly crept our way towards the street we backed away from earlier.
Looking at the place as a whole, there was a building in the process of getting built when what seemed to be an accident had happened.
That was what the initial look was telling me but I had to be sure.
Huge trucks carrying gravel, sand, cement, and various construction equipment were on their side and a huge pileup was formed beneath the unfinished building. The tire skid marks were still somewhat visible amidst the blood and grime staining the road. Some of the trucks were bent into horrifying angles and the speed they were driving in must’ve added to the equation of why they were turned into that state.
The materials have poured over the asphalt and the scaffoldings and the walls where the huge trucks have crashed onto were bent out of shape and demolished, making victims of the people who were present when it happened. Most of the bodies were construction workers who got buried beneath the rubble and the ones who still could be saved were left to die. Their bodies were buried and no one was able to help them.
However, looking at the damage, the unfinished building collapsed several times. Even now, it was dangerous to proceed much further because the building could collapse again any minute. Not only that, but the structures next to it also had cracks visible on the side of their walls and an unknown force might also cause it to collapse.
The only explanation I had for the newer bodies was a group of people or undead walked through this area when the building collapsed a second or third time, crushing their bodies in the process. The ones who got their heads still intact eventually turned and they had to rip their bodies apart so that they could roam the streets and either land on a victim or be a meal for the other roamers.
I then drew my Taurus TX22 and said, “Let’s just shoot what we could. Hopefully, the ones buried in the rubble got their heads crushed in the process.”
“Okay, how far is it before we reach Iskoh’s place?” Kaley asked.
“If we use this as a starting point, maybe 19 or more kilometers to go. It’s taking into account that we’d be going the shortest route. It would take less than an hour without traffic but we have more problems compared to that.” I replied.
We began to shoot the bodies clawing their way towards us or were still in the process of bisecting themselves when we heard a distant helicopter.
We instinctively looked up but it was nowhere in sight. We ran back to the Raptor to get a much better view and we saw one flying near our location.
“Is it them already? It’s too early, correct?!” Tatiana exclaimed.
I nodded before I asked Jared to look through his scope. However, Jared and Lawrence were already looking through their scopes before I got to finish my sentence. Our magnifiers for our red dots could reach up to six times the magnification but it wasn’t enough to get clear details for clues as to where that helicopter came from. They were still looking through their scope but Kaley handed me Jared’s spotting scope. I looked through it as well, trying to get some information.
“What do you guys see?!” Russel got excited.
“Wait a sec! It’s still facing us! Be quiet!” I replied, making him pipe down.
“It turned! It’s a helicopter for Channel 7 news!” Jared exclaimed as he put down his rifle and looked at me.
“It does say at the tail of it.” Lawrence added.
“The doors are closed though, we can’t make out anything from the inside.” I said.
“What is Channel 7 news?” Tatiana asked.
I was about to reply but Russel suddenly grabbed my shoulder and shook me.
“BRO!!! BRO!!! LOOK! LOOK! THE F.U.C.K ARE THOSE?!” Russel exclaimed.
We all instinctively looked where he pointed and almost everyone was frozen in place.
From our perspective, dismembered figures jumped from the building, straight to the helicopter. A huge majority of them missed, sending them to their deaths. However, a few managed to hold onto the helicopter, making it tilt to one side due to the uneven weight distribution. The pilot tried to balance it out but one managed to jump and grab onto the tail making them spin counter-clockwise.
That was when it all went wrong for them.
The rotor blades of the helicopter acted as a meat grinder for the ones still jumping towards them. The pieces of their bodies got caught up and their guts tangled through the rotor blades, making it spin slower and slower. It didn’t take long for it to malfunction and make them crash to the side of the building before plummeting straight down. It instantly caught fire before it resulted in an immediate explosion.
We were sure that it would be a miracle if the people driving it survived but the deadheads had to make sure.
By the dozen, their bodies continued to fall from the building and it would take a few seconds before they hit the asphalt or the burning helicopter itself. Not only that, the undead from the nearby buildings jumped to their deaths just to have a chance to take a bite from the bodies that were being cooked alive.
A small hill was starting to get formed and it was acting as a cushion for the ones still coming from above.
“WE’RE GONNA GO THERE, RIGHT?!” Russel was already inside the Raptor.
“Russel…” Kaley looked at him and we saw his expression. It was a mix of bitterness and guilt but we understand his sentiment.
It was a shitty feeling but there was no more chance to save them. If the helicopter didn’t catch on fire and landed on one of the roofs, there was still a chance but that, next to impossible.
“I F.U.C.K.I.N.G KNOW THAT!!! LET’S KILL ALL THOSE F.U.C.KERS SO THEY’LL HAVE A HELL OF A F.U.C.K.I.N.G SENDOFF!!!” Russel’s face turned into something different.
We all just gave a faint smile before they all hopped inside the Raptor.
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