THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 75's. Little Rock 3's
In front of us was a ramp that seemed to be filled with infected in the distance we could not see the road behind it.
"They're moving on to us."
"You're right." It must have been because we were the only ones passing by, the source of the sound that existed was only us, while infected was sensitive to sound. While the sound of the military drone was also in the front direction, surely their attention was shifted to us.
The drone was moving forward behind them instinctively they were also chasing it backwards. It seems to attract their attention. But not all of them, half of them seem more interested in chasing us.
"This doesn't seem good, some of them are more interested in chasing us."
"Everybody get in the car. The team leader said they'd get through this."
We all went straight up. Some infected who chase drones seem to be misled because they chase them deep into the trees.
Cars run faster ready to penetrate the infected population that has reduced a lot of it. Within five hundred meters we finished the climb, but it turned out that something was miscalculated. Because of the sound of more cars appearing.
The sound of gunfire appeared. They'll invite more trouble with the sound of that shot.
But it seems that we are still walking even though we stopped several times to clear the road.
"All help open the net and defend the convoy." The order caught ten people in our truck down, one person in the truck and they started shooting.Together I looked at all of them nervously while Aaron held his baton tight.
"What should we do?" Aaron asked in fear.
Had they made the wrong decision, how much longer we had to break through this infected wave.
"A lot behind us." Aaron's scared right now, I don't think they're counting on there being so much in the woods hiding. It's like a wave is attacking us.
I released my weapon. Prepare for the worst.
"Get up! Find the best breaking opportunities!" We heard the orders of our squad chief. Everyone climbed back up, while the pursuers behind felt as close as possible. The roar of the truck engine in the press to the max position follows us.
"A lot ahead?"
"Yes Miss. Drones can't see what's hidden in the trees. It's a lot of." Our truck's vehicle shook, we crammed a lot of things under us. The Humvee that was leading in front was continuously firing.
"Replace the truck in front. Reload!" The voice of the command is heard again. Apparently the Humvee had to retreat to be replaced by a truck to open the road. The sound of gunfire stopped, the sound of trucks pressing the gas firmer to gain momentum.
"On the front asphalt is very thick sir. I'll go on the shoulder! Get off track." Now we're jumping in the back. My head several times could not avoid the impact, my arms ache to maintain the position so that my body did not bump.
"Keep the shoulder! It looks less! Within 200 yards to the front of the truck to two change positions."" I heard the radio more scared. When will this end..
While behind us we continued to chase. In the next 200 meters it was our turn to wait for us in front of a ring of shocks and crashing sounds as something continued to be heard.
connect tomorrow......