Logain started to laugh at make a crack when the unmistakable report of a Desert Eagle reached his ears. Reflex and instinct kicked in at once. Without a word to Ruben or the new guy, Logain turned on the spot and bolted back in the ruined house.
As he turned one corner, Logain came face to face with the rotting zombie figure of a woman, her shirt ripped to shreds, revealing mounds of rotting gray flesh, bite wounds all along her torso, and a bone stick out at an odd angle from her left arm.
Taking only the time to aim at the woman's head, Logain pulled the trigger, put a bullet in her head, shoved his way past the falling corpse, and continued on his way. More shots rang out, keeping that flame that someone who needed help was still alive.
"Hang on!" Logain called out as he vaulted over a fallen filing cabinet and turned another corner to see a group of zombies closing in on a woman, who seemed to just give up.
"Get up! Don't quit shooting now!" Logain commanded as he shoved his P90 in it's holster, pulled out the Beretta, emptied it's clip, reloaded it, all in record time, then started shooting blindly, for a Marine. Some shots went to a head, most however hit a zombie's shoulder or back. Hopefully, it was enough to give the girl a chance.
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Duty is heavier than a mountain, death is lighter than a feather.
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