Logain grunted as he dropped one clip, kicked a zombie in the chest, slammed a fresh clip in, and shoved the muzzle in the mouth of the undead man before he blew his brains out; Literally.
The number of corpses surrounding him only vaguely registered in Logain's mind. 'Protect... Protect civillians. Headshots... Eliminate zombies. Neutralize possible live infected.' He barely even noticed James taking one of his Glock 17's from his ankle holster. One reaction he did have, thanks to military training, was he reached into his vest and dropped four additional clips on the ground for James to use.
And sudden growl from behind him caused Logain to spin around a spray a woman in the face. A sudden bullet shot zipped past his nose, causing Logain to blink suddenly. Only military training kept him shooting.
After putting down another man, Logain holstered one P90 and reloaded the other before snapping it up and scanning the room. It was quiet now. The only sound that came was the crunching of bone. Logain turned and stared at the woman who seemed to have recovered from her 'bout of depression.
"Welcome back to the land of the Living. Mind if I ask ya what you think you were doin', just sittin' there, waitin' for some zombies to come take a bite at ya?" Logain asked after reloading all his ammo. He made a mental note to head back the military base for more ammo, and to perhaps get this group properly fitted. If the base was still up.
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Duty is heavier than a mountain, death is lighter than a feather.
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