UNSCDF2 Chapter 7- A Rescue

San Francisco, California, USA

Sea Cliff

April 5, 2001

1305 Local Time

            A man dressed in police tactical gear ran past a couple bushes. Behind him was another man with the same attire firing his MP5 at the zombies chasing behind him.

            “Vickers, move! Covering!” the man leading took cover behind a tree and laid down suppressive fire with his SA80.

            “Copy Fields.” the man reloaded this MP5 as he ran past his comrade.

            “In position, move!” Vickers stood behind a tree.

            “Roger.” Fields shouted as he turned around.

            “There’s too many of them!” Vickers exclaimed as a horde stormed behind them.

            “We need to get to high grounds.” Fields pointed at a tall tree.

            “That’s a bad idea…” Vickers remarked.

            “There’s no choice. Our ammunition is low. Get to high grounds and radio for help. Perhaps the reception may be better.” Fields pushed forward towards the tree.

            “Understood.” Vickers fired his MP5 in short bursts.

            The two men quickly shouldered their weapons and climbed the tree. Once they reached a significant height, they paused for a break. The horde of zombies gathered below them and clawed at the tree trunk.

            “Aw Michaels…” Vickers looked upset.

            “There was nothing we could do.” Fields replied.

            “I should have got his back.” Vickers blamed himself.

            “Let’s worry about getting out of here first. Remember Vickers, we’re SWAT.” Fields changed the subject.

            “Alright, I’ll radio base.” Vickers nodded.

            Vickers pulled out his radio from his belt and examined it.

            “Something wrong?” Fields asked.

            “I must have broken it when we got attacked by the zombies.” Vickers spoke with frustration.

            “I’ll try mine.” Fields pulled out his radio.

            “Let’s hope it works.” Vickers wished.

            “Base, this is Fields, do you read?” Fields spoke on the radio.

            A few minutes passed by and there was no response.

            “Base, come in, over.” Fields repeated.

            “Broken?” Vickers asked.

            “Nope. We must have run out of the range.” Field replied.

            “That’s not good…” Vickers voice trailed off.

            “No it’s not. Let me change channels and see if we can pick something up.” Fields turned the dials on the radio.

            Fields began to broadcast for help in the new channel whilst Vickers looked at the zombies below them.

            “No response. Next channel.” Fields shook his head in disappointment as he turned the dials again.

            The moment Fields turned the dial, there was a faint signal.

            “Hello? Anyone out there?” Fields spoke on the radio.

            “This is UNSC Hornet Squadron, come in.” a man spoke on the radio with static.

            “This is SWAT leader Johnny Fields. We’re pinned down at the China Beach Park. Request assistance, over.” Fields’ eyes filled with hope.

            “Ok Fields, we’re at the Golden Gate Bridge. Hold tight, we’re coming to get you.” the man replied.

            “Copy that.” Fields replied with a smile.

            “Rescue!” Vickers shouted with enthusiasm.

San Francisco, California, USA

China Beach Park

April 5, 2001

1415 Local Time

            “Miller, step on the pedal.” Reid spoke to the young marine driving the Warthog from his passenger seat.

            Miller accelerated the troop transport Warthog and rammed three zombies to pulp.

            “Sergeant Morgan, keep your eyes peeled.” Miller turned his head to look at the back seat carrying a marine who had some age.

            “Yes LT.” Morgan replied as he scanned the surroundings.

            “I see them.” Miller shouted as he saw a horde in front of them.

            “Ok Private. Morgan and I will draw the zombies while you go from behind and get the SWAT team onboard.” Reid commanded.

            “Yes sir.” Miller halted the Warthog to a stop.

            Morgan grabbed his XM8 and hopped out of the Warthog whilst Reid grabbed his Sega-20 from the edge of his seat.

            “Go!” Reid tapped the Warthog’s hood.

            Miller nodded and drove off down the road.

            “Ready?” Reid asked Morgan.

            “Just like old times.” Morgan laughed.

            “Fire!” Reid shouted as he pumped his shotgun at the back of the horde.

            The shot from the shotgun diverted the zombies’ attention from the SWAT perched on the tree and attracted the whole horde towards the marines. Morgan smiled as he fired his XM8 and unleashed a torrent of bullets. Reid fired his shotgun gracefully as he maximized the full use of its close quarters’ stopping power. As the marines continued to distract the horde, Miller drove the Warthog from behind and watched as the two SWAT officers climbed down from the tree. Once the SWAT climbed to the Warthog, Miller honked his horn twice.

            “Let’s go.” Reid shouted as he elbowed a zombie to the head.

            “Copy.” Morgan quickly reloaded his gun and watched Miller sped the Warthog beside them.

            “Hop on!” Miller shouted.

            As the two marines got on, the two SWAT officers laid down a light cover with the remaining ammunition they had left.

            “Gun it Private!” Reid commanded.

            The Warthog splattered two zombies in front of them and sped out of the park.

            “Where’s the third guy?” Reid asked a man removing his helmet.

            “He didn’t make it.” the man sighed as he brushed his curly hair.

            “Oh, I’m sorry. By the way, I’m Second Lieutenant Reid.” Reid offered his hand.

            “Vickers.” the man shook Reid’s hand.

            “So that was you on the radio?” the other man asked Reid.

            “Yeah, you’re Johnny Fields?” Reid asked.

            “Yes, nice to meet you. You saved us.” the man nodded and stuck his hand out.

            “The pleasure’s mine.” Reid shook Fields’ hand.

            “Sir, the UNSC has been notified of the rescue.” Morgan interrupted.

            “Good. Miller, drive faster and head back home.” Reid patted Miller on the back.

            “Aye sir.” Miller nodded.

            “Get some rest folks.” Reid looked at Vickers and Fields.

            “We sure will.” Fields laughed.