Night four
Mission log, April 22nd, 2010, part II
They. are. EVERYWHERE.
It seems that during the time he was subject to infection, the head scientist was connected to this "hive mind" the zombies seem to have - they now know more than we do, as his memory is failing him at the moment.
At twenty-one-hundred hours, there were five air drops - supposedly beacons which we were supposed to pick up to mark our extraction zone. Problem is the infected got to them first.
Most of my squad was exhausted, so we were ordered to stay back, provide cover fire for marking the LZ, and fall back to base to guard the gates and cover the retreat of the other squads. It was boring work, I would have rather been out there smashing zeds and helping out, but I have to say my legs were thankful for the respite.
The zombies are getting smarter, and they're getting tougher. We've seen a few abnormally fast, extremely agile ones out there - we call them slicks, and you need a few people to safely take one down - but now there are rumors of a bigger, tougher breed. Word's going around that it's built like a tank, and no amount of stopping power seems to slow it down. It was first sighted last night - supposedly, that's what got STRIPES.
Periodically through the night, we kept getting reports of more casualties. Bravo is down. Gamma, too. We've lost contact with IBLIS, and MG7 is getting picked off one by one. At the end of it, we only managed to recover two of the five beacons, and the losses may or may not have been worth it...
Tomorrow night, our extraction is going to get here, hopefully. There are still three beacons out there, somewhere, so our intel on where the EZ will be isn't too solid. Those of us who are left, those of us who can still fight... tomorrow is our last stand. Live or die, we're making sure as many people as possible get out of this alive, because once that chopper leaves, they're probably going to be nuking this place and sending those zombies back where they belong.