The Zombie Train New Horizons

Chapter 20: A Trap?

Ready for a close range fight, I followed Vlad since his SR-3 had a higher cyclic rate. Better if we run into contact. We checked corners on the buildings, "leapfrogging" from cover to cover. I had my tactical scope on, just in case any snipers tried to pull a snapshot at close range.
Eventually making it to the park, the soldier got the hint, we met him there. He was speaking sporadically, with obvious worry. Vlad grabbed him by his arms, shaking him to calm down. He kept mumbling, but Vlad looked like he could understand half of it.
"What's going on?" He turned to me.
"He keeps mumbling on about some terrorists, how his platoon was wiped out. Saying that they've got a mole somewhere."
The soldier grabbed onto me, mumbling more words. But one stuck out. "...Спецназ."
Vlad froze, pulling me aside. "He's talking about these men preparing to wipe any and all military intervention!"
"We need to tell Sasha!"
Suddenly, cracks zinged above us.
"S#*t!"
Me and Vlad, dragging the soldier into cover. I unpacked my STG, the man grabbing my arm, begging in unintelligible mumbling.
"Get off me! Here! Take this!"
I handed him the STG, and the bag of ammunition. I drew my pistol. "Keep that!"
I popped up, fired a few suppression rounds, taking a look, then dropping behind cover.
"Anything?" Vlad asked.
"Can't see, they're all in the buildings."
"Damn it!"
He popped up to fire a couple rounds in their general direction while I reloaded. I looked over my shoulder to see the guy fumbling with the gun.
"God damn it!" I picked it up, charged it, tossing it to the bewildered soldier. He took it up.
"Help us gosh darn it you! Vlad!"
"Yeah!"
"I'm gonna try and get some better cover! Cover me!"
He dumped the full mag, as I dragged the soldier to a better area over the tiny little spurts of dust. I dragged him to the corner of a building, instructed him to stay there. I ran out into the street behind another concrete roadblock. I took out my Springfield, scanning the buildings for any flashes that might betray enemy positions. I trained my crosshair onto one of the bright yellow flashes, slowly revealing the man sized target. I exhaled to fire, putting pressure on the trigger. The ear piercing shot, the round flew through the air as the tracer ignited its path. The round broke through the window, exploding on the poor soul.
Back to earth, I readied the next shot. Taking aim, I let another one fly. Another tango down. Another shot. One more. Last one.
I opened the bolt. In one swift motion, I opened another pouch, took out a stripper clip, raised it to my rifle, slid it into the mag, and tossed the bolt forward. Vlad had taken some out too, he ran back to my position.
"Come on! Let's get out of here!"
All three of us made for the brush, followed by those tiny, devilish, spurts as we vanished from sight.