Operation Ruins

chapter 15

Allen sits in the leading humvee on the turrent. The roar if the vehicle and the sound of rocks crunching under the tires and tread of tanks drown out the quiet.

The city is directly ahead. It sits there grey, full of holes in the skyscrapers. The roads are cracked and very little peices of yellow still sit there.

Allen is nervous as all hell. The fact of fighting spitters makes him feels this way.
They are disfigured human beings that are cursed to live as monsters. The spit contains a burning bacteria fulls of parasites that automatically attack the brain. They come out at all times. More durring the night.
Pull yourself together. You can do this. They are going to have a rude awakening. Ill put them out of your misery.  One by one they will disintegrate in the roar of Drako technology.
"Everyone get ready we are right outside." The lead driver said over  the mic.

Every car except for the tanks pulled over. They charged into the city, crushing anything in the street. Soon cannon blasts shook the ground continuing to press forward.
Spitters began to emerge from the shops. They look like ghouls but have a yellow tint to them. Green goop hangs out of their mouth and nose, leaking out any hole in their face. Most are naked, covered in something, or have what's left of what they used to wear on. No hair at all, not even eyes.
More came out farther in the city shuffling or running forward. It lools like they have never ate in a long time, yet the hunger is still driving them.
Three tanks fired off far inside tge crowd. More smashed into building to get in the action or clear a path for the humvees. Soon the sound of machine guns filled in with tank fire.

Buildings began to level crushing what's underneath. Explosives in building went off creating a chain reaction. They pressed forward blowing rubble out of thre road and then to settle aside.

The humvees began to move in fast, gunning anything and everything. One drifted infront hitting spitters left amd right as the man on the turrent shoot.
His face lit up with shells falling about. Out of nowhere the enemy start leaping off buildings that still stand.
Lots stayed their shooting goop. It began to burn wholes in the cars.

"Ram forward all humvees. We have to set these cars up before they blow!" Allen yelled into the mic. They did as they were told. The gunners were beginning to be ripped out of their posts. Some sreamed in agony as the goops began to eat their faces. It radiated. The smell of decay along with hair, meat, cloths, housing, and gasoline plauge out every direction.

Allen continued to fire swiving around shooting at the rooftops. The hood began to smoke and the driver died leaving his foot on the accelerator. It swerved off into a cloths shop.
The hood cought fire and Allen made a run for it dazed. Spitters began to surround the street. He began to shoot with his assault rifle.
Other humvees began to park and the remaining people make a run for it. They too began to open fire. Ine by one they fell screaming in pain. Doubled over on the cracked pavement.
Allen forced his way through back to the tanks. Not knowing what to do he shot widely at them. He needed to protect the tanks.
They continued to fire. The humvees started to blow up shaking the ground as more businesses and homes leveled.

He made it to one. Still on the sidewalk he shot up at the enemy trying to get in through the top. Once on they began to roll farther in. The hatch opened. Allen jumped in. A turrent was set up outside it. He held the postion shooting at the roof's.

"Allen hold on, brother we are coming in hot ready to assist." Tom said as soon as missles began to hit their targets. Once the missles stopped the sound of miniguns sprayed the streets clean for all of ten seconds.

"Get down commamder." And one of the men in with him pulled him down. The man sealed the doot shut tight.

"Ow, shit, pull up, pull up!" A gunner on the chopper cried.

"Sorry bro we have to get out of their." said Tom as the choppers pulled back.

There started a scratching at the manhole cover. Allen looked up as the men around were busy driving and loading more rounds into the slot. It went on for a good five minutes without anyone noticing it, until it melted open leaving the rims covered in green.
Allen immediately layed back shooting up at the faces. They jumped back dead oozing out the wound.

Outside the streets are filled with them. The heavy treads crushing them while still trying to pave a path.

Is this how it ends? Will I die inside this medal container with no way out? Nobody's going to help me and my men.