Whiskey Tango Foxtrot (Escaping the Dead)

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Whiskey
Tango Foxtrot

Escaping
the Dead

 

By
W. J. Lundy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whiskey
Tango Foxtrot

Escaping
the Dead

©
2013 W. J. Lundy

V10.26.2013

 

This
book is a work of fiction.  The names, characters, places and incidents
are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are
not to be construed as real.  Any resemblance to persons, living or dead,
actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.  All
Rights Are Reserved.  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in
any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

 

 

The gravel
crunched under the heavy wheels of the Mine Resistant Ambush Protected
Vehicle.  Staff Sergeant Brad Thompson looked out of his passenger window
tirelessly searching and scanning for threats.  A short four hour patrol
to recon a village was how they were briefed, but they had already been on the
trail for over five.   First, a suspected roadside bomb had slowed
their approach to the village, and then their radios had failed shortly after
arriving.  To make matters worse, confusion and lack of communications had
caused an argument that further delayed their return to forward operating base
Bremmel.

Nobody wanted to be
alone on the roads after dark, especially in an area where the Taliban owned
the night.  Brad’s men were hungry and tired but still remained
vigilant.    His driver Henry was gripping the wheel tight and
he reminded him to stay focused.  Cole the gunner was on the .50 caliber
machine gun up in the turret.  Brad could hear the squeaking of gears when
Cole would rotate the turret to get a better angle on blind spots as they drove
down the dusty trail.

Suddenly the vehicles
ahead all began to slow; then came to a stop.  Brad’s headset squelched
and he heard Lieutenant Rogers call his leaders forward to the command
vehicle.  Brad undid his harness while telling Cole to keep scanning his
sector for targets.  “Henry… I’m going forward to see the LT,” Brad said
in a tired voice.   He opened the door and took the long step down
bracing himself for the drop.  Gripping his M4 with his dominate hand, he
swung down, landing hard he began the walk forward.

Passing the dusty
vehicles he looked inside and saw the tired and drawn faces of the passengers. 
He found the Lieutenant leaning over the hood of an older armored style
Humvee.   Lieutenant Rogers was talking to their Platoon Sergeant,
Sergeant First Class Turner, and a couple of the other squad leaders about the
return trip to Bremmel.  They all had disgusted looks on their faces and
Brad worried the argument from earlier would kick back in.  “Staff
Sergeant Thompson glad you could join us,” complained SFC Turner.  “I was
just trying to explain to the LT that this communication outage makes no
sense.  All of our internal radios are working, and we should have been
able to pick up the FOB once we cleared that last ridge.  We still aren’t
picking up shit. We ain’t even seen any aircraft in the last three hours”.

Brad scratched at the
five o’clock Stubble on his chin, it didn’t make sense.  He had never
experienced anything like this.  Even though the butt of many jokes, military
radios had almost always been reliable.  “What about the Blue Force
Tracker?” Brad asked.

“It’s still not
working, I mean we can navigate but nobody is sending messages or replying to
mine,” LT answered.   “This isn’t right! It’s all wrong,” he
mumbled.  “I want suggestions, and I want them now.   I don’t
want to continue down this road with no comms and no air support.”

Brad paused apprehensively
before he began to speak.  “Let’s halt here LT.  We can hold back the
main body and setup a defensive perimeter.   I can take my gun truck
and two of the lighter Humvees back up the road to Bremmel.  Without the
main body we can move faster and avoid threats.  When I reach Bremmel, we
can figure out what’s up with the comms and send a couple birds back to escort
the rest of you home,” Brad suggested.

Turner shook his head
and grimaced “I don’t like the idea of splitting our force when I don’t know
what’s lurking out there…  But it may be the best course for what we got
going.”

“Okay then let’s stop
wasting time.  Sergeant Thompson, pull your truck ahead and get ready to
move out with two trucks from second squad.  I want you guys rolling in
five mikes,” Lieutenant Rogers barked.

Brad walked back to his
truck and jumped into the passenger seat. “Alright fellas lets mount up, we’re
going to break out of the formation and move to the front”.

“What’s up
Sergeant?  What’s going on?” asked Cole.

“We are going to route
recon ahead and link back up with Raider at Bremmel.  If we move fast, we can
make it back in time for dinner,” answered Brad.

“Hell, yeah!  I hear
that Sarge,” answered Henry as he pulled the MRAP out of the column and slowly
moved to the front of the convoy. 

As the MRAP passed the
front vehicle two more trucks dropped in behind them and they picked up
speed.  Brad lifted the radio handset and announced “Charlie six, Charlie
four, radio check,”


Charlie four, this
is six
,
I read you loud and clear,”
came the response.

“Roger that six,
Charlie four on mission,” Brad answered.  “Hey Henry, how bout you put
that pedal down and get us home.  Cole, keep your eyes open and on the
horizon.  I don’t want any surprises.”

The MRAP roared as it
picked up speed and they quickly moved east along the road throwing dust behind
them.

Things really were
strange, even though the road to FOB Bremmel was typically quiet in the
daytime, especially late afternoon; they were used to at least seeing a shepherd
or a stray jingle truck.  Today they hadn’t seen anything moving west away
from the forward operating base.  Brad started to get a bad feeling and
consciously noticed his heart rate begin to quicken. They were now less than
five miles from the base. 

Brad keyed the mic on
his radio handset and tried to call FOB Bremmel.  “Task Force Raider, this
is Charlie Four over.” Brad heard nothing but static and tried
again. “Task Force Raider, this is Charlie Four over,” again nothing.  He
tried the convoy, “Charlie Six, This is Charlie Four over”.


Go for Six,”
squelched
back on the radio.

“This is Charlie four,
still no response from Raider.”


Roger understood,
stay on mission, Six out,”
came the answer from the radio.

 

Brad looked to the left
and could see the worry on Henry’s face.  Things definitely were not right.
Brad checked in with the two scout vehicles behind him and asked them to
tighten up the formation as they got closer to Bremmel.  They moved down
into a saddle and up the other side as they made their final approach towards
the road to the FOB’s front gate.  They reached the top and made a hard
turn onto the paved road.  Henry slammed on the brakes and everything in
the truck crashed forward.  Brad heard the trucks behind skidding to a stop. 
“What the fuck Henry!” Brad shouted as he looked up and saw FOB Bremmel.

The FOB was
burning.  There were people running all along the perimeter, pouring over
the walls.  There was no gunfire, but the base was being mobbed. 

“Permission to open fire!”
Cole shouted.

“No! Hold your
fire.  They are out of range anyhow and we don’t know what’s happening,”
Brad shouted back.

Panicked, Henry looked
to Brad shouting, “Jesus! Sergeant, what’s going on down there?  Why is
there no gunfire?  Did we lose the base?  What’s going on?”

“Everyone lock it
down.  Cole keep your eyes on that gun”.  There was a knock on his
side window.   It was Corporal Méndez from the Humvee that had been
behind them.

“This is bad Sarge,
what is this?  How could all of them civilians take out the base? 
What are we going to do?” said Méndez.

“Méndez, get back to
your truck.  Get your guns up and keep an eye out. It looks like nobody
has noticed us up here.  I want to keep it that way, I’ll be with you in a
minute,” Brad answered as he lifted his radio handset, “Charlie six, this
is four.”


Go for six,”

“Six this is four, we
are one click from Bremmel. Bremmel is overrun”.


Repeat your last
Charlie four.”

“I said we are one
click from Bremmel… Break… The base has been over run and is burning!” He
yelled into the handset.


Calm down sergeant,
I need you to give me a clear answer on what you are seeing.”

 “I told you!  The base
is overrun with civilians… The gate is open and it’s burning”.


Wait one sergeant,
we have a group of civilians approaching the back of our perimeter,”
came
the reply from the radio.

Cole spoke from up in
the turret, “Sergeant, you might want to look at this.”

Brad turned his
attention from the radio and looked up.  He saw that a small ant trail of
people were moving out of the base and headed in their direction.  They were
moving fast, not quite a run, but definitely at a quick pace.

“Charlie six, we are
being approached by the mob from the base, please advise,” he said into the
radio
.

“Charlie four break
contact, return to the convoy”
crack crack crack

we
are under assault, we are engaging with less than lethal.  Return to the
convoy”.

“Roger, Charlie Six we
are enroute,”


Less than lethal not
working they are swamping the---,”
crack crack crack
“trucks…they are dragging
off the crews! ... Open fire!”

“Charlie Six, this is
four. What’s going on?” Brad yelled into the handset.

“Uhhh, Sergeant!  They
are getting closer!” yelled Cole, now in a panic.

Brad looked up and saw
the approaching mob was now inside of a thousand meters and moving very
quickly.  Brad lifted his M4 to use the advanced optics to get a better
look.  He could see a large group had now separated itself from the main
ant trail, and was winding away from the base.  He looked at the man in
front.  He was wearing a traditional man dress but his head was bare and
so were his feet.  The man was at a fast jog, his face was filled with
rage, and those behind him looked the same.  Then he noticed with alarm
the man’s chest was covered in blood.  He scanned the crowd; they also
were covered in dark stains.

“Cole, give them a
burst … Keep it far off!  I don’t want you hitting them by accident,” Brad
ordered.

“On the way,” came the
answer from Cole.  The large weapon thumped in a quick report as it poured
a six round burst out towards the approaching mob.  Rounds skipped off the
ground in front of the mob, kicking up sparks and dust.  They didn’t even
flinch; they kept running at the same pace without missing a beat.

Henry was becoming
panicked, he was shaking in his seat.  “This isn’t good Sarge, we should
leave,”

Brad didn’t look away
to answer; he was fixed on the mob.  They were seconds’ away and building
speed.  They hit the vehicles like a tidal wave.  The armored MRAP shuddered
but took the impact.

“Cole! Button
up!”  Brad screamed. 

Cole dropped into the
vehicle, slamming and locking the hatch shut behind him.  Bodies tried to
climb up the truck, having trouble because of the vehicles towering height, but
the two Humvees didn’t have the same luck.

Brad heard the gun from
Méndez’s truck fire, and looked back; he could see the mob hording over the
vehicle.  Méndez’s gunner was being grabbed at from the turret.  He
was firing madly, and the Humvee was taking off wildly out of control. 
The third truck was backing up into a stone wall trying to escape the
mob.  Brad saw the empty turret but couldn’t see if the gunner had been
able to escape and close his hatch. The Humvee was being pressed against the
stone wall.  Suddenly, he saw to the right that the gunner hadn’t escaped;
he was being ripped apart by the mob.  He could see a bloody flurry of
activity in the cab of the Humvee.

“Henry! Drive! Get us
out of here,” Brad yelled.

Henry hit the
accelerator hard.  The huge MRAP lurched forward, making a sickening crunch
as it plowed over and through the mob.  They were still climbing and
holding on to the sides of the vehicle.  Henry was pulling away from the
crowd.  Méndez’s vehicle was moving along side.  He could see that
Méndez’s truck had finally closed its hatch, but still had about eight of the
crazies holding onto the top. 

“Cole, can you see
truck three?” Brad yelled. 

“It’s lost Sergeant,
the doors are open and those guys are dragging them. What the fuck? They are
ripping them apart!” he shouted back.

“Get it together guys!
Henry, calm down and drive right.  Those fucks aren’t getting in this
truck.  We will deal with them when we get away from that mob.”

They drove for what
seemed like an eternity.  The crazies were still banging and pounding on
the sides of the armored vehicle.  Every now and then one would tumble
onto the hood of the truck or fall off the side.  No one said anything.   The
men just stayed focused and drove.  Finally the internal radio broke the
silence and Brad’s headset squelched. 


Sergeant?  What
just happened?” 
It was Méndez from the trail vehicle.

“I don’t know. We need
to get back to the convoy,” Brad answered.


Sergeant
,
we
can’t see Jones and truck three; we have to go back.”

“Truck three is
gone.  There is no going back there.  What’s your crew’s status corporal?”


We’re okay but my
gunner is fucked up, and those guys are still on the roof.  Looks like you
have a bunch on you also.”

“Okay Corporal, take
care of your gunner.  Follow us, I’ll be back with you in a minute,” Brad
reached for his radio handset and tried to call the convoy, after three tries
and no response he gave up.

“Méndez, I think we are
alone here.  We have to lose these shit heads on our vehicles.  Do you
understand?” Brad said into his internal mic. 


I understand Sarge. 
What you want me to do?”

“We’re going to
stop.  You stop about twenty feet away and I’m going to shoot the bastards
off of your truck,” Brad answered.

Brad asked Henry to
slow the vehicle and turn it so his firing portal faced Méndez’s truck. 
When the vehicle had come to a complete stop, the things on top got
frenzied.  Brad could hear them clawing and pounding at the armor
above.  Brad knew in that moment that the enemy outside wasn’t
human.  They didn’t behave rationally.  He didn’t know what they were, but
they weren’t people.  Not anymore.

He eased open his
firing port just enough so that he could fit the barrel of his M4 out.  He
had a small internal debate in his head; whether or not it was okay to shoot
one of these unarmed civilians, human or not.  But then the answer came
back to him, in the vision of truck three’s gunner being torn apart.  He
looked through his optics and took aim at one of the crazies on Méndez’s
truck.  He put the cross hair center mass on a large male that had his
fingers wedged into the door jam.  He pulled the trigger and felt the
recoil in his shoulder.  ‘
Nothing! Damn. He missed?’ 
He took
aim and fired again, this time that man’s left arm went limp but he still
howled and pried at the door.  Brad looked through the site and fired four
more times.  Finally the man loosened his grip and fell to a knee then
tumbled off the truck.

“Holy shit!  How in the
hell did that just happen?  That freak just took six shots.  This
shit ain’t right Sarge,” Cole shouted as he watched through his own portal.

Brad ignored him,
taking aim on the next one, an overweight man sitting on the hood.  This
time he aimed at the head, and blew the man’s brains out onto the windshield.
He finished off one more the same way. 

“Now it’s your turn Méndez,”
he said into his headset.

“Roger.   I’m on it,”
came the reply. 

He watched as Méndez
slowly opened his armored window and fired off close to thirty rounds before he
announced that the MRAP was clear.  They sat quietly for a minute, before
Brad decided to get out.

Brad undid the combat
lock and slowly opened the door.  He looked over and saw that Méndez was
also exiting his vehicle.  Brad stepped to the ground and saw one of the
bodies lying in a slump near a tire.  The man looked like it had been clawed
and bitten; maybe as a result of the rough ride on the MRAP?  He saw
a leg hanging from the top of the truck, he grabbed for it and pulled the body
free of the vehicle.   It hit the ground with a thud.  It was a
female wearing a light shirt.  Brad could see she had taken several shots from
Méndez’s rifle and her wounds were covered in fresh blood.  She also had
several deep cuts and at least one older bullet wound in her abdomen.

“What is
this?”
Méndez said.  Brad turned and saw Méndez standing behind him.

“I don’t know man, but
I know we killed them.  Maybe it’s a bio weapon, you know terrorist are
always into some crazy shit.”

“You heard from the
convoy?” asked Méndez.

“No man, I’m kind of
hoping the radio is out.  My antenna looks like it was ripped off. 
Last I heard they were engaging a mob.  I hope it’s not the same shit we
just saw.  How is your gunner?”

“He is bad
sergeant.  Those things tried to pull him out of the hatch.  He had
his harness on, but they still dislocated his shoulder.   Looks like
one of them took a bite out of his forearm.”

Brad walked over to
Méndez’s truck.  They had Private First Class Ryan laid out in the
back.  Ryan had sweat dripping off of him and a tourniquet on his
arm.  Méndez’s medic and driver Specialist Eric was treating him.

Eric looked up as he
saw Brad, “I don’t get it Sarge.   He is burning up with fever.  He hasn’t
woken up since he passed out after the attack.  I started an IV, but I
don’t think it’s helping.”

“Okay…  Good job
soldier, just do the best you can.  We’re going to mount up and try to get
back to the convoy.  We will get him help soon,” said Brad.

Beep Beep Beep
,
Brad turned his attention to his MRAP.  Henry was beating the horn.  He
leaned his head out of the window and frantically yelled “Sergeant they’re back
about 5000 meters and on the run”.

“Cole!  Get that gun
up, suppress, and take them out!” Brad yelled.

“On the way Sergeant,”
Cole answered as he racked the M2 Machine gun; chambering a round and pointed
into the direction of the closing mob.

“Méndez, mount up and
get ready to move,” Brad ordered. 
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Cole
had started firing his big gun.  Brad climbed into his seat and secured
his door.  He watched Méndez’s truck pull around and angle behind
him. 

“Let’s go! Back to the
convoy Henry.  Cole, keep pouring it on them!” shouted Brad. 

He looked back through
the window and could see the mob cresting the hill.  Now just meters from where
they left.  Cole was knocking them down with the big gun, he paused only
to reload.  Brad saw some of them moving on the ground and get back up. 
‘What
the hell?’
  He thought. 
‘Nobody takes a fifty caliber round
and gets back up.’
  He looked through his scope and saw a man limping
down the road with a softball size hole near his hip, but he was still trying
to jog after them.  After about 5 yards, the man fell over flat on his
face.  Eventually the pack faded from view and Brad ordered Cole to cease
fire.

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