noon of the dead

[master of the puppets]

srry bought the wait, i was grounded...again goddamnit

no not a real tank, the most advanced as of now is the M1A1 abrams tank. google it, a fantastic peice of military technology. some tanks really could submerge like that, not sure if m1 could.

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i pushed myself up out of the tank and spat on the dirt.

"any wounded?" asked the soldier.

i sighed and said "no, perfect mission. we got 40 bags of charcoal, about 90 pounds of sulfer." a smile came to my sorely chapped lips "and an added bonus, we found a handful full of people held up in an apartment complex in some city called "Grand Island""

"tough bunch of bastards, damn near starving and completely boxed in. once we got um' they led us to 5 gas stations that were completely untapped. we filled up all the tanks and had a lot to spare."

hearing this a smile came to his lips. he started "oh, the chopper party did great too. raided a grocery store, a museum, and a steel mill. we have enough metal to creat about 30 more suits of armor."

i hopped out of the tank and stood next to him, we both began walking twards the large iron gates that sat between 10 yard high walls. he continued.

"judging by the amounts of charcoal and sulfer you found we can ground it down into enough gun powder for a thousand shells or so."

the pair turnede around when a cry punctuated the air. a 3 year old child was being pulled out of the tank and had dropped his blanket. he screamed for it as if his life was bound to its familiarity. the two stood there watching the child cradle his blanket.

"this sucks" i said and began walking again.

"well what do you expect? the world belongs to the walkin dead, i'm just glad you got those people and there children out alive, every human counts."

i felt anger growing in my chest "counts? COUNTS? COUNTS?. WHAT THE HEKLL DO WE COUNT FOR? EVERY PERSON IN THIS DAMNED CITY COULD KILL 1000 OF THEM AND ANOTHER 100,000,000 WILL STILL BE THERE TO FIGHT US." i gulped and stalked forward trying to get my thoughts together, a headache began to pound in my head.

a hand clapped my back and its owner said "but if you kill 10,000 than..." and a rifle was pressed into my hands. i looked into vulcans eyes and said. "ready a chopper and hunter killer team we won't be back until everywhere for 10 miles around belongs to humanity"

he nodded and the two passed into the city.