I squinted out into the sunlight, it burned as the trees had that day so long ago.
I shifted my weight, easing the pain in my knee a little but not much. i spat out over the tanks edge and barked "binoculars."
a pair of heavy binoculars were lain into my gauntleted grasp and i drew them up to my eyes.
walking mindlessly over the scorched dirt the zombies stretched for miles, "HO" , i yelled and the tank came to a halt. it creaked and squealed on wheels long needing oil.
"the great plains, stupid name in my opinion" i said. Mark, my second in command said "at least there flat, he sheilded his eyes with his gloved hand. after survaying for a moment he drew back the bolt on his rifle.
with a steady hand he aimed, the crosshairs flowing from one target to the next, and still he did not shoot.
i turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow, he looked back and said "no need to waste bullets, the ranks are to thin, we could just run um down." i nodded and banged twice upon the metal plates of the tank.
Mark ducked down into the hatch. i pulled free from its holter my pistol, in my other hand i held a broadsword. the caravan of 6 tanks pulled up into a skirmish line.
i pushed onto my head a solid steel helmet, it resembled a corinthian helm like that of old greece. with the hilt of my sword i bashed the metal of the tank onwe more time and the line advanced.
oh nuts...i gotta finish this later.
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