Viking's Way - Part 9

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A few kilometres far from Vaksala, in Vato, the group of soldiers who left from Haga, are having a fight to take the potential area to create an outpost for the military where they will be getting the people who are stuck into Sweden and are facing millions of zombies for a few weeks. The soldiers have killed at least two hundred zombies on five minutes since they have first landed. Three soldiers were going to the abandoned working machine guns who were installed there by the National Army of Sweden, two more are on the buildings, serving as snipers, while Ronald and with four more soldiers, are on the streets, shooting, decapitating all of the slow, fast, crawling, Class F zombies coming at them.

On the streets, the soldiers and with Ronald using three vans and a military truck as a wall to protect them from zombies. Ronald uses the same weapons as the other soldiers, an assault rifle with at least clips that contains a total of three hundred bullets for assault rifle guns. He decimated at least three dozen of zombies, by blowing their heads from a distance with the special gun from the Organization. When he needed to reload, he would throw the empty clip at the zombies, which has a bomb installed on it to explode in ten seconds after the clip was emptied. He takes another clip, loaded on the gun, and shoot the next zombies. The clip he throwed at a pack of zombies, explodes and destroys at least six of them. It wasn't a big explosion, but an efficient one.

The snipers are on the building, where they are aiming for the dangerous zombies, such as those from Class F. One of the two snipers have managed to land a perfect shot to a zombie who was about to throw a big vehicle at the squads of five soldiers who are on the streets. The snipers are not only killing the zombies from Class F, they are even aiming for climbers and jumpers.

A sniper manages to shoot a jumper who was about to jump from a rooftop of a three-floor building to the squad on the streets. He shoots the head of that creature, and looks at him, falling losing his grip from the rooftop, and falling on the streets, impaling on the spiky fence the building had.

"Good thing he was a zombie." says the soldier in Dutch language as he loads another clip on his sniper rifle.

"I got him." says the second sniper in Dutch language, aiming his sniper rifle, pulling the trigger, blowing the head of a second jumper who was jumping from a truck trailer. He killed the thing while he was on the mid-air, and lands with the face on the windshield of the van who is used as a blockage wall.

"Awesome!" says the first sniper to the second, who did a mid-air shot to that zombie. "This is the fifth shoot this week, man! You are in good shape."

"Thanks." says the second sniper, continuing to look around for dangers and shooting any zombie.

After a few seconds, the squad with the machine guns (located at least sixty meters distance from the squad with assault rifles, on one single military tower), are loading the empty heavy guns, and are spreading thousands of bullets to the big waves of zombies on the street, the ones who are climbing the towers, and to the ones jumping around. There are only three soldiers there, and only two machine guns. Only two of these soldiers are using machine guns, while the third soldier, uses an AK-47.

That soldier is Russian and looks like an ordinary Russian from any apocalypse movie and novels, but, there is a thing that differentiate him from those people, he is a mad lad with his left eye blind. Even though he is having an handicap, this does not stop him to kill at least twenty zombies using the entire clip of this AK-47.

After he finished the clip, he quickly took it out, throw down, lands on a zombie with a big mouth, swallow the thing, and not even three seconds later, his whole body explodes. A few Undeads are leaving the group, and jump on that puddle with zombie organs, eating everything from there.

The group continues to fight furiously this big swarm of zombies for more than three minutes.

After three minutes, the group of zombies are taking a breath of relief and fall on their knees due to the fast and intense actions they have taken to decimate the great number of these creatures. A few seconds later, the soldiers, proceed to create a big blockage as fast as possible, in case another wave of zombies could show up.

It took them almost an entire hour, but they did it, they made a full blockage against dead living creatures that possess an enormous danger for any human. The soldiers have used at least six cars, one truck and four abandoned military trucks, that were in a critical state, not being able to operate on long distance (it was a problem moving them a few meters to the proposed blockage with a tow truck they found on this area).

The soldiers managed to create a wall of abandoned, also with wrecked vehicles, and now, they have to set weapons to combat the incoming waves of zombies. Luckily, this part of the setup it will be the easiest since in this area there are still weapons that can operate and working traps like for example, holes with pikes, landmines and sentry turrets with zombie heat recognizer.

Ronald is going with a soldier in the interior of what used to be a Medical Clinic, searching for medicine, or any other useful supplies in case one of the soldiers will be getting sick. The soldier who is tagging along with Ronald is the sniper who made a mid-air shot to that zombie. The soldier nickname is "GRAT". Why is he called that? Nobody knows.

"Look." says GRAT finding in a shelf a few syringes who are preserved in a good state.

Ronald come closer to the soldier, he takes one of the syringes. He notices them being kept into the usual plastic bag syringes are stored in. Ronald looks at the inscriptions on the plastic bag. All of them are in Swedish language, and he doesn't fully know it. He didn't have time to learn Swedish in the past, and not in his first mission.

The first mission was about saving a comrade who was stuck in a ship close to the port they have taken. This mission was a failure because of someone who damaged the ship system and made it explode and sink into the ocean. If this thing wasn't bad enough, that ship had a toxic content, which has now probably infested the entire water source of the planet. Only God knows what will happen to the people who are drinking this water infested with highly radioactive solutions.

"Ronald." says GRAT to Ronald while he looks at the syringe. "Are these good?"

"Don't know, GRAT." says Ronald taking a hand of syringes in plastic bags, and put them into his backpack. "The doctors will decide if these are good enough to store the possible cure." he proceeds to take any syringe from that shelf, which was at least thirty.

GRAT continues to search this building, while Ronald proceed to take any medicine from the shelves, lockers and tables. GRAT walks a few more steps, until he gets at a door, locked and with blood on it. He notices a pistol on the floor, in the hand of a dead which was used to be a female assistant. The sniper takes the gun from her hand, he checks the clip of this pistol. He sees only three bullets perfect to a pistol. He puts the pistol to his belt, and walks to the door.

He tries to open the door, but it is locked from the interior, and unfortunately, this door doesn't possess a window. It a plain door made by sturdy wood that would be hard to break empty-handed. He looked at it, and decides to leave this zone, and continues his searching around this place.

After Ronald finished taking everything of value, he heads outside, and walks to the street, where some soldiers established a tent where they will be sleeping for the night. He enters the tent, and puts the backpack with medicine, syringes in plastic bags and other supplies he found there on the table where the leader of this squad, talked earlier with the Sigurd group on the radio. The squad leader looks at the contents of the backpack, and at Ronald after he finished it inspecting it.

"Good find."

"Thanks, sir." says Ronald in a neutral state.

"For a volunteer, you are not too bad." says the squad leader closing the backpack. "Made a bunch of kills in the helicopter, you did a lot on the streets on fighting the swarm and creating a defence system. And finding medicine. You are a good man."

The squad leader sits on a normal chair, he takes from his back pocket from the torso a pack of five cigars, takes one from there, he puts it on his mouth, and handed the pack to Ronald in an offering manner. Ronald refuse to smoke, and the squad leader, is okay with the decision.

"Why are you insisting on coming here?" says the Squad Leader lighting his cigar with the lighter he has at the beginning of this nightmare.

"What are you talking about, sir?" asks Ronald.

"You were assigned at first with repairing cars, and now. You want to come here as a volunteer. Don't you have someone at the Island to protect and stay with it the entire day? A woman or a child?"

"No. I am all alone, now." says Ronald.

"Hmm…" he takes a smoke from the cigar, and threw in the air. "What is the reason you are coming here?"

"I want to help. On the island, I feel useless. There are good mechanics and drivers there who can do a better job than me there. Here. I am useful to you and the soldiers." responds Ronald sitting on the chair next to the squad leader. "I feel relieved to be out of that base. Just the thought of staying safe somewhere, while much more unlucky people are suffering hardships of this thing."

"Aha."

"Captain!" says a soldier entering the tent. "A wave of zombies is coming from the North-East. We must prepare for defence."

In just a few seconds, the Squad Leader, lights off the cigarette by using the table, rise up from the chair, and walks out of the tent. Ronald and with that soldiers are following the Squad Leader to the location where there was reported a wave of zombies coming.