Marking Time ‘Til We Die

Soon after departing the scene of the biker incident, the group caught sounds of automatic gunfire from over the hill they were currently ascending, and noted a fair amount of smoke and exhaust in the air. They crested the hill and stopped short when they noticed a roadblock a hundred yards down the other side. A group of guys in khaki fatigues were firing on a much larger mob of figures further down the hill, and didn’t seem to be paying any attention to the four cars and trucks idling in front of the log barricade. As Cabbage Head and Lightnin’ edged the Jeeps forward, the group noticed that the downhill mob seemed to move at an eerie, unnatural gait. A couple of the figures shrugged off solid shots from the military rifles and proceeded to rip one of the soldiers apart.

Seriously disconcerted, the Atlanta posse entered the fray. They opened up with both AK-47s and the 50, and Huong used a couple of Molotov cocktails to thin the ranks of both the zombies and the soldiers unfortunate enough to be near the armored personnel carrier that had been parked behind the barricade. Fortunately, one of the bombs also took out a chunk of the roadblock, so Cabbage Head and Lightnin’ were able to follow the local Comandante as he fled upon seeing the next wave of zombies emerge from the jungle. The last surviving soldier shoved the dead driver out of one of the idling cars beyond the barricade, and brought up the rear of the makeshift convoy fleeing toward Yaviza.