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// It's the Army! 
// Story: My little Dayz: Zombies Aren't Magic 
// by Colgate1211 
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	His ears rang, his mind struggled to make light of what was happening. Concrete bits and pieces flew everywhere, bullets flew through the walls at random. He looked to Colgate, who was giving him a look of intense fear and confusion -- matching Obsidian's. He army crawled over to her.
"Go! Get out of this room!" He yelled over the chaos. She cocked her head and pushed one of her ears forwards to hear him better, and he repeated himself. She started moving over. Slowly but surely, they made their way out of the ambush.
"The MG's are still in there." She said, picking up her M16. Obsidian cocked his AK, and rushed to the window facing the attackers who were still laying down fire into the room.
"Take them out!" Colgate said, nudging his rifle up a bit to prompt him. He took his position and rested the front of the rifle on the windowsill. The two were easy targets, just sitting there distracted by their current task. He took two shots, and there were two less bandits in the world.

They walked back up to the bedroom to retrieve their machine guns, and the radio if it was intact through that ambush. The curtains were absolutely shredded, the walls were reminiscent of Swiss cheese, dust was still settling around. 
"You stay here, there's a lot of broken glass and sharp fragments of concrete." He said, treading lightly into and out of the room. The MG's were unharmed, just covered in concrete dust. Obsidian gave a little cough, slinging his MK 48 over his back. "We should get out of here, there's still a gunship on it's way here." He remembered. "We better get a move on."
"That's risky, isn't it?" She retorted nervously.
"Only if we're caught out in the open. If we can make it to the forest, we'll be fine." He said reassuringly. "Let's pack up what we're gonna take and make a break for it."

"Food, ammo, weapons, and map?."
"Check, check, check and.... Check!"
"Well then, I think we're good. Let's make a run for it." Obsidian said, and they took off out the door. Colgate noted that there were still no zombies, and it was still just as creepy as the first time she realized it. Zombies were the norm, without them, it seemed far scarier to be in a town. The way they came in, with tens of zombies trailing them was now as clear as ever, and so were the skies. For now, at least. Obsidian slowed down a bit, looking back to make sure they weren't being followed. Colgate kept making progress towards the treeline.
"I think I can hear it, let's get up there!" he said, turning and going into a run. Colgate picked up her pace as well, the treeline was only twenty yards or so. The chopper was definitely getting closer. They hit the treeline, and went prone facing the town, waiting to see what would happen.

And they would find out sooner than they thought. Just minutes later, and chopper buzzed the town, circled around and hovered over the city center. Obsidian took his binoculars out to get a better look.
"What do you see?" Colgate asked. No reply, just silence. "Is it bad, or what?"
"Let's go check it out." he said, curiosity getting the best of him.
"What!? There were just soldiers dropped in there. Trained, armed soldiers. If you have a death wish, cool, but ill stay up here." Colgate said, sitting down and crossing her hooves in defiance.
"Oh come on. We're gonna sneak in just far enough to see what's going on and we'll bounce back out. No biggie." Obsidian said, nudging her towards the city.
"Fine, let's just make it quick." She gave in with a sigh.

The soldiers were in the middle of town, which meant that if they could make their way back into the house they slept in last night, they could watch everything from the second floor. Obsidian went in first, and Colgate followed closely behind. Their view out the second story window was perfect: they could see every soldier that was dropped. Some were setting up tents, others were moving crates that were dropped over to one location. The makings of a military outpost, and they already had a town's worth of buildings to boot.
"Come on, we've seen what they're doing. I don't like this." Colgate said, tapping Obsidian's shoulder
"Yeah, just a sec. I wanna see if I can make out what's in the boxes..." obsidian said, intent on finding what they were holding in the crates.
"They're full of rubber chickens. Can we go?" She said impatiently, and obsidian reluctantly got up. They went down the stairs in total silence and were about to make a break for their equipment up on the hill, but that's when they were held at gunpoint by a group of soldiers.

Silence. Obsidian counted eight soldiers, each with either an M4 or M16 aimed dead at one of their heads.
"Is there any chance we can talk out whatever's about to happen?" Obsidian asked, giving an easy smile. He took a small step forwards and was met with a rifle butt to the his leg, sending him down to the ground.
"No, I'm afraid the chance of that flew out when you trespassed in on official military business." One of the soldiers said. "Don't bother getting up, I'll just whack you again." He said.
"We didn't know what was happening, we were just looking for food." Obsidian lied, trying to get some pity out of the soldier.
"Oh, really? Funny, you weren't looking for food when you shot our scouts, were you?" the soldier asked Obsidian, getting right in his face. "Well, after we take care of you, maybe you'll learn not to get in business you don't have any right to even be aware of. Obsidian was about to say something else when his world went black.