Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 26: Leaving

"Shadow 1, form a defensive line. Hold the stairwell entrance. We're almost there!" Thomas barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.

"Copy, Eagle," Phillip responded as he and the soldiers took up firing positions near the top of the stairs. The sound of pounding footsteps and snarling zombies echoed from below. Within seconds, the first wave of undead appeared on the stairwell, their decayed forms clawing and scrambling over each other in a desperate rush toward the survivors.

"Open fire!" Phillip commanded.

A coordinated barrage of gunfire erupted, the soldiers laying down controlled bursts of 5.56mm rounds. The narrow stairwell became a deathtrap for the zombies, their bodies piling up as more continued to surge forward. Blood splattered across the walls as headshots dropped the creatures in rapid succession.

"Keep them pinned! Don't let them breach!" Phillip yelled over the gunfire.

Meanwhile, Thomas guided the survivors toward the rooftop access door. Samantha stumbled slightly but was quickly steadied by one of the soldiers. The group moved in a tight formation, fear etched across their faces as the gunfire and snarls intensified behind them.

"Move! Move!" Thomas urged, pushing the pace. They burst onto the rooftop, where Raven 2 was already touching down. The helicopter's rotors whipped the air around them, creating a deafening roar.

"Raven 1, maintain overwatch and provide covering fire if needed," Thomas ordered through the comms.

"Roger that, Eagle Actual. We're holding pattern and ready to engage," the pilot of Raven 1 responded.

Phillip and his team continued to hold the stairwell, but the horde showed no signs of slowing. One of the soldiers called out, "They're pushing harder, sir! We can't hold this forever!"

"Time to fall back!" Phillip ordered. "Eagle, we're pulling out!"

"Understood. Get to the chopper now!" Thomas replied.

The special forces team executed a tactical retreat, laying down suppressive fire as they withdrew. The zombies surged into the open, pouring out onto the rooftop like a wave of nightmares. Thomas raised his rifle and fired, taking down several of the closest threats.

"Viper 1, this is Eagle. We need immediate fire support on the rooftop perimeter!" Thomas called over the comms.

"Copy, Eagle. Engaging now," Viper 1's pilot confirmed.

The AH-64 Apache appeared on the horizon, its nose-mounted M230 chain gun swiveling to lock onto the mass of zombies spilling onto the roof. A thunderous BRRRRT echoed as high-explosive incendiary rounds tore through the horde. Limbs and torsos exploded in a gory display, the remaining zombies scattering under the onslaught.

"Perimeter is clear for now! Raven 2, lift off now! Raven 1 come and get us!"

"Roger, Eagle Actual. Lifting off now," the pilot of Raven 2 acknowledged. The Black Hawk carrying the survivors ascended swiftly, its rotors kicking up a gust of wind and debris as it climbed away from the rooftop. The terrified students clung to the seats inside, Samantha still clutching the blanket around her as she glanced down at the chaos below.

"Raven 1, inbound for extraction," the pilot of the second Black Hawk confirmed over the comms.

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Thomas turned to Phillip and the remaining soldiers. "Hold your positions! We need to buy Raven 1 time to land."

The rooftop shook slightly from the concussive shock of the Apache's continued fire support. Viper 1 hovered nearby, the chain gun spewing another volley of rounds that tore into the zombies flooding the rooftop. The creature's grotesque forms disintegrated under the barrage, but more surged from the stairwell.

"They just keep coming!" a soldier shouted, firing another burst from his rifle.

"We're almost out of ammo!" another reported, slamming a fresh magazine into his weapon.

"Just a little longer!" Thomas barked, firing controlled shots at the advancing horde.

Within moments, Raven 1 swooped low over the building, its searchlight illuminating the rooftop like a beacon. The helicopter's door gunner opened fire, his M240 machine gun spitting out a steady stream of 7.62mm rounds to suppress the remaining zombies near the landing zone.

"Eagle, we're ready for pickup. Land zone is hot but manageable," the Raven 1 pilot reported as the Black Hawk touched down with a jolt.

"Move, move, move!" Thomas yelled, waving his team toward the helicopter.

Phillip and the soldiers fell back in disciplined formation, covering each other as they sprinted for the chopper. Zombies lunged at their heels, but precise headshots from the team and the door gunner kept them at bay. Thomas was the last to board, pulling himself up onto the helicopter's floor just as the gunner unleashed another hail of bullets to cover their retreat.

"Go, go!" Thomas shouted to the pilot, slamming the cabin door shut.

"Roger that, Eagle Actual. We're airborne," the pilot confirmed as the Black Hawk lifted off, narrowly avoiding a pair of zombies that had leapt toward the skids.

As the helicopter gained altitude, Thomas looked down at the rooftop one last time. The remaining zombies swarmed aimlessly, their grotesque forms still reaching for the departing aircraft. The Apache circled back around, unleashing a final strafing run that decimated the remaining horde before banking away to join the extraction formation.

"Everyone accounted for?" Thomas asked.

"All present and accounted for, sir," Phillip replied, securing his weapon. The soldiers gave brief nods of confirmation.

Thomas exhaled slowly, the weight of the mission's success settling over him. Despite the chaos, they had accomplished their objective—most of the survivors were safe, including Samantha.

"Mission is complete. We're heading back to base," Thomas said through the comms.

"Copy that, Eagle Actual. Falling in," the Apache pilot responded.

The helicopters flew in formation, the city below growing smaller as they ascended into the sky.