Name: Cpl. Sean Watson
Location: Baltimore Airport
Equipment: M1911, 40 HPRs, M4A1 with a taclight, 120 rounds, Two-Way Radio
Zombies are all around us. Wright was the first to fire, accompanied by everyone else. The constant put-put-put of the guns farther away seemed to be drowned out by mine. Zombies toppled over, one by one, bullet by bullet. Blood stained the walls of the entrance to the airport, but that didn't matter now. That's when wright stopped firing. He had to reload! He shouted for people to cover him, but without that extra firepower of at least 10 men with that M60, the zombies came closer, and closer. Wright had to give up the reloading process, and started shooting frantically. It was too late. A zombie pounced on him, and then more. The squad concentrated their fire on the mound of zombies, and eventually they killed all of them. Wright was covered in blood, and sobbing. There were no more zombies around, but I fear that I may lose the best friend I have ever had.
