There was no briefing. Well, to be honest, it was a “briefing on the fly.” We literally were in the air when we were told about the situation. None of it seemed to register with me. There are nearly 800,000 humans eating other humans. They are moving in all directions from Central Park. And we had instructions to kill at will. This was a clusterfuck of major proportions.
My first engagement was over Madison Avenue, near the park. I see twenty to thirty targets moving to the south. I didn’t pull the trigger because I could’t confirm they were enemy combatants. Then I see all of them rush someone in the street. They surrounded a frightened person and began to bite and tear into the flesh of that individual. Right there and then, I fired.
I hit all of them. I hit the victim. I don’t feel bad about saying that. I know that he would prefer a quick death over being eaten alive. That engage was the only real successful part of the mission. Everything after that became a disaster.
I was stationed at Fifth and 34th street when I heard about the incident in the park. The radio exploded with various reports. Within a minute, a came to understand that all of these fucking cannibals have launched an attack all over the city. My heart started to race. I made a quick mental check of all of my weapons. I knew I didn’t have enough to survive if more than a hundred of them came towards me.
There was a battalion of us on that intersection. We assume a “Turtle Formation.” All one hundred of us squeezed into a compact arrangement with weapons pointing in every direction. We knew that the only way to stay alive was to stand our ground and stick together.
Then we heard the rumbling. Coming from the north, I saw a wave of humanity. They were running towards us. Many of them were holding the meat and limbs and other human remains. It is a sight I never wanted to see again in my lifetime.
We opened up with our weapons. We hit that initial first wave of flesh eaters. They went down. Then more of them came. We fire again. They go down. Still more were coming. We started to run out of ammo. They kept coming and coming. Panic hit all of us and we all started running for our lives.
I started running and firing behind me. I didn’t look, I just shot blindly. I wanted to get into a tall structure, head to the roof and wait for a rescue. I run south on Madison until I hit 25th street over at Madison Square Park. I look towards the park and see another fucking wave of these flesh eaters. I make a run towards an apartment building in hopes of just getting the fuck off of the street.
I run to the doors. No luck. The residents barricaded themselves inside the building. The flesh eaters where mere feet in front of me. I close my eyes. Suddenly, I hear the barrage of gun fire come from the sky. A Blackhawk wiped out about a hundred of them. A hundred more were still coming at me. The Blackhawk moved directly ahead of me and hovered right over Madison Square Park. It seemed like the copter’s guns were pointed right at my face. I hit the ground. The Blackhawk fires. I thought I had died. When I opened my eyes, the flesh eaters were all cut to pieces. I felt around my body for any wounds. Nothing. I didn’t get hit. And for about ten seconds, I felt safe. Then I heard horrific screaming coming from two blocks away. So I started to run south towards Battery Park.
I ran up to Time Square. I could feel the flesh eaters coming up behind me. What a fucking mess. When I get to the square, I could see thousands of people running for their lives. Then, out of nowhere, I see two Blackhawks coming up Broadway. They started shooting. They hit civilians. They his flesh eaters. They really didn’t discriminate. I hit the ground. I could hear the bullets flying all around me. I pulled the corpse of a young man over me as a shield. I felt I had seconds to live. Either I was going to be shot, eaten or trampled to death.
After five minutes, the shooting had stopped, the Blackhawks started moving towards the Hudson. I stand up to the sounds of moaning and screaming. The entire square was filled with dead and dying bodies. The flesh eaters where cut down. So were many of the civilians. You could not walk two steps without stepping into human remains.
I walk up to what appeared to be a living being. I lean over. I reach down to see if the person is okay. When I touched the person’s back, he launched up at me. I could see his bloody teeth. It was one of the flesh eaters. I pushed myself away and ran. But I will never forget the sight of those bloody teeth. That image will stay with me until the day I die.
I lived on the tenth floor of my apartment building. After the attack happened, you could not find anything definitive on TV. The live TV feed as cut and the new reporters in the studios were saying that the riot was being suppressed by the National Guard. However, I could look outside of my window and tell that nothing was being suppressed.
I went on Twitter and began seeing this tweets about the cannibals eating people alive. Tweet after tweet. None of this was on TV. I immediately barricaded myself inside my apartment. I still had running water and about half a pound of dry noodles. I felt that could last me a week. I was not coming out of the house until the situation was under control.
I could see the gun fire, smoke and Blackhawks all over the island. I immediately left my post and went to my house. I got my family and left town. I didn’t give a shit about my job or my pension at that point. I didn’t even care if they came and arrested me for abandoning my post. Frankly, I was only holding on to my job because it was the only way to guarantee that my family could eat. I am glad of what I did and I would do it again. I saved my family’s life.
I was ordered to move right above the Brooklyn Bridge. There was so much chatter on the radio that I really couldn’t understand what was going on. I was just looking and waiting for some definitive order. Until then, I just started looking out on the ground. I began to see a mass of people running across the Brooklyn Bridge towards Brooklyn. That’s when I got the code “Flame! Flame!” over the radio. Flame was the code for fire at will. This was supposed to mean that I had carte blanch to shoot at anything I perceived as a threat. But I all I could see are people. At the time, I had no idea that the people on the ground were in effect, zombie, flesh eaters. I just waited and waited until I got the order. “Shoot those Goddamned motherfuckers now!” I started shooting. I hit everything. I hit flesh eaters. I hit civilians. I hit children. I really don’t know how else I can put it.
I was on Twitter. All of a sudden, I started seeing messages that said, “Get out of Brooklyn now!” I knew something bad had happened in Manhattan. What ever it was, it was spreading into Brooklyn. At the time, I didn’t know it had anything to do with flesh eaters. I just sort of wandered out of my building and looked around. People started running and screaming. So I started running. I had no idea what I was running from. I ran with the pack of people. None of really knew where we were headed. Some of us turn a corner and I saw something that I will take to my grave. I saw a man ripping the face off of a young girl. She was maybe 8 or 9 years old. He ripped off her face until there was nothing but meat. Two big guys ran towards him. Big guido guys. The flesh eater had no fear. He was smaller. When the two gudios grabbed him, the flesh eater ripped the nose off of one of him. That first guy fell to the ground with a big hole in his face. The second guido frozen. The flesh eater jumped on him and started to tear the flesh off of his face. We all ran. I pissed myself. I still don’t know how I made it out of Brooklyn that night,