"Checkpoint Alpha, fall back to checkpoint Charlie, Bravo is unresponsive, fall back now, over"

The voice drifted into the my consciousness, forcing me to open my eyes. Blinking, I forced myself to focus on the surroundings. I was strapped to the passenger seat, dangling across the cab, hanging onto the driver's side, which had mostly been torn away by the wall the vehicle was against. No, not a wall, the ground. I shook my head. The vehicle was on its side, crumpled with windows smashed and scattered across the cab. Blood was dripping past my face pooling onto the concrete and what was left of another person. I reached up to the pain throbbing through my head and touched the sticky spot. Pulling my hand away coated in red, I realized where the blood was dripping from.

The radio crackled to life again "Checkpoint Alpha, come back, over"

I looked out of the vehicle at my surroundings. The grey concrete road was pitted with rough holes, splashed with blood, a lot of blood at that, and scattered with bullet casings. Across the street a large building was billowing grey smoke into the clear blue sky, the flames licking up the outside of the building and setting alight to a pair of curtains that flowed out into the wind. Looking at the vehicles dashboard I could see the radio, as shattered as it looked, I was surprised it worked, yet with no handset it was useless to me.

"Checkpoint Charlie, any sign of Alpha? over."

Who was I? Where was I? What was going on? Was I in some sort of warzone? I pulled at my jacket, camouflage, and saw the name tag 'McKinney'. I nodded, I liked the name McKinney. I decided it would be a last name, my last name. Now all I needed was a first name. 

"Percy. Come in Percy. Answer dammit!" 

The name Percy stuck to her brain, so familiar sounding yet it didn't quite click. Percy McKinney. It had a nice flow to it, so, for the time being, I would be Percy McKinney. I tried to remember something, anything, but my mind was blank. I pulled at the seatbelt, bracing myself against the dashboard and unclipped the latch. Tumbling, sliding and crawling from my seat, I pulled myself through the front window and free of the vehicle.

"Checkpoint Charlie? Status report? Checkpoint Charlie, come back, over"

Looking around I could see the streets were deserted, nothing moved. The faint radio crackle, the whistling wind and the building fire was all that I could hear. This was unnerving, I knew I was in a city, you could see building tops for miles around, there should be more sounds, cars, people, even gun fire. But there seemed to be nothing. Silence.

"Twelfth troop is moving to fallback point eight. All surrounding units are advised to do the same, over."

I looked at the crashed vehicle I had just emerged from. Skid marks were all around it, obviously the rest of the convey had kept going, leaving them to their fate. The vehicle was a dark grey humvee, with blood coating the heavy weapon mounted to the roof and was sprayed into the circular turret that provided access from the rear of the vehicle to the gun. As I looked at the scene, I realized that as the vehicle had come to lay on its side, whoever had been in the turret had been firing at the enemy, tearing holes into the concrete road until I could see strips of material and blood, had been pulled out of the hatch. Despite the damage taken from the crash, I could tell that the vehicle had not been hit by a single bullet. I frowned. Getting down on my hands and knees, I looked at the driver's side, more blood and again, more strips of material, as though half of the driver had been pulled from his seat and out of the window. The top half of him was all that remained, but I could have sworn he moved a second ago. I shook my head. That wasn't possible, half of him was missing and he no doubt died from blood loss if not from the injuries.

"Twelfth troop, rendezvous at checkpoint delta, we have two additional units on route to that location, over."

Looking around, I saw a trail of blood leading away from the humvee and into a shattered shop front. Swearing, I reached into the vehicle and pulled a large caliber machine gun from its rack and several clips of ammo that looked like it matched the weapon. I checked the safety and pushed the clip into place, pulling back on the loading bolt and checking the first shell had clicked into place. Satisfied that the weapon was ready, I braced the large gun against my hip, pointed it forward and strode off toward the shattered window.

"Twelfth troop be advised, we have confirmed combatants at checkpoint Delta, over."

Approaching the shattered window I peered into the gloom. Display cases were toppled onto the dusty ground, chairs scattered and the china, obviously the stores merchandise, was shattered across the floor. In the middle of the wreckage two figures lay slumped next to each other.

"Anyone alive in here?" my voice rang through the dark.

With a low moan one of the figures looked up. I stood, frozen in stunned panic as I realized that the figure who was slowly pushing itself upright had been eating the chest of the body on the floor. Dark blood poured from the mouth of the man as he stumbled over the wreckage toward me, arms outstretched and eyes unblinking.

"Are you OK?" I mentally face palmed at asking the cannibal if he was OK.

The man didn't stop coming towards me and, judging by his size, he could easily take me down and continue on his feasting.

I did the only thing I could. I pulled the trigger.

The heavy machine gun roared, lighting up the shop with giant flashes of flame and light as the figure flew backwards, bullets tearing through flesh and bone. I stopped firing and peered through the gun smoke at the figure. As it cleared my eyes widened and I swore before pulling the trigger and sending more rounds into the man as he had started to rise up. Gun roaring, I saw the man's flesh being torn away as the second figure sat up into the hail of gunfire. A bullet clipped through its skull, spraying blood into the air and the figure slumped back to the floor. I stopped firing, and paused as the man, body torn apart by the bullets, continued to move, pulling himself toward me with its shattered arms and leaving a trail of blood and gore in its wake.

I frowned, aimed the barrel and carefully squeezed the trigger. One round exploded from the gun and buried itself in the man's head, where he immediately slumped to the floor, motionless.

I stood silently looking at the figures, until, satisfied they were truly dead, I turned away.

"Headshots only? Guess I need something more accurate" I said to myself.

As I looked around the deserted street a distant explosion went off with a thud in the distance and as I watched a small plume of smoke rise into the air. Slinging the weapon over my shoulder, I set off toward the distant combat, determined to regain my memory and let others know to aim for the head.

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