I get to my feet and look at the burning wreck.  The car is totally destroyed and the Tyrant is on the ground with its left talon arm and shoulder totally blown away, and its lower and upper halves of its body are separated.  I look and see a twisted piece of bumber covered with blood.  It must have sliced through the Tyrant like a hot knife through butter.  Craig and Pat come and join me by the Tyrant, and Jamie, Adam, Rick, Ben, and Mark all come out from numerous cars they were hiding behind.  I hadn't even noticed them run, I thought to myself.

"Nice work!  How much did you use?" Rick asks me.  About 10 pounds.  I put it right on the gas tank too," I answer.  "Well, you did a hell of a job.  I'll see to it that you are properly rewarded," Rick says to me.  I smile and look to see that Pat has a shotgun at the Tyrant's head.  "Hey, where'd you get that?" I ask Pat.  "Found it in a police car with a full belt of extra shells," Pat says as he holds up a Remington 870 twelve gauge shotgun with beautiful black furniture, and a nice chrome ejection port and R.P.D. stamp on the butt.

"Nice.  But you already have the SAW," I respond.  "Yeah.  Hey Adam.  I told you we'd get you a real weapon.  Now can I have my pistol back?" Pat asks as him and Adam exchange guns.  Adam aims down the sights.  "Man, an 870.  I hunt with one of these things," Adam tells us as he holds out the gun admiring the furniture.  We hear moans coming from the hospital.  "Incoming!"  Pat yells as he raises his machine gun.

Three zombies and, EIGHT CRIMSON HEADS!?  Oh my God!  I raise my gun and hear the sickening metallic click of an empty gun.  I ready myself to reload, but Rick yells "No time!  Run!"  I turn and follow the rest of the team at a dead sprint, but of course the Crimson Heads aren't too far behind.  "Chopper, we need extraction at the top of the hospital parking lot now!" Rick screams into his radio.

"Alright, coming in now," I hear in reply in my earpiece.  "Hurry!  We have eight Crimson Heads after us!" Rick yells.  We continue at a dead sprint, and I start to hear the faint noise of a helicopter.  As we continue turning corners the Crimson Heads start to close the gap.  We finally reach the top of the five level parking structure, and I see the chopper hovering just above the floor out about three feet from the guard rail.  "Move out of the way!" the gunner yells and we comply.

We all move to the right away from the field of fire, and as the creatures approach the helicopter, the gun opens up. Four are mowed down, but too late.  Three of them make the jump onto the chopper while the last one falls just short as pure chaos takes over the Blackhawk.  We hear screams from inside, and the chopper goes spastically out of control.  Suddenly, it veers away from the hospital building.  "No!" Rick yells.  The chopper crashes on the street below.

We look down.  The only movement is the zombies on the street moving toward the crash site for their next meal.