Sorry for the lapse in updates.  I was busy over the weekend.

I look down at the smoking helicopter, lying on its side with numerous infected moving toward it.  Suddenly, I see the Pilot's door open.  I had already located the bodies of the three Crimson Heads that were on it lying about ten feet away, totally splattered from the impact.  "Look!  One of the pilots is still alive!" I yell to the rest of the team pointing at the crash.

"My God, he's right!" Pat says.  Below I see the pilot draw his 9mm, and start firing at the crowd.  "We have to try to help him!" Mark yells raising his G3 Sniper to his shoulder.  Mark starts picking off zombies, and I raise my gun to do the same.  "Don't waste your ammo!  We can't help him!" Rick yells pushing Mark's gun down.

Just as he says that I see the pilot raise his gun to his chin.  "No!" I yell as I hear the crack of his pistol.  The pilot is dead, just as the zombies close in on him.  "God****it!  ****!  ****!" I scream.  "I'm sorry son, we couldn't have helped him anyway.  I guess we should be glad he won't have to suffer being eaten alive," Rick consoles me as he puts his hand on my shoulder. 

I knew that guy.  His name was Alan.  I used to play poker with him, we had been beer buddies.  Even if I hadn't known him, I didn't want to see him die.  He was a great pilot, a good part of our team family.  He had also been our only way out.  "Let's go.  There has to be another way out of this hospital," Rick says to me as he takes his hand off my shoulder.

I turn and start to open my mouth to suggest the bodies, but I see that Craig and Pat already took care of them.  Hey, there's a stair case over here!" Jamie yells.  We all head over to it and Rick nudges past Jamie and opens the door.  As soon as he opens it, he puts in his pistol and quickly sweeps the steps below him.  He waves us forward, and we all follow as Craig takes his usual place in the lead.

We head down the stairs until we reach the ground floor of a new wing.  We open the door to the new wing and see a two Lickers eating a corpse.  Just as they turn around and see us, Adam fires off his shotgun, and I open up my G36C with a four round burst.  the Lickers both jolt back as they are hit and one jumps onto the ceiling and scurries down the hall, around the corner, while Rick takes out the second with four more rounds to its head.

The Licker collapses with a gaping hole in its head where both mine and Rick's bursts went in.  We all advance forward and turn the corner and look around.  We are in a large second lobby.  I hear something, and I turn right, and see the Licker jump away as my light hits it.  I continue to scan the ceiling, and i see something suddenly drop.  I turn to my left just in time to see it jump at Ben.  He lets one hand go of his gun, and delivers a powerful roundhouse kick that sends it flying five feet to his right.

Ben then rereadies his gun and lets off a burst that quickly stills the writhing Licker.  A pool of blood grows underneath the dead creature.