December 17, 2009
The Col just copped a plea – he has a sat phone and a dish in his bergen!!!!
This coincided with H finding a blog – Quintessential Soldier on the net. written by a US Sgt who is up to his ears in zombies and trouble. We have posted onto his blog – if he can give us a mobile number, Col Aidan will try some of his contacts in the US military to get hold of the guy and pull him out of wherever he is…..
December 17, 2009
It got a bit hairy between J and Col Aidan; he used to be J’s CO – he might still be, we arent sure on that but Col A has been taking charge of things. All of us civilians have always been led by J but the Squaddies defer to him.
A few days ago though, it got sorted out. Col A got talking to the guys from the RFC and a bottle of whisky was found; a lot of rugby talk followed and another bottle appeared. Aidan can drink but at some stage lurched into the night for a leak. There was a bit of a struggle but he got floored and a tin bucket put on his head . This was then hit with a stick in time to repeated chants of “Whose in charge?” “J!”
It didnt take long.
Since then normal service has been resumed.
There is talk of a raid down on the Coryton ASDA for winter supplies.
November 30, 2009
Well, it started mad and got worse. We all got to the stop line at Hawthorns, to find a Lynx helo waiting for us – with a compact bloke in dark corduroys and an amy camo parka, I noticed he had jump wings on it and a sand beret tucked away. He greeted J with “Francis! Its been a while. A word?”
They stood off while Kar and I stared his pilot down. All I could hear was “….doing a good job Francis, but armed civvies? Going over my head….” J seemed to growl at him and they muttered at each other a bit. Meanwhile Stan and the Rupert were pacing out ranges and pointing people into positions. We and the Naz lads set up on the halfway line on the rugby pitch while the Rupert led his lads up onto the hill above the A470. the unarmed teams headed to wards Pontypridd to watch the roads from Tonteg and Gelliherion. in case.
J and this Col Aiden guy seemd to sort it out because the Col grabbed an M16 from the Lynx and strolled over to us. “OK chaps, my names Aidan, Francis used to work for me and I’m your Forward Observer for the day. My boys in the Lynx will shoot up these zombie types on my call. OK? Now, spread out and lets slot some undead.”
J sautered over to Tul and the Naz lads. Francis eh. Always wondered what the F was for. no wonder he wanted to be called J in school.
And then the Zs arrived from down by Taffs well. We started picking them off and falling back to wards the houses. The squaddies were ripping into them and all was going well – until the stoppages began…J and Aidan kept up a steady line of helpful advice though Aidan got a snarl from Stan when he got a bit over attentive of Kar.
we were doing well until J got a call on his mobile from the RFC blokes – Zs on the Gelliherion road. The Squaddies doubled off to head them off and Aidan called in the Lynx which clattered overhead, brassing away with its pair of gympies. it cought a few Zs but was running low on fuel and headed for the castle…..the zs were getting close and we were were clambering into the gardens now bracing the gats on the walls and fences, blatting away. still the Zs kept coming and were down to a mag or so each when the gang from the RFC came hoofing along with adidas bags full of spares. nice timing.
I was in the back door now, with Kar firing over my head. single shots each time but double taps to the Zs heads. messy. smelly. but we got them. the last a postie, about 5 foot from me.
Behind us firing, solid regular shooting as the squaddies cut up the Zs as they got into the streets behind us. Aidan tore off with his M16 and we followed, reloading as we ran. we caught the Zs in the flank and brassed them hard to the last freak.
lots of ammo used. lots of slotted Zs.
No losses. No worries.
November 19, 2009
Is it me? Or what? Virus? Spread by bites? Stopped by headshots? are we talking zombies?
November 19, 2009
Just when you thought it was safe to emerge from behind the sofa…….J and the squaddies have returned from Cardiff, laden with ammo and some more SA80s. the problem was that while rooting about in Maindy they found a whole new mob of freaks who just boiled up from basements; they shot their way out but it seems that suddenly the Cardiff area, which seemed clear is busy again.
It looks as if they are not heading our way but instead for Ponty – which is where, according to the Rupert, a whole load of refugees are gathered.
H has a theory – the freaks have some kind of virus, infected by bite. Also, it is fairly plain that shooting them in the head works best, though Tul has pointed out that a kukri does the job too.
So, their seems to be a plan, that we are going to make for Taffs Well or Treforest and try to stop the freaks getting to Pontypridd. The Rupert isnt keen and is muttering about “Colonel Aidan” and what he’ll say. Seems this Aidan bloke is the Headshed of the Rupert’s unit.
We are loading up however and according to J, are going to create a stop line – probably at Hawthorns where the rugby pitches and the main road wil give us a good field of fire. Stan grabbed a Barrett rifle at Maindy and seems keen to find some high ground. As Kar pointed out, its the Valleys so he’s spoilt for choice.
November 16, 2009
Good news, the dogs gave those refugees the OK. Stan is still watching them like a hawk though.
The Rupert got a radio call from his CO – there is a good stock of ammo and guns, in a locked bunker in Maindy. We are the nearest “unit” in any shape to it. J has agreed that we will move in with the Rupert’s guys and lift it, then secure it here until the army proper turns up and asks for it. nicely of course.
This will be useful as Tul says that the Naz lads are pretty good at weapons drill and could use some guns….
J and the guys have just headed out. I’m on stag in 5. just so you know we now are:
J, Stan, Kar, H, Me – all armed
the Naz lads, led by Tul, armed, if the kit arrives
Caerphilly RFC – a bunch of lads with assorted bats, clubs and even a chainsaw…
some people from Taffs Well who arrived this morning
Stone and his dogs
The Rupert and his blokes….
Well, i’m on stag. ta ra.
November 16, 2009
So, it was quiet for a few days, we put out a few patrols on bikes but nothing was stirring. we broke into the Surplus store up the road and took the 24 hour ration packs plus some fleeces and combats, the guys from Naz are all in Belgian Para cammies with big survival knives.
J took the Pinzgauer and a couple of squaddies down towards Cardiff and along the M4; he reappeared with a small van and a guy called Stone – an Airport Policeman from CWA, armed and with two beagles (Charlie & Faulkner) – bomb dogs apparently. seems Stone was able to keep clear of the freaks because the dogs SMELT them. There’s a gang of refugees on the mountain we think, so we can try the dogs on them…….
And meanwhile H is surfing the web, trying to piece together what has happened.