The Martialist: The Magazine For Those Who Fight Unfairly

The rest of the world was not left untouched by White Fire. European
capitols were overrun by both panicked citizens, and the newly dead
within a week of the first recorded case in the Basque region of Spain.
French troops fired heavy weapons on the streets of Paris, not
discriminating between fleeing refugees and the zombies pursuing them.
On the 10th day of strife, the NATO military command network went off
the air. Small groups of soldiers and scientists moved from place to
place, eluding the ever-growing numbers of the living dead. A U.S. NRO
Keyhole satellite was able to detect real time images of massive fires
in several cities in France, Germany, Denmark and Italy. Italian forces
massed on the islands of Crete and Corfu, which seemed to be relatively
untouched. The remnants of these nations naval fleets were massed in
the area of these islands trying to figure out how to regain control of
a dead continent.

Acting U.S. President Dennis Hastert and his remaining advisors had
fled to the Sea Islands off the coast of South Carolina. The bridges to
these islands were barricaded and anyone who was not 100% healthy was
expelled from the area by force. The initial landings of governmental
representatives were briefly postponed by the appearance of a small
group of undead that stumbled into the landing zone. They were
immediately removed by a pair of Hellfire missiles fired from an Apache
helicopter temporarily based on U.S.S. Ronald Reagan, lying less than a
mile off the coast. An armored Caterpillar D-9 bulldozer immediately
moved in to scrape up the flaming corpses, pushing them into a recently
excavated ditch near the LZ. Two months ago such actions against
American Citizens would be considered genocide, today it is just
necessary.

We see between five and twenty of those bastards per
day.  The night before last I was out on the riverbank with a
couple of the deputies checking out reports of a deceased person, when
one of the dead staggered up the bank side after us. He was dressed in
the uniform of a coal miner. Specifically, the coveralls with the
orange fluorescent stripes on the sides, so  rescuers can find
them if they get lost in an accident down one of the shafts.

The zombie took a swipe at me with a bloody, dead hand from the edge of
the river bank He scared me so bad that I let loose with a 4 round
burst from my M-4 Carbine which. took the top of his head off, He
dropped in the river like a sack of crap. I violated my own rules about
only shooting on semi- automatic. Thing is, this was only the third
zombie I’ve ever shot.  It made a hell of a mess.
Shooting the undead no longer upsets me now. I figure I’m
doing them a favor.

My dad and I have been spending a lot of time monitoring the
radio network in the top floor of the jail. We have about 70 different
frequencies programmed in six different radios. It runs the gambit from
the West Virginia State Police network to the common channels
sheriff’s offices tend to share across the state. We also
have the statewide emergency operations channel that is used by
disaster recovery teams. Every time we hear someone on the radio use
their unit number, we flip through lists to try and figure out who they
are and where they are.  So far, I have heard police and fire
units from several parts of the state, mostly from the more mountainous
areas where only the goats and mountain men go. Some of the signals are
stronger than others, and some of them we can actually get to answer us
back. It seems as though it is easier to get them at night than during
the day.

One of them, a state trooper with call sign DPS 642, who said
he was from the Spencer detachment said they were doing ok, but wished
for a way to kill the zombies en mass, came on. Spencer is situated on
top of a hill, and thus easy to defend. They were able to block the
roads and keep the infestation to a minimum. A group of guardsmen from
the Spencer Armory were able to get their vehicles up and going and
dealt with some major problems that way. According to 642, one of the
guard teams let loose with a chain gun from their Bradley Fighting
Vehicle and turned a group of 50 zombies into mist. They also lured a
crowd of the deadies into a building and leveled it with 4 TOW
missiles. Sounds like a well-motivated crew. The prospect of becoming
zombie crap can focus one’s mind on survival, I guess.

One of our groups made a speed run down the interstate into
Charleston yesterday, and reported this interesting incident. 
They were parked on one of the mountains overlooking downtown
Charleston, and watched at least one battle. It looks as if someone has
taken back Yeager Airport, which also overlooks the city. One can see
military aircraft take off and land from the airport on an irregular
basis. These are mostly C-130s along with A-10 close support aircraft
on occasion.  One of the Warthogs dropped low over Laidley
Field and fired a long burst from its Gatling gun at something in or
around the field. The scouts just assumed it had to be a crowd of the
undead, because they didn’t see any explosions of any sort
from the attack.

On the way back home, on U.S. 119 south, the scouts spotted a large
four-engine transport plane circling over the worksite for the new
regional airport. All of a sudden, according to the guys, the plane
disgorged a large canister, the size of a car, with a drag chute on the
end. At about 100 feet or so off the ground, the package exploded,
making a fireball the size of a nuclear mushroom cloud. This was about
15 miles west of their position, but they saw it all. Their radiation
detectors didn’t pick up any sort of fallout, so the scouts
assumed it was a Daisy Cutter or one of the new MOAB bombs the USAF
designed before the shit hit the fan.

I was in
the radio room, which was 30 miles from there, and even I heard it. In
fact, it shook the windows. This tells me two things. The hordes are
closer to us than we thought, and there is someone out there helping us
to take our state back. Pray for them, they will need it.

Oh, and another thing. For some reason, the satellite phones still seem
to work. So, if you can get one, and get it working, you should be able
to start a communications network. Check the cellular phone stores,
they are starting to sell them. I mean, it’s cheap now, who
is left alive to send you a bill?