A glimmer in a world of zombies [act 1][earth chapter]

Chapter 28: The Battle for Mexico City part 1

Earth – Mexico City International Airport

The B-52 Stratofortress roared over the ruined skyline of Mexico City, its massive frame casting a shadow over the deserted streets below.

Inside the cockpit, Pops gripped the controls with the precision of a seasoned pilot, guiding the massive aircraft toward the cracked, debris-covered airstrip ahead.

Sam, standing behind him, checked his rifle. “You sure you can land this thing?”

Pops grinned. “Boy, I could land this with one hand while eatin’ a damn Snowball.”

Dan, sitting in the co-pilot seat, muttered, “This is either going to be awesome or a fireball of death.”

Trixie groaned. “Trixie votes against fireball of death.”

Starlight, gripping her seat, muttered, “Here we go…”

Touchdown

With incredible skill, Pops brought the B-52 down, the wheels screeching as they hit the runway.

The plane bounced once, metal groaning—

Then settled smoothly as Pops slammed the brakes.

They slowed to a stop, dust and debris billowing around them.

Dan exhaled. “Holy shit. We survived.”

Pops chuckled. “Told ya.”

Sam turned toward the cargo area. “Alright, unload everything. We need to be ready.”

Then—

A deep, horrific growl echoed through the air.

The Horde Arrives

From the ruins of the city, thousands of infected emerged, swarming the airstrip.

Eyes glowing red, mouths foaming, bodies mutated beyond reason.

Trixie gasped. “How many are there?!”

Sam reloaded his rifle. “A hell of a lot.”

Dan cracked his knuckles. “Bring it on.”

The Battle Begins

The horde charged, a tidal wave of rotting flesh and inhuman shrieks.

Sam and Pops opened fire, mowing down the front lines.

Trixie and Starlight unleashed their magic, barriers and energy blasts tearing through the undead.

Dan mounted the minigun, the barrels spinning to life—

“BURN, YOU UGLY FREAKS!”

*BRRRRRRRRRRT!*

A storm of bullets shredded the undead, bodies collapsing in heaps—but more kept coming.

“THERE’S TOO MANY!” Starlight yelled.

Then—

A new sound filled the air.

A distant roar.

Like thunder mixed with death.

Apache Attack Helicopter – Unidentified Savior

From the north, a black Apache attack helicopter came thundering toward them, guns blazing.

*BRRRRRRRRT!*

The chain gun ripped through the horde, turning dozens of zombies to paste.

Then—

ROCKETS FIRED.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*

Explosions tore through the undead ranks, sending limbs flying.

Dan whooped, laughing. “HELL YEAH! GET SOME!”

Sam narrowed his eyes, watching the Apache pilot.

The figure was helmeted, clad in full military gear, but no markings were visible.

“Who the hell is that?” Sam muttered.

Trixie, still blasting zombies, gasped. “Do we even care?!”

Pops grinned. “Somebody up there likes us.”

The Apache swooped low, guns still blazing—

Then, as the last of its ammo was spent, it peeled away, heading toward a distant military base.

“Looks like they’re goin’ to reload,” Pops muttered.

Dan grinned. “Hope they come back.”

Sam reloaded. “Doesn’t matter. We still got 800 freaks to deal with.”

Dan grabbed his flamethrower, stepping forward.

“Then let’s clear the runway.”

To Be Continued…