CHAPTER 5 THE LEIPZIG MILE
The slides deploy with an almost sudden quickness. Upon immediately reaching the ground, the first four passengers of the plane descend down the slides with their weapons propped over their chests securely.
The dead, whom are formed in a massive mob feasting on the bodies of the previously deceased at the front of the plane, do not notice them at the moment while they continue to tear into the flesh of their long awaited meal.
Upon hitting the tarmac, Ringo immediately lowers himself to a prone supported position as he deploys his bipod legs for precision targeting on his M249 SAW.
Christopher follows behind him. Once he hits the pavement, he quickly takes a knee and signals the rest of the passengers.
Trevor and Price landed on the opposite side of the plane, who are on the same side of the aircraft where the dead continue to tear into the dead soldiers.
Trevor begins talking to himself at this point while adrenaline is flowing through his veins.
Price looks up at him as he is kneeling and aiming down the sight of his rifle as he observes in confusion.
Trevor throws up his signal as well. Passengers aboard the flight began funneling out in pairs as they enter the ground level where they instantly take off in a dead sprint in the opposite direction of the aircraft.
All of them are running for the fence line. Some medical staff and flight crew attempt to keep up the pace with the rest of the group. In effect, many begin stumbling over each other or tripping face first into the tarmac. These passengers fall way behind the military members in the lead as the embassy staff in their business suits, who were in the very back, pass them up without lifting a finger for help.
Christopher notices this.
“I think one of them sprained their ankles.”
Ringo looks back over his shoulder after comfortably resting his head on the butt stock of his weapon to observe the incident. He says nothing.
"Hurry the hell up. Damn it, come on move it," Trevor whispers below his breath as he anxiously looks back up to the plane making sure all of his men made it off.
Arthur comes sliding down as well with his Beretta 9mm pistol propped up in the air with one hand. Once he hits the ground, he approaches Trevor and Price in an attempt to assist them in pulling security.
The last Airman to slide off apparently did not have positive control over his weapon. As he slid down, he lost control of his rifle as it landed on the pavement before he did.
Upon smacking into the tarmac, a negligent discharge followed. After the loud thunderous pop was heard, Ringo noticed the trajectory of the round impact into the center of the hungry mob who were engaged in a feeding frenzy. As a result, this mishap draws the dead’s undivided attention.
Ringo instantly opens fire with his machine gun in the direction of the mob. Many of them, with guts and limbs still dangling from their jawlines, abandon their meals in order to move towards the source of the noise. The ones who resided on the outer edges of the mob, obviously neglected from gouging into any meaty portions of the devoured deceased, decided to pick up a sprint towards Ringo and the obvious fresh meals that await.
This sends many into an instant panic as they look back and notice the mob have drawn their attention on the plane.
Ringo increases his rate of fire.
Christopher quickly pulls the Airman up off the pavement and hands him back his rifle.
"Move it!" he yells.
"Hurry up man!" Reagal yells to Hunter whom as they attempt to push towards the rear exits of the plane with the pilot.
They are the last to hop off.
As the men descend down the slide, the loud and intense sound of gunfire fills their eardrums.
Reagal slides off the end landing on his back. Trevor and Price help him up as Arthur begins opening fire with his pistol in the direction of the horde.
"Get that guy up! We got to go!" Arthur yells.
Hunter and the pilot come out on Christopher's side. Upon hitting the tarmac Hunter instantly kneels beside Ringo and takes aim.
"Everybody is off! Let’s go!" Reagal yells to Trevor.
The four pick up and head over to Ringo and Christopher's side of the plane on the way out. Arthur continues to expend his magazine as he runs with Trevor.
Ringo lays waste with his weapon. Dropping attackers one by one in rows as his high volume of fire proves effective. However, there are too many to count. He will run out of ammo before he drops all of them.
Christopher is now engaging beside Ringo in the kneeling position. Hunter is right beside him frantically opening fire as well. That is when the others approach them. Trevor quickly slaps the back of their helmets signaling them to join them on a dead sprint for the fence line.
Ringo quickly picks up and collapses his bipod. He swings his 200 round drum off the weapon to the ground and goes into his pouch attached to his flick to load another. He does this while he is on the move.
"Where the hell did everyone else go," Ringo screams as he follows behind the men.
A terrified Reagal responds.
"They are so far ahead! Oh yeah, sure, we'll cover all of you! No problem," he states with loud and breathless sarcasm.
"Shut the hell up!" Christopher yells.
The men are beginning to lose their breath as they continue to sprint across the tarmac in order to catch up with the rest of the group.
Some members of the group up ahead can be seen up slowing down and tripping over themselves once again. Many of them appear to be out of shape.
One of the women whom sprained her ankle, is now being carried on one arm by a female Air Force member who wrapped the woman’s arm around her shoulder for assistance. She is desperately trying to assist her towards the fence as the woman hops on one leg and frantically cries out in terror.
The dead are quickly gaining ground on the them. The group occasionally turns around to open fire in the direction of the horde only dropping a minor amount of assailants.
Price notices the Air Force Members up ahead now across the tarmac and hopping over the fence line. Some of them end up getting caught in the barbed wire erected at the top.
As the men continue to sprint as hard as they can, they now end up passing some of the group members who lagged behind.
Trevor stops and offers assistance to both of the struggling women, when suddenly; the Air Force Member stops and sets her down on the pavement.
“I’m sorry, I can’t do this. Please help her,” the woman says as she looks Trevor in the eyes with shame as she takes off running towards safety.
The lady on the ground sheds hardened tears as she puts her hand up in the air for assistance towards the back of the person who just abandoned her. Trevor looks back as he notices the rest of his squad still moving up without even noticing that he is present.
The desperate woman then turns to Trevor for help and pleading with him. Without thinking, Trevor quickly lifts her up and places her in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. Her immense weight slows him down greatly as he begins running towards the fence.
At this point, Christopher and the rest of the group pass the other civilian passengers of the plane. Many who have just given up and continue to walk in order to catch their breaths.
"Don't walk you dumb bastards! They're right behind us," Christopher yells while struggling for air as he passes them.
"Got to keep moving," Hunter yells to them as he quickly passes them by.
As a result, their frustrations get the better of them as they throw up their arms in defiance and sheer exhaustion.
Trevor continues to struggle on one painful thrust of his leg at a time with the fearful woman above his shoulders. As he moves, she begins chanting and crying louder at the sight behind her which sends her into a state of panic.
As a result, she begins shifting around and kicking above Trevor. He struggles to maintain his group while keeping up his pace.
Moments later, Trevor passes the hopeless civilians who gave up. Nothing is said as they stare at each other as he runs by them paying them no mind.
As Christopher and the rest of the men grow closer to the fence line, it now appears that all of the Air Force members are over the top. The few who are armed, turn around in the group's direction still on the runway and poke their barrels through the pockets of metallic fence. They use this as a makeshift platform to engage the hungry mob behind the survivors.
Eleven of them open fire from across the run way towards the mob. In effect, some of the rounds fly by Trevor and his group almost hitting Ringo and Hunter.
Shortly after, Ringo trips over himself, with all of the weight he is carrying including his husky M249 SAW. He lands face first into the tarmac.
"Holy shit, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE FUCKING SHOOTING!" yells Reagal towards the shooters. None of them appear to hear him as they continue to engage. More rounds fly by the desperate men.
Hunter yells back to them as well while Price and Christopher turn back around to help Ringo up off the ground. That is when Arthur notices how far behind Trevor is. He also notices what he is carrying.
"You alright man? You good?" yells Hunter.
"Yeah, I am alright let's keep moving," states Ringo in a calm voice as he reaches for his machine gun on the ground.
Arthur quickly stops the men and informs them of the situation. Once they notice this, everyone with the exception of Hunter picks up a sprint back towards Trevor’s direction to offer assistance. Hunter stands there in confusion while deciding on what he should do.
When Trevor notices this, he begins yelling at them.
“TURN YOUR ASSES BACK AROUND! I GOT THIS! YOU HEAR ME?”
All of them stop with terrified looks on their faces.
“This man is fucking crazy,” Arthur states.
“You don’t know the half of it, he beats me,” jokes Reagal as he shakes his head realizing that this is a death sentence.
“Come on, you heard what he said. Let’s go back and hop the fence so we can provide cover fire,” Christopher orders. The men follow suite without question. Once they turn back around towards the fence, they notice Hunter standing there up ahead.
“Enough with the fucking jokes Reagal,” Christopher orders in anger as they continue running.
It now appears the fall outs behind Trevor have picked up their pace as they notice the dead gaining ground on them. Some of them have already fell too far behind as dozens surrounded the doomed men and women as they consumed them. Their screams can be heard across the run way.
The group continues to move as they now positioned themselves off-set to the Airmen's suppressive fire.
Moments go by while the dead continue to pick up their pace, obviously realizing what their food intend to do in order to escape.
Once they reach the fence line, some of the Air Force members change their positions and continue to fire so they are not in the way of Christopher and his group trying to jump over.
All of them, almost at the same time, instantly toss their assault packs and rifles over the fence. The equipment quickly lands onto the grass on the other side.
A disoriented Ringo, appearing injured from his fall, goes to toss his M249 SAW over the fence line, only to hit the top edge of the fence. As a result, his weapon comes crashing down to the tarmac.
Christopher notices Ringo's attempt to get his weapon over. He quickly runs up to Ringo and tosses it for him. The weapon flies over the fence on his first try.
Ringo shakes his head as he begins to climb the tall fence line along with Reagal, Hunter, Price, Christopher and Arthur.
The rest of Trevor's men are now over the fence line and into the tall green grass along with their Air Force counter parts when they notice Trevor slowly moving up to the fence. The apparent look of exhaustion overcomes his face.
A few moments pass by until Trevor finally reaches the edge of the fence with the lady above him. He instantly falls to the pavement attempting to catch his breath. The injured woman goes instantly tumbling off him as a result landing on her ribs. She cries out in painful screeches.
"You got to climb!" yells Christopher from the other side of the fence as he picks up his weapon and begins firing through the pockets.
At that point, Trevor’s breathing is immensely heavy and erratic. He struggles to stand on his own as the exhaustion he endured overcomes him.
With a sense of urgency, as gunfire goes off around him, he grabs the woman and desperately attempts to pick her up in order to make her climb the fence.
Once he lets go of her, he quickly slings his weapon onto his back and begins climbing. A few seconds of ascending the metallic obstacle, he realizes that the woman had released her grip of the fence as she could not support her body weight due to her rib cage striking the tarmac with such velocity and force.
Trevor instantly hops down and approaches her side without regard for himself.
“I can’t do it. It hurts too much. Please don’t leave me,” the woman says while overcame with sadness and fear. Trevor remains silent as he looks over her towards the plane.
Glaring at the dead, realizing those people he just passed up earlier are no more and the thought of his family places him in a nostalgic state. The thought of possible death comforted him at that moment as he believed it may be the quickest way to his family. The dead are now less than fifty yards away from them.
He does not want to leave her. Nobody should die alone like this, not even his worst enemy. He wants to stay as he remains in a state of acceptance and calm. He now looks back towards the woman and stares her right in the eyes as he brushes her cheek with his dirty fingers comforting her and wiping her tears away.
The woman stares back into the eyes of Trevor. Realizing, as the sad man looks into her eyes, she is now somebody else. Maybe a loved one such as his child or his wife. This comforts her as she prepares herself for death.
Seconds later, he snaps out of it as he hears Christopher’s voice calling him.
“You got to fucking leave her man! You have to!”
Trevor instantly snaps up at the familiar sound of Christopher’s voice calling to him. Trevor looks back and sees his men firing through the pockets of the fence. Christopher has his face up against it in a desperate attempt to convince him to jump and just leave her.
After a moment of this, Trevor looks back down at the doomed woman he tried to save. He knows she needs him. His men also need him. At that point, he decides to do the only thing he can.
She looks back up to him teary eyed. Everything about her face convinces him to stay with her and hold her until it is all over.
That as when he reaches back for his rifle. Once he does this, he aims it point blank between her eyes as he stands over her. Her beautiful bright blue eyes, instantly turn away from him as she refuses to look back into the bottom of the barrel.
“I am sorry,” Trevor says to the woman in a broken saddened voice.
She does not respond.
He pulls the trigger.
Everyone at this point ceases their fire and look on at what Trevor has done. They remain silent as well.
Trevor slings his weapon back around and hops the fence as he quickly hoists his body up one reach and grip at a time.
The dead hit the fence line right below his feet just inches away. They desperately attempt to reach for his feet as they scream and yearn for his flesh.
Everyone else rips their barrels from their supported positions and back up into the grass with caution at the gruesome close up sight of hundreds of semi-living corpses. They glare at the group with senseless rage as they shake the fence frantically. Many begin biting the chain link fence in an attempt to get through. The dead who were in the lead, instantly hop onto the recently executed woman and tear into her flesh without mercy. The sight of her is drowned out by the swarming bodies.
The majority of them however, shake the fence line with horrendous strength, almost throwing Trevor clean off as he struggles to hold on and ascend one pull at a time.
Once he reaches the top and wiggles through the wire, he jumps off while landing right into the grass feet first. Moments later, Reagal and Price help him up asking him if he was okay.
"My barrel stabbed my leg," Trevor responds in a broken voice as if he was holding back tears.
"Hey guys! This fence won't hold out forever, we need to get the hell out of here!" Arthur states to the rest of the group.
"Right," Trevor responds as he gathers himself.
Arthur, Trevor and his men along with eleven other remaining survivors, quickly move down the grassy hill towards the freeway adjacent to the runway where the dead reside.
As far as the eye can see, they notice parts of the city of Leipzig off into the distance ablaze. In addition, the freeway is littered with abandoned European cars. Some have been burned out as corpses inside the cabs are noticeable even at this distance from the freeway.
The group silently makes their way to the freeway in order to find their new ride. Nobody knows exactly where they will be headed and none of them really care at this point. All of them are content with just being off that plane and out of harm's way for the time being.
Trevor still remains in shock at what he had just done.
Once the eighteen of them are off the grass and begin walking down the pavement of the freeway, all of them spread out on both sides of the road in a staggered like formation. As they walk, they closely inspect each vehicle for any signs of life or death.
"We just ran the Leipzig Mile brothers," Reagal boasts to Price and the rest of the men from his squad in the general area; somehow still finding room for humor in a somewhat desperate situation.
"Always with the jokes," Christopher responds.
"Let's make it a point not to ever run the Leipzig Mile ever again," a winded Price adds.
Apparently, it seems to Trevor that his men are growing colder to death as the days go by. None of them seem to be phased or bothered by what he had just done. This bothers him in silence as he continues to walk with his head turned away from his soldiers. He does not want them to see the water filling up his eye sockets.
At that point, one of the Airmen in the lead, throws up his hand signaling everyone to stop.
"Hey people! I see something off in the distance! Looks like five mini-vans. Better get down!"
Everyone takes a knee behind a disabled vehicle at that point quickly reacting to the Airman's report.
Trevor stands there with Christopher as they stare at each other for a moment.
"Hey, we need to flag these assholes down," Christopher tells his squad leader.
"Yup, already on it," Trevor responds as he jogs to the center of the road placing his arms up in the air as he slings his weapon across his chest.
Trevor fights to forget about the execution. It takes every ounce of strength in his body to hold back and not break down.
Trevor remains in the center of the road as he begins yelling towards the vehicles to stop. The vehicles grow closer and closer by the passing seconds.
"Hey Sergeant, you think this is a good idea?" asks Reagal from the other side of a vehicle as he leans up against it while on a knee.
"What other option do we have son?"
Reagal places his head down as he props his rifle up to his shoulder preparing himself for whatever may come.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing? Get the hell down, we don't know these people!" yells a nervous Airman who is hiding behind the wreckage of a dump truck as he stares at Trevor.
"Mind your damn business. We dead in the water out here," Trevor counters.
The men inside the vehicles now notice the armed man standing in the middle of the freeway wearing an American Military uniform attempting to flag them down.
“Imhoff, do you see what I see? Who is this?”
“Yeah, I see him. Looks like an American soldier,” Imhoff replies to his driver.
“What should we do?”
Imhoff orders his driver to halt. The convoy slows down before coming to an apparent halt.
"Oh shit, I don't like the looks of this. Trevor, get down man," Christopher calls out to his squad leader as he now positions himself back behind a vehicle.
"Screw that. We got nowhere to go. This is the only way man," Trevor angrily yells back to Christopher as he continues to wave and yell towards the convoy.
"Do you think we're about to get into a firefight?" Hunter eagerly asks one of the Airmen that he is positioned near. The Airman gives him an awkward look as if Hunter was deranged.
"Let’s go talk to these Americans," Han's responds over the radio after being informed of the multiple men Imhoff and his driver spotted hiding behind the vehicles near the man.
The convoy begins moving again. Trevor now places his arms down after realizing he has become noticed. Now feeling wary, he positions his firing hand just over his grip keeping his finger close to the trigger.
He does not know what to expect.
"Here they come, stay cool guys," Trevor advises.
The mysterious convey slowly approaches Trevor. Once it becomes in plain sight of him, he notices remnants of bullet holes on the hoods of their vehicles and into the bullet proof windows. As he gets a clearer view, he realizes these aren't just ordinary survivors.
He notices the helmets and the German flag positioned over their chests. The passenger in the lead vehicle has a portable headset on with a microphone placed up against his mouth, realizing they have communication with each other.
He cannot make out the bottom of their faces as it is covered in black.
The convoy is now right up to the edge of Trevor's feet as he waves greeting them. That is when he notices a single man in the back of the convey open his passenger side door and proceed to step out.
The man wears an all-black military style uniform, same as his counter parts. He dons a black tactical vest with a signature GSG-9 style helmet. Slung across his chest is a H&K G36C assault rifle. The man approaches Trevor in a non-aggressive demeanor.
The rest of Trevor's group remains behind cover.
Once Hans is a foot away from Trevor, he asks him a question in German.
"Say again? I don't speak the language," replies Trevor.
"Thought so," Hans replies.
"Thank god you speak English. Hey, as you can see, me and my boys here are in a bit of a bind."
"I noticed. Need a ride? We got room."
"Hell yeah, where are you boys headed?" Trevor asks.
"MS Deuschland in Hamburg, It's our way out of here."
Everyone decides to come out of cover at this point following Christopher and Reagal's lead.
"We need all the armed support we can get. From here to Hamburg is very dangerous," Hans goes on to add.
Reagal now appears curious as to the men's vehicles and gear.
"Are you guys SWAT or something?" Reagal ignorantly asks.
Hans begins chuckling as he stares the kid down. Hans is an older fellow with apparent scars running across his face which he never talks to anyone about.
"We are the GSG-9, Germany's elite counter-terrorism unit. We are not SWAT."
Reagal feels stupid at this point.
"Damn bro, I could told you that. Dumb ass," Price exerts.
Reagal gives Price the middle finger.
Now after witnessing the American service members exposing themselves and dropping their guard, Han's GSG-9 members decide to hop out their vehicles as well and shake hands with the rest of the men.
Some of them begin exchanging cigarettes and some candy bars while Hans continues to introduce himself to Trevor. None of the other members of both groups can understand each other as a language barrier is present.
Moments later Imhoff approaches Hans from his side.
"We aren't taking these Yankees, are we?"
Trevor does not understand the man, however, he understood the word Yankee. Trevor smiles at the man as a result.
"Yeah we are. The more help the better. We don't know what we face on the way to Steinwerder," Hans replies in German.
Imhoff gives him a cold stare as a result.
Trevor stands there observing in awkward silence.
"Besides, it would be a crime to leave these allies of Germany out here to die, would it not?" Hans asks Trevor in English as he pats a delighted Trevor on the shoulder.
Trevor along with the rest of his squad nod their heads in agreement with puppy like eyes.
Now relieved, Trevor shakes the man's hand as an angered Imhoff walks off back to his vehicle.
"My name is Hans. What is yours might I ask? You are obviously their leader, no?"
"Just call me Trevor man. Yeah I suppose so. Where do you want us?"
"You can do four per vehicle Mr. Trevor," Hans replies.
"Make sure you ride with me, we have many things to discuss while on the road. It will be a four hour drive."
"Sounds like a plan Hans. We appreciate it greatly!"
Hans shakes it off as he walks up to his men to update them on the situation as they joke around with the Americans. Trevor calls his group over to him and advises every one of the situation.
Many ask questions as Trevor attempts to answer all of them to the best of his ability. In the end, they were getting a ride to a cruise liner which is escaping the country. Good enough for them at the moment. Trevor also explains the seating arrangements.
Arthur and Christopher decide to ride with Trevor and Hans. The rest funnel in to any vehicles they can with their new German friends.
Once everyone is loaded up, the convoy takes off. Moments after moving out, they notice the mob which they just escaped from not too long ago still shaking the fence line and screaming for them as they pass by.
end chapter 5