TJ stood with his rifle at low ready. His helmet was pushed back out of his eyes, it’s tan desert camo matched his tan rifle. The National Guard had been rolled out to quell the rioting in the streets. Tj hadn’t seen shit.

“Hey! Shitbrick McGee!”

What in the hell sort of attention seeker was that? TJ turned to look at his commanding officer who was perched on top of the tank he was standing in front of. “Yes, sir!”
“You see any riots or looting?”

“No, sir!”

“Neither do I. Neither do I…”

“Then why are we here, sir?”

“Impending doom? Stopping people that have the illness? I’m not sure, son. But here we will remain until the orders that come down say we can go. I’m hoping for a quick release.  I want to get my leave started. I have a nice beach to lay on and drinks to have.”

“Sounds like a good time, sir.” He nodded and went back to staring down the empty street, streetlights making pools of vellow on the street in intervals. A shadow darted across from one building to the next.

TJ squinted his eyes, trying to see. He slowly reached up and hit his radio. “Anyone else see that?”

Suddenly a chorus of shouts ran out. “Contact front!” “I don’t see it!” “Shit there are so many!”

TJ swept his rifle left and right, trying to find a target, but he couldn’t– There. In the light, he could see them now.

It was a huge group of civilians, their clothes blood stained and some not in anything at all. They were sprinting, shambling, and moaning their way down to them. Then there were the children. Their inhuman shrieks filled the night.
“Stop! Hands up!” Was shouted several times before someone’s trembling finger let a round loose. It struck a kid in the head, dropping it. The single shot caused a large volley of shots, their commanding officer was on the radio telling them to hold their fire, but the shots kept coming and the civilians continued falling. 

Soon, there was a barrier of bodies maybe fifty feet from them spanning the ross and sidewalk. A civilian jumped on one of the men to the left, the last one on the line and bit hard into his hand, ripping a chunk of flesh out and chewing. The shots started again.

All of the men shot until there was nothing left in their guns or of their bodies.