After several more attempts, it too started. The three soldiers pulled on the engine start cords and all but one instantly fired up. She collapsed with a grunt and a fart of fetid gas. "Light 'em up fellas!" Shaggy yelled and brought his HK up to take a wayward zombie out (a previous hooker it would seem, judging from the torn fish-net hose and partially removed miniskirt) with a quick shot to the head. He immediately broke the heating element glass packs inside them and retreated back toward the LZ. Without being told, Sergeant "Shaggy" Shagkowski moved to the center of the triangle pattern and began to stake the pheromone packs into the ground to keep them from being picked up by one of the dead. That was the plan, but Jackson felt a chill go down his spine. The dead were starting to converge on his position. Several shots from Jackson's flank rang out as one of his men dropped a zombie with a quick burst. With 15 feet on each side of the column, the span of reach was more then enough to cause serious damage. Threaded through the center column of the lawn mower shaft where the blade used to rest, 30 feet of razor wire flopped and uncoiled. After the poles were firmly embedded into the ground, the plastic covers were unhooked from the spool of wire that bounced on either side of the engines. The sharpened ends of each steel pole were driven deeper by several hard pounds with a sledgehammer. The sharp crack of the 50-cal firing only helped to emphasize Jackson's point.
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