Getting Into The Flow

"Week 2, day 4. I feel it's important to write today. My platoon is down to half it's original number. We were given new orders over our radios from HQ that we have effectively secured a route inside the city. However the buildings are still an issue. We lost Ice Man and Lil' Jim when we tried to clear our 4th building. The first 3 went off without a hitch. Get in, get 'er done, get out. But this one didn't feel right from the start. We got in and that's when the problems started. Nothing but endless cubicles and desks piled on top of desks. Trees and plants were there too. Which was weird because the undead will eat anything living. Plant life included. Way too many places for Zombies to hide. Ice Man and Lil' Jim volunteered to go first. I guess they were pretty close in all of this because they just took one look at each other and took the first steps. They cleared a good chunk of everything away before it all went to hell. *scoff*
'Damned things can still fly!'
'They're everywhere! Oh my God they're everywhere!'
That's all I heard before I saw hundreds of undead pigeons flying toward us. Ice Man and Lil' Jim were completely covered in almost seconds. We sent an emergency radio dispatch to HQ while we were running away. We managed to get outside and lock the doors behind us. A quick check tells me that we only lost two... The two friends that went in together, and went down together. I'm sad I never got to know them as well as I'd have liked to.
Honestly, this is where I would take a step in my late father's shoes. 'Now son,' he would say to me, ' you know I feel bad about saying it. But there are times in life, where you would lose less by turning a rogue city into a parking lot.' Personally I agree in this instance. It's possible that we eliminate chances of finding survivors in the area, and all the money it would take to rebuild the city... But from what I understand we've already lost 67 troops in this endeavour and we've only found 20-some odd survivors... Numbers like that just don't make sense to me. However the government seldom ever did.'

Excerpt from the battle log of Steven A. Carpenter. Code Named: Reaper.