Free The Event (Book 1): Survival by Lee Thomas Page A

and headed for my quarters. I quickly got dressed in my armor and weapons and headed back up to the flight deck. The pilots were both almost done with their preflight checks, and the fuel teams were just pulling away. Jeff came out and intercepted me.
                  "The wall is holding. They are congregating to the north, halfway between the intersection and beach." Jeff said. The intersection was where the highway crossed over the road the wall ran on. We had destroyed the overpass to prevent them from just walking over the wall, and we had a gate there.
    “I’m still going to help. Radio me with any updates." I told him. He just nodded at me, even though I could tell he disagreed with me. I slipped my helmet on, tested my radio, and motioned to the pilots to start the engines. Both choppers wound up as the rescue crew and two teams of guards came pouring out of the tower to load up. We all climbed onto the choppers and took off as soon as the engines were ready.
                  Flying over the base, I couldn't really see the damage from the hurricane as the sun had set half an hour ago. We turned our spotlights on as we approached the broken area. The UV lamps were going, which was keeping the mutants at bay, but the mindless didn't mind them much, so they kept coming. We flew over them with spotlights shining, drawing their attention away from the wall.
                  Forty yards away from the wall, we started dropping flares to draw their attention away. The guards started firing, taking them out one by one. The mutants kept themselves under cover, away from the UV lamps in the buildings across the highway that lay right outside the wall. Since we were flying back and forth over those buildings, we didn't really have a clear shot on them. Hopefully the snipers inside the wall did. If not, we would go down and clear them out on foot. Not a fun prospect, but our armor had been tested before, and clearly prevented bites.
                  I signaled for a cable drop on one of the rooftops with a fire escape to the ground. I and one of the teams hooked up and lowered down. As soon as we were unhooked and the cables clear, the chopper resumed the back and forth pattern. It was loud with all the gunfire, which was sure to draw more to the area, but hopefully we could clear this group out and repair any damage before that happened. The second team was dropped on a similar rooftop and began coming down to meet us.
                  With two men on either side of the ladder providing cover, we climbed down to the ground. The men formed a protective arc around me, even as I tried to become part of it. I couldn't get it out of their heads to stop that. We stayed in the parking lot of whatever business this used to be, making our stand here.
                  We fought, and moved, the snipers in the towers thinning the herd before they got to us. We picked off the rest without too much effort, but we were all still tired and sweating by the time we made it to the gate. I heard the sound from the attack chopper only seconds before I registered the sound of it coming towards us. We all hit the ground as the choppers guns lit up, bullets plowing into the street in front of us, tearing limbs from the infected, exploding heads, and clearing a path for us to the gate.
                  Several of the guards had run out of bullets by then, and were using the bayonets on the rifles, or backup swords. We formed a circle, to watch all sides, and moved as quickly as possible towards the gate. Once we made it, the outer gate opened, allowing us entrance to the sully port, a fenced in area used to prevent things from slipping into an open gate. It was basically an airlock for fences.
                  The outer gate trundled back shut, and we picked off the few infected that made it in with us. Once we were clear, the inner gate opened, and we entered the