Anno Zombus Year 1 (Book 2): February
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Anno Zombus Year 1 (Book II): February February 12th Year 1 A.Z. morning Once more we faced the horde of Dead at our gates, blasting them to pieces. The only difference was that today we were starting much earlier. More hours of relative daylight meant more dead Dead that couldn't threaten the Living that approached. The snowfall was a little lighter than yesterday's, though the temperature was dropping. So focused were we on slaying the Dead before us that we barely registered the approach ...of Pilot's helicopter until snow was being whipped up around us, rendering visibility almost impossible. I bolted up to the helipad, eager to see my friend Junior once more, followed immediately by The Twin and The Colonel. Firecracker and her miners continued the killing, though the sounds of gunfire and grenades was vastly overshadowed by the noise generated by the whirling rotors. Slowly the blades powered down, the door opening and Junior sprung out, followed by Pilot, the pair of them grinning like idiots. Pilot reported that of the four possibilities he had thought of, three had shown signs of having once had survivors, one group had moved out already, the other two showed no signs other than blood. The fourth place he had suspected as a likely location was bare of the Living, but the Dead roamed in numbers great enough that they dared not risk a landing. Then there had been two other locations they had to scout, that The Smart Couple had assured Pilot survivors still Lived. They had been right on the money, one was an old army depot, know of by few, visited by fewer. That had been overrun with bandits that had fired on the chopper as soon as they had gotten over their shock. The second location, on the other hand, the surviving Living there were friendly, providing us with a radio frequency with which to keep in constant contact with them. They had already taken to calling themselves The Facility, so Pilot, thinking of The Smart Couple, had given our radio callsign as The Think Tank. The Facility, in the caldera of a long dormant volcano, far to the northwest, was already communicating via radio with two other locations, both of which were far out of range of our chopper. noon Junior joined us at the gate on our after lunch mission of slaughter, and despite the cold and the snow, before long we were sweating. Pilot had gone, along with The Colonel, downstairs to confer with The Smart Couple, while the rest of us continued rendering death unto the Dead. Just as I was getting supremely bored with the whole shooting Dead caper, Pilot came running up to me, asking if I wanted to go for a ride with him. I most certainly did! The Colonel was joining us, waiting at the helipad already, our mission, simply distract the Dead hordes closest to the three newcomer groups and lead them away. We flew on a roundabout course to the Dead that were no doubt getting uncomfortably close to the nearest group approaching The Think Tank. Slowly we hovered above them, The Colonel and I taking a few potshots, killing a couple of Dead just to get their attention. Once they realised food was above them, they followed us as we headed away from the Living, drawing the Dead on a course leading behind them. Smart Girl squawked on the choppers radio that everything looks like it's going nicely so far. The second group were in danger of attack from two groups of Dead, a smallish one to their southeast, almost directly in their path, and another larger one north of that. Pilot manouevered the helicopter smoothly above the smaller group, only about fifty or so, and we got their attention, moving northwards to join the two Dead hordes together. This worked brilliantly, as the second, larger group seemed absolutely certain that the first group were following food, so they joined up. As one massive tsunami of Dead, we wrangled them further north, for about two hours, before Pilot turned to the east once more, to try and distract the Dead harassing the third and final group. This was the smallest of the four, only three individuals strong. The radio squawked once again, Smart Girl informing us that the Dead from the first encounter were still following in our wake, as were the others. Smart Guy came on the horn next, saying that one of the three down below was reading a much higher temperature than the other two. He suggested that maybe they had been bitten. Hovering in position for a moment, Pilot asked The Colonel what exactly she wanted to do about this. I told them that if someone had been bitten and hadn't told the other two, they were fucked, but really, we all knew that. “Take her down, we've got to deal with this now. Keep her spinning, though...” The Colonel told him, and he complied, lowering the helicopter smoothly in front of the three startled individuals. The Colonel and I jumped out of the chopper, running up to the trio, to discover that they were sitting around a campfire boiling what appeared to be some stew. It smelled terrible, though, but I suppose I was more used to finer cuisine than that which you find on the road these days. “Welcome, strangers,” The leader of the three, a big, burly, bearded, bear of a man with a voice to match greeted us. Something tickled in the back of my mind, something was not right here. I could tell The Colonel sensed it as well. “Sit with us, have some stew!” We sat with them, across the fire from them, both of us keeping our hands near our weapons. We declined food, as we had eaten not long before we had left, though I had been starting to grow hungry in the chopper. My appetite had swiftly fled once I had smelled their cooking, however. I suddenly hoped I never found out what exactly was in that stew. “Have any of you three been bitten, at all?” The Colonel asked bluntly.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Anno Zombus Year 1 (Book II): February February 12th Year 1 A.Z. morning Once more we faced the horde of Dead at our gates, blasting them to pieces. The only difference was that today we were starting much earlier. More hours of relative daylight meant more dead Dead that couldn't threaten the Living that approached. The snowfall was a little lighter than yesterday's, though the temperature was dropping. So focused were we on slaying the Dead before us that we barely registered the approach ...of Pilot's helicopter until snow was being whipped up around us, rendering visibility almost impossible. I bolted up to the helipad, eager to see my friend Junior once more, followed immediately by The Twin and The Colonel. Firecracker and her miners continued the killing, though the sounds of gunfire and grenades was vastly overshadowed by the noise generated by the whirling rotors. Slowly the blades powered down, the door opening and Junior sprung out, followed by Pilot, the pair of them grinning like idiots. Pilot reported that of the four possibilities he had thought of, three had shown signs of having once had survivors, one group had moved out already, the other two showed no signs other than blood. The fourth place he had suspected as a likely location was bare of the Living, but the Dead roamed in numbers great enough that they dared not risk a landing. Then there had been two other locations they had to scout, that The Smart Couple had assured Pilot survivors still Lived. They had been right on the money, one was an old army depot, know of by few, visited by fewer. That had been overrun with bandits that had fired on the chopper as soon as they had gotten over their shock. The second location, on the other hand, the surviving Living there were friendly, providing us with a radio frequency with which to keep in constant contact with them. They had already taken to calling themselves The Facility, so Pilot, thinking of The Smart Couple, had given our radio callsign as The Think Tank. The Facility, in the caldera of a long dormant volcano, far to the northwest, was already communicating via radio with two other locations, both of which were far out of range of our chopper. noon Junior joined us at the gate on our after lunch mission of slaughter, and despite the cold and the snow, before long we were sweating. Pilot had gone, along with The Colonel, downstairs to confer with The Smart Couple, while the rest of us continued rendering death unto the Dead. Just as I was getting supremely bored with the whole shooting Dead caper, Pilot came running up to me, asking if I wanted to go for a ride with him. I most certainly did! The Colonel was joining us, waiting at the helipad already, our mission, simply distract the Dead hordes closest to the three newcomer groups and lead them away. We flew on a roundabout course to the Dead that were no doubt getting uncomfortably close to the nearest group approaching The Think Tank. Slowly we hovered above them, The Colonel and I taking a few potshots, killing a couple of Dead just to get their attention. Once they realised food was above them, they followed us as we headed away from the Living, drawing the Dead on a course leading behind them. Smart Girl squawked on the choppers radio that everything looks like it's going nicely so far. The second group were in danger of attack from two groups of Dead, a smallish one to their southeast, almost directly in their path, and another larger one north of that. Pilot manouevered the helicopter smoothly above the smaller group, only about fifty or so, and we got their attention, moving northwards to join the two Dead hordes together. This worked brilliantly, as the second, larger group seemed absolutely certain that the first group were following food, so they joined up. As one massive tsunami of Dead, we wrangled them further north, for about two hours, before Pilot turned to the east once more, to try and distract the Dead harassing the third and final group. This was the smallest of the four, only three individuals strong. The radio squawked once again, Smart Girl informing us that the Dead from the first encounter were still following in our wake, as were the others. Smart Guy came on the horn next, saying that one of the three down below was reading a much higher temperature than the other two. He suggested that maybe they had been bitten. Hovering in position for a moment, Pilot asked The Colonel what exactly she wanted to do about this. I told them that if someone had been bitten and hadn't told the other two, they were fucked, but really, we all knew that. “Take her down, we've got to deal with this now. Keep her spinning, though...” The Colonel told him, and he complied, lowering the helicopter smoothly in front of the three startled individuals. The Colonel and I jumped out of the chopper, running up to the trio, to discover that they were sitting around a campfire boiling what appeared to be some stew. It smelled terrible, though, but I suppose I was more used to finer cuisine than that which you find on the road these days. “Welcome, strangers,” The leader of the three, a big, burly, bearded, bear of a man with a voice to match greeted us. Something tickled in the back of my mind, something was not right here. I could tell The Colonel sensed it as well. “Sit with us, have some stew!” We sat with them, across the fire from them, both of us keeping our hands near our weapons. We declined food, as we had eaten not long before we had left, though I had been starting to grow hungry in the chopper. My appetite had swiftly fled once I had smelled their cooking, however. I suddenly hoped I never found out what exactly was in that stew. “Have any of you three been bitten, at all?” The Colonel asked bluntly.
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