Back on the zombie topic:
"At least fifteen or twenty of them; men, women, children. We opened up at seventy, maybe eighty meters. I could see chunks of flesh basting off their bodies. Our rounds were hittting their mark! They kept coming, they just kept coming! I sighted one and let go a full burst from my BXP. I know I snaped his spine, because the man dropped like a leaf. Legs still twitching he kept crawling after me! At twenty meters, we opened up with the Vektor. Nothing! I watched bits of organ and bone blown out their backs. I watched limbs litteraly sawed off at the joints. The SS77 is the best MG ever made, 840 meters per second, 800 rounds per minute, and it wasnt doing a goddamn thing! What grenades we had only downed one of them. One! His mangled body lay motionless with a still snapping head! Josef let go with his RPG. The damn rocket went right through its soft target and took out a rock behind it! Finaly, at five meters, we used the last bit of fuel in the flamethrower! The sons of bitches lit up like torches but just wouldnt stop! One of the grabed Vladimir, setting him on fire as it bit through his neck. I saw the rest of those things surround him as we took off for the jungle, a mob of burning bodies squatting down to tear another screaming human torch apart. Goddamn the devil's mother, what the hell were we supposed to do!?!"
-SERBIAN MERCENARY DURING THE ZAIRIAN CIVAL WAR, 1994
