look around through the battleground and found an opening.
"Over there!" Jake shouted, pointing to a small gap near the south gate.
"It'll do!" Miller replied. "That's our window and it's closing fast! Everyone fall in!"
The mixed squad ran to the small hole that was a few yards away from the south gate. Some were tackled and devoured by the undead. The gate was infested with zombies, so the squad had to crawl through the hole. Jake went through it first while the others gave him covering fire. Once Jake made it to the other side, he gave covering fire so Miller could crawl through. Miller then assisted Jake in giving covering fire for another soldier to crawl through. Each one that made it through gave covering fire for the next guy.
Corporal Jeremy Polanski was the last to crawl through the space. As he was crawling, a zombie grabbed his feet and proceeded to drag him back. Stewart and Lancaster gave covering fire while Jake, Miller and the others tried pulling Polanski through the hole. More zombies grabbed on to Polanski's feet, and it soon became a game of tug-o-war with Polanski's life. While the soldiers were pulling on to Jeremy, he started screaming in pain. The zombies were not only pulling him back through the hole, but they were also feasting on his entire lower body that was still on their side of the opening. It was getting harder and harder to try to pull Jeremy out of that hole. Polanski was in excruciating pain.
Suddenly, Jeremy stopped screaming, and the tension broke. The soldiers fell back as Polanski flew and landed on Jake. His entire lower body was completely severed. Some of his intestines were laying on the floor, and his lifeless body was twitching. Jake shuffled back away from Polanski's corpse, holding every bit of bile back.
Miller picked up Jake. "On your feet, Sailor!" he ordered. "We have to keep moving if we're gonna make it to Portsmouth alive!"
The remaining soldiers started making a run for Portsmouth.
"Let's light these bastards up!" Miller shouted.
Everyone started to open fire as they ran into the city, passing every corner and street. As the soldiers sprinted block after block, some zombies would tackle the men that would grow weary.
“Don’t stop!” Miller ordered. “Keep on pushing through! We gotta get to Portsmouth!”
After passing through the tunnel in Downtown Norfolk and fighting onslaught after onslaught, Jake, Miller, Arnold, Matthew, and Brandon were the only men left, and they were still under heavy attack. They were close to running out of ammo from all the three burst and automatic firing.
The group arrived at the shipyard in Portsmouth, but it was already overrun. Jake saw two Black-hawks at the top of a building that was close to a hundred yards away from them. One was carrying Cassandra, Dylan, and Jake's squad. The other Black-hawk was for Jake and the rest of his remaining team. The only thing staggering in the way were dozens of undead.
The group flipped their