“They're coming again” screamed Sarge.
“I see 'em” replied Balls. Taking aim with her rifle, Balls takes out the lead and then a hail of bullets from the others takes out the rest.
“Nice work” screamed Sarge once more. Sarge being the kind of guy he is, he believes that anything said in a scream or shout is vastly more important than the same words spoken at a normal level. “We move out now, still three more sectors to go till night fall” he bellowed.
Sarge, followed by Balls, Creamy and PG head on over to the pile of dead and much holed bodies.
The four make up half of an elite task force set with clearing Deadsley of its current infestation. The infestation of which is of the living dead. Since the early 2100s there have been intermittent reports of zombie appearances throughout the world.
Task forces were created to quarantine a town by the building of huge walls to surround the area. Then another equally highly trained unit would be sent in to eradicate the nuisance with as little collateral damage as possible, as per strict instructions that read along the lines of: Don't Blow Anything Up.
This unit was Sarge's unit.
Sarge was a big gruff man, roughly six feet in height. But if you asked him he'd say six feet three, because he's that kind of guy.
Balls got her name for the fact that she has balls in the figurative, the bitch will do anything for a kill.
Creamy got his name for he is an albino, naturally more accustomed to working in the dark, he always dons special goggles to aid his vision beyond that of normal parameters, he is the scout of the group.
Last but no means least is PG, who is neither a he or a she but merely an it. A very expensive, state-of-the-art, mostly buggy it. A robot of superhuman strength and ability. Still in the testing stages and not much use in his present state, but, they keep him along for for the fact that he can't be eaten easily – bait.
The group reach the fallen bodies, nothing special about these, just your average zombies. Now, you have your movie zombies, the living dead raised from the grave for whatever reason and then you have the real zombies. The reason these bastards are called zombies is because they resemble the fictional zombies. These zombies aren't the living dead, your not going to find the need to kill you great-great-grandfather any time soon. These zombies are from somewhere else. Their actual manifestation has only been witnessed and recorded once.

Begin History Footage – First Portal Sighting

Quiet town. A few shops, a hotel, a bar and a stable. People walking through their quiet small town, weaving their quiet small lives. A TV crew is in town about to film a pointless little bit on towns of this ilk. The camera is set, the whorish looking newscaster is ready.
“3-2-1-Live” mutters some camera-boy, who's job isn't important at all.
“Hello Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to Channel ABC1239 and I'm reporting to you from the lovely town of Oldstone, the only town in miles to keep a remembrance to the past centuries” said the over made-up news caster to the camera, gesturing to the few buildings behind her.
All of a sudden roughly twenty meters behind the news caster a small blue dot appears, quickly the cameraman notices and points his camera over to the blue dot, much to the anger of the bitchy whorish news caster. The blue dot now fully in focus starts to swell and expand, the blue interspersed with white now reaches five meters up and five meters wide. The ends fluctuate then steady.
The people all around stop and stare, mouths gaping, “ooohs” and “ahhs” coming from their open mouths. The news caster quickly attempts to position herself in-between the camera and the hole in the world, a big muscled arm quickly pushes her out of the way, words aren't needed for this.
All of a sudden, a figure can be seen in the distance within the hole,more surround it, unimaginable numbers begin to well at the back of the hole. Then, quickly they pounce, at first at a speed unlike any other human movement, but this appeared to be just the hole propelling them out, because as they landed it looked as if they were immediately intoxicated, their movements laboured but with a direct purpose.
Again the news caster attempts to position herself in-between the oncoming barrage of people and the camera. At this point, the cameraman has put the camera on a tripod and legged it, leaving the news-whore to say what she has to say.
“Behind me you see – ARRRGGGHHH!” screamed the now completely dismantled news caster. Bits and pieces of her thrown and discarded, chewed and swallowed. Blood covering the camera lens giving the view a red tint.

End

So, from that footage, the only of its kind, we gleamed the knowledge that these zombies are from another world, be it another dimension or not, it doesn't really matter. All that matters to humanity is that they are stopped and stopped quickly whenever they appear.
PG, wading a path through the bodies stops in the middle of the pile and leans forward.
“What the hell are you doing?” shrieked Sarge.
“One Moment Sarge” replied PG in its even comforting tone. PG, suddenly pulled out a small shiny metal object. Clearly, a bullet. “Oooh, Shiny” said PG, and quickly placed the bullet in its mouth.
“No more delays! We have to reach the next sector now!” yelled Sarge.
The group continued, PG in front, finally making its way through the carcases covered only lightly in blood and entrails splatter. Creamy quickly brushing himself off, the others not caring, continued on down the road. Either side of the road large buildings poked up and rose towards the sun. Around fifty meters ahead the road turned to the right, seeing this, Creamy dashed off ahead to scout what lay ahead around the bend.
“Sarge, you better take a look at this” said Creamy over the communicator.
Sarge and Balls quickly broke into a bound and caught up to where Creamy had hid himself behind a upturned car. How the car got upturned is beyond all knowledge.
“What the hell are THEY doing?” asked Sarge in a speechless scream.
PG, having not been too bothered with the whole scenario he sees himself in, eventually caught up with the group. “Sir, It Looks To Me As If They Are Piling All The Dead Human Bodies Up Into Some Sort Of Tower” said PG.
“I can see that! Thank you very much” replied Sarge.
“You're welcome” replied PG.
“But, to what purpose?” asked Balls, usually silent in all matters.
“No idea, why don't you go and ask them?” sarcasticly wailed Sarge.
One disadvantage of having Sarge alive was that he was most noisy, upon his last comment, a few of the zombies turned and noticed the group hiding behind the upturned car. If it weren't for PG's huge eight foot build, they would have gone unnoticed.
Upon noticing them, the one that did the noticing signalled the others and they all quickly ceased their piling and began moving in the direction of the team. The one at the front appeared to be talking into a headset, this had never before been seen.
“Is that one at the front talking?” asked Sarge.
“Yes” replied the others unanimously.
“Quick, Balls, take it out!” bellowed Sarge.
Balls didn't need to be told twice, but, unfortunately could have been told a little earlier, as soon as she had a visual on it, it quickly disappeared into a puff of blue.
“OK, that's not good!” screamed Creamy, looking for ways of escape whilst removing a grenade from his pack.
“Fall back!” shouted Sarge.
As the group turned to do so, a blue ball appeared by the pile of bodies they traversed through earlier,from which appeared another group of zombies.
“Shit” gruffed Sarge, “quick PG, radio in for all units and back up!!”
“Affirmative” replied PG and quickly began to do so. “Troops will be here in ten minutes Sarge”.
“That's too damn long! Right, Creamy, throw that fucking grenade at those fucks to the right and continue launching them that way till you run out, then start firing” said Sarge.
“Understood” they replied.
“PG, I want you to run into the other group and give 'em hell, you won't survive, but, you're just a robot” ordered Sarge in a bellow.
PG, always one to obey orders quickly leapt over the car and ran straight into the oncoming zombie onslaught. Limbs were flying every which way as PG ripped and tore at anything he could get a hold on. Teeth grounded at his metal structure to no avail and the zombies began to realise they were in deep shit.
Whilst PG was tearing limb from limb, Creamy was throwing grenade after grenade at the other grouping of zombies. The blasts threw zombies every which way but didn't seem to slow them down much, the portal was still open and zombies still poured out and towards the remaining troops.
“Balls, aim for that zombie to the right of the portal, the one with the headset, that bastard is keeping the portal open!” ordered Sarge.
Quickly and expertly, Balls withdrew her rifle once more and took aim at the headset zombie. Once acquiring her target in her sights she pulled the trigger.
“What happened Balls? Its still standing!” screamed Sarge.
“I don't know Sarge, I had it in my sights, it should be dead!” replied Balls, taking aim once more and firing, again, missing.
“The other zombies jump in the way!” cried Creamy, who had just ran out of grenades.
“Fuck! Shit! Balls, lay down some automatic fire over there in front of the headset zombie. Creamy, lay some fire directly ahead of us, cover us at all costs!” screamed Sarge as he jumped onto the upturned car and began firing at the oncoming zombies.
PG, having made a complete mess of the zombies had created his own pile of corpses, on top of which he stood firing down at the remaining zombies below, most of the group he had been sent to destroy had been destroyed and he was now just mopping up.
Unfortunately, the way in which they were headed is blocked off and offers no escape route, PG, having finished his mission, bounded back over to help Sarge.
“All Clear Sarge” said PG as he stood at eye level with Sarge, who was still firing haphazardly into the swarm of zombies around twenty meters away and gradually making progress.
“What!?” squealed Sarge. Taking the time out from shooting, which PG immediately began to do, Sarge surveyed the twin towers of bodies – zombies nearest, humans farther down the road. “Is there a path through?” asked Sarge.
“No Sir”
“Shit. OK, continue firing at the remaining zombies. How long till reinforcements?” asked Sarge.
“Six Minutes Thirty Three Seconds” replied PG whilst expertly shooting zombie after zombie right in between the eyes.
“Fuck” intelligently and loudly replied Sarge, who also recommenced firing.
As the firing and slaughter continued, the advancing zombies also knew no boundaries as more and more zombies flew out the portal and onto the battle ground. The headset zombie still stood beside the portal keeping it open for more zombies. This behaviour was new to the knowledge of humans and was somewhat disconcerting.

2

“Who's that on the radio?” asked Trine.
“Sounds like Sarge” replied Courtral, the scout and communications of the second half of the troops on the ground.
“What is he saying?”
“Err, something about a portal being kept open and more zombies coming through. Request for backup just initiated with coordinates, they're two miles east from here!”
“Well, we're not much any more, but, we'll move out. Try and get in contact with Sarge and tell him to watch out for the new developments we've seen. Who'd have guessed the zombie soldiers weren't the only type coming through now!” said Trine.

Flashback

Trine and Courtral made up the remainder of the task force. Originally they were also accompanied by Reital and Frint.
Reital was the military expert of the group, weapons expert mostly. He was caught in the on rush of a new portal and was torn apart right after it opened. His head was taken clean off and thrown back through the portal which caused another surge of zombies to enter holding the head aloft like some prized trophy.
Frint was an early model robot in comparison to PG, but, none-the-less far superior to normal humans. Frint was deployed in a similar manner to that of PG, sent into a big horde of zombies, unfortunately, this time the zombies had a few tricks up their sleeve.
A new portal opened behind the group of zombies Frint was destroying and out of which came three huge, obese-like zombies. Their heads were only dwarfed by the folds and flabs of decaying flesh rolling with every pounding step they took. One was missing a left arm, but that didn't hinder its progress.
Frint, recognising the new danger was quick to unravel its body from the zombie soldiers grasps to turn it's attention to the obese zombies. Quickly, freed from the mound, Frint set off at blistering speed towards the first obese zombie, diving straight towards it. Frint, standing seven feet was dwarfed by the gargantuan zombies, easily double Frint's height and ten times its girth.
Trine and Courtral, bunkered in one of the buildings to the side of the road, also noticing the new comers to the party quickly began radioing the news in to HQ. They found that they were too late for reinforcements and were to proceed with the exterminating and were not, repeat, NOT to retreat at any cost.
Frint, surrounded by the huge zombies didn't stand a chance, torn and twisted apart by one of them, wires protruding from torn sockets. Upon the face of the zombie that did the tearing was obvious sadness in the fact that there was no blood or guts to feast upon.
“It's upset it has nothing to eat” remarked Trine.
“I'm sure it'll last, but, not if Big Daddy has anything to do with it” replied Courtral, picking up the bazooka nicknamed Big Daddy. The only problem with Big Daddy that stopped it from being the best weapon against the zombies was that it was slow to target and even slower to reload. Luckily for them, Frint had decimated the majority of the small zombies, leaving only a few for Trine to pick off with his automatic.
“Locking Target” said Courtral.
“Fire when ready” replied Trine as he shot at one of the obese zombies knees, to see if he could fall it – it didn't work.
“Fire!” screamed Courtral as the huge rocket whistled out of the bazooka and headed toward the nearest zombie. Despite its other slowness, this part was over too quickly, the rocket hit its target square in the middle, the explosion that ensued was magnificent, yet, only devastating enough to fall the one zombie, bits and pieces sent flying everywhere. Courtral began the arduous task of reloading.
“Well, that worked, shame about Frint, was a good robot” said Trine.
Courtral repeated the process the two more times required and the coast was cleared.

End Flashback

“Beta, what is your status?” crackled the radio in Courtral's hand as they proceeded in the direction of Sarge's distress coordinates.
“Three minutes away from designated coordinates, how are they holding out?” asked Courtral.

3

“We aren't going to hold out much longer!!” wailed Sarge at everybody and nobody, emptying round after round at the oncoming horde.
“No shit Sherlock” replied Balls.
“OK, everyone, back round the corner to first of the two piles of bodies, if we can't beat them here, lets try and buy some time” ordered Sarge.
Creamy didn't need to be told twice, he was already halfway across the road when something new occurred from the portal. From within the blue a faint ever increasing in size black blob started to come towards the foray. At this point the zombies had stopped still, all with a unanimous grin on their faces. The team turned to see why the silence had overwhelmed the zombies, it was what was coming through the portal now. Along with two obese zombies was a winged zombie above their heads. Once free from the portal, the two obese zombies plodded along towards the team, the flying zombie took flight high above the zombie pack and hovered over them.
“Holy fucking shit!” screamed Balls, Creamy and Sarge.
“Quick, PG, radio that in! New zombies, giants and flying!” screamed Sarge as they all started with more pace towards the mounds of motionless bodies.
“Yes Sir” replied PG.
Creamy was the first to reach the mound and turned to lay down some covering fire. Balls and Sarge made it safely and PG was motionless receiving a message, he bolted upright at the completion of the downloading and quickly rejoined the team at the first mound, the zombie mound.
“Reports indicate that Trine and Courtral are two minutes away and the rest of reinforcements are five minutes away. It is also reported that the obese zombies destroyed Frint but were subsequently destroyed by Big Daddy” reported PG.
“What about the flying bastards?” asked Balls.
“Those are new, congratulations on your discovery sirs” said PG.
“Fuck that! Right, we need to hold out for five minutes. PG, move over as far to the right as you can, to get a better angle and concentrate your fire on their legs, slow the bastards down to a crawl – also trip the ones behind. Balls, whip out your rifle and see if you can take down that winged bastard! Climb to the top of the mound, get a better view. Creamy and I will continue fire from here! Go!” loudly ordered Sarge.
PG was first to react and was already to the far side firing at the top of the zombies legs, taking their ability to move relatively quickly away from them. Creamy and Sarge positioned themselves next to each other and commenced firing at the zombies also, aiming for heads where possible, but a hits a hit.
“Sarge, I'm in position but I don't see that flying zombie anywhere” screamed Balls, who's voice just audible over the firing at the top of the mound.
“Keep your eyes peeled then. See if you can take out the giant zombies with that rifle of yours” ordered Sarge, who was continuously firing at the zombies.
“Yes Sir!” replied Balls, aiming at the nearest obese zombie and firing.
“PG, try and get a hold of Courtral on the radio, let me know when you do!” screamed Sarge.

4

The zombie with flight circled around the far buildings and was subsequently ordered via the telepathy headset to attack a sniper that was causing much pain to one of the giants.
Swooping low and to the left of the zombies, the one with flight managed to stay hidden for as long was as needed, suddenly, mere meters from the first mound, it shot upwards, surprising the sniper and ripping her from her roost. The flying zombie, with woman in claws, flew back over the mass of zombies and dropped her to the middle of them.
Zombies unfortunate enough to be directly below the falling prey were immediately crushed and exploded in a ball of blood and guts. The rest of the zombies dived in to get a piece of the now crazily flailing human flesh. Soon the woman was no longer a woman and merely scraps on the pavement.
The slow, undulating progress towards the remaining humans continued.

5

“Sarge, its Courtral, they can see the portal and the zombie with the headset!” said PG.
“Keep it down, they might be able to hear you! Order them to take it down immediately, this is definitely not the time to be taking prisoners!” ordered Sarge, gradually running out of ammo and ideas.
Trine and Courtral, slowly rounding the corner and keeping in cover, spotted the portal and the lone zombie beside it, with its back to them. Since the start of what has been dubbed by the media as The Zombie War, nobody had succeeded in blowing a portal up, many had tried, all had failed. But now Courtral and Big Daddy were going to give it their go.
Slowly Big Daddy got its target. Courtral hesitated but a moment on the trigger, realising that what was about to happen could be crucial to the worlds survival. Or he hesitated because that's what the movie stars did.
Upon the pressing of the trigger, the headset zombie spun around realising what was about to befall it, a high pitched screech emitted from its open mouth, its purpose unknown to them. The missile whirled through the air right towards the zombie and its portal, upon contact the zombie was split into a thousand pieces, but what happened to the portal was more devastating, the explosion was multiplied ten-fold and the surrounding buildings were brought down upon them. Trine and Courtral quickly ducked for cover as everything went shades of grey.

6

“Status!” screamed Sarge from a pile of rubble, human bodies and zombie limbs.
“All Clear” replied PG, who was busily excavating Sarge from the wreckage.
“Where is Creamy?” asked Sarge, subdued to a mere whisper after the explosion.
“I'm afraid he didn't make it, his skull is over there and his torso over there and his...”
“Enough!” screamed Sarge, “what about Trine and Courtral? Did they make it?”
“They definitely made the explosion” replied PG.
“No, did they survive!? Jesus Christ!” bellowed Sarge once more.
“They aren't replying to the radio, but their distress beacons are on, they are around the bend and ninety-five meters past the portal” informed PG.
“Let's go then!” said Sarge as he clambered over the bits and pieces of zombies and humans, the difference between the two marginal, but, obvious. The limbs of humans, though equally charred were not decayed and green like those of the zombies.
After much trudging through the debris, they cautiously rounded the corner, guns out and at the ready. To their surprise, the portal was no more, mere piles upon piles of stone and glass interspersed between these were bodies of a green nature.
“So much for no collateral damage” said Sarge, briefly chuckling at the funny he made. But quickly regaining his composure and returning his face to that of one that would befit a stern war hero.
“You can say that again” replied someone over the radio.
“Who was that?” asked Sarge.
“Trine, sir. Courtral is unconscious, but, alive. Where's the evac team?” asked Trine over the radio.
Sarge could see a figure atop the rubble waving at him right where PG said they would be, a horizontal body was lying at his feet. “Well, reinforcements will be here in..” said Sarge over the radio as he walked towards Trine and Courtral. “How long PG?” asked Sarge who was walking beside him.
“Roughly Twenty Seconds Sir” replied PG.
“Any second now, Trine” finished Sarge over the radio.
“Figures” replied Trine.
As with movies of a dubious production value, the helicopters sent with reinforcements could now be heard whirring in above the buildings and down to the clear spot to the right of Sarge.
“Why is it we only hear them when they're right on us?” asked Sarge of nobody.
“No Idea. I Will Look Into It” replied PG.
“Thanks” said Sarge.

Epilogue

Having survived the first real battle of The Zombie War, a new army was created with the sole purpose of fighting off the new enemy. Personnel were redirected from Anti-Terrorist Task Forces to the Anti-Zombie Task Forces. Expensive ad campaigns were begun instructing the world how much fun fighting the zombies is and how much their lives will be bettered by their time spent in the meat grinder.
The war, having only really just begun. Both sides have learnt a lot from each other and the next battle could prove to be the most violent and terrible either race has ever waged.