Dun wiped the sweat and blood from his brow and looked out over the narrow pass before him. Four waves of the walking dead had tried to push their way through, each time the defenders had cut them down , but every time their own numbers had fallen.
Now there were just twenty left, the heavy machine guns had run out of ammo on the second wave due to an inexperienced farmer’s son firing blindly into the advancing horde. Now the ten men crouched on the canyon walls above and behind Dun were using rifles and hand guns to thin the waves down, so that the remaining infantry fighters with Dun could fight with enough space to swing their weapons.
Four days ago Dun had joined the small band of locals more out of curiosity than to see any actual fighting. The main Marshall force had been expected to go around the mountain range, attacking from the south. He had resisted joining the main battle force at the insistence of his wife and so had ended up at the pass. As it had turned out the sightings to the south had been diversionary, with the main army forcing its way through the brutal mountain range and to the pass and soon despite the defenders efforts they would push on across the plains and into the village and towns behind the mountain range.
The fighting had been intense from day one, with thousands of the walking dead trying to force their way through the small pass, where 5 men could stand shoulder to shoulder at its narrowest point. Now large parts of the valley were blocked with the piles of corpses of the fallen defenders and the air was thick with the stench of death.
Dun took a swig from the water canteen at his belt and hefted his giant twin bladed axe to his shoulder. The blades had been forged from a titanium alloy, the shaft solid oak wood. It had seen him through many battles but now with the fifth wave of undead and no sign of reinforcements to aid them Dun had become resigned to the fact that they were going to be overrun, sooner or later.
In the distance he heard the strange pulsating sound that the Marshalls used to control the dead, and with that the soft thuds as thousands of the undead began to walk toward the defenders. Dun smiled, the sun was high in the sky, the grass was green and the air didn’t stink too badly when the wind was right.
It was a good day to die.