The four toiled under the hot sun, tilling the earth for the new crop. In the distance, on the other side of the walled town they could hear the sound of battle, but here in their fenced off field life was perfect.
One of the workers stretched and swatted a fly away from his head “Hey Dan, you sure their ok with us being out here? They said they needed everyone to combat stations.”
Not stopping his work, Dan glanced up “You need ‘ta relax man, they’re fine in there and we need ‘ta get this crop in while we c-UGHH”
His words were cut short at machine gun fire tore through the air. Dans head and back exploded in a shower of blood and before the others could react they too were cut down from heavy machine gun fire the town’s wall.
On the wall the gunner unclipped the heavy gun from its fixed stand and started to head toward the west wall. As he walked he pulled a radio from his pocket and spoke “Hey central, I just took out four zombies that had wondered into crop field two. I’m on my way to the west wall”
The radio crackled back “Roger, pick up a water jug on your way, its getting hot out there”