I loved guns. More than anything. Or at least I used to. So fixing up the miniguns to full capacity was easy. The quote unquote troops were still nervous. Very nervous. I almost felt sad for the marauders. Exept for the fact that they were not human. They were the freakish,deformed warriors. I put the finshing toutches on the chain for the minigun. Then a trooper charged out twoard the bunkers from the nearby forest. He almost reached the base when he droped dead. I mounted the nearby minigun and opened up on the forest. I fired 48 rounds when I heard a animalized grunt echo out. I drew my magnum and ran twoard the forest. I stood in front of several disgruntled redwoods. I ran in magnum raised. Half a second later I dropped a f bomb and looked at what apeared to be a marauder. In front of me was the echoing screams of more. I looked once moore at the body,took the marauders weapon,and ran yelling "baricaded the bunkers! Man miniguns! And prepare for marauders!" The same trigger happy man took a shot with his winchester,at me. The bullet grazed my cheek and I dove to one of the miniguns and prepared for the worst.