"I just came up last, to make sure everyone made it up okay."
"No one left?"
Looking Bill steadily in the eyes Ruben said, "No, there is no one left down below."
"Good, but we got a shit fan of problems up here. Go take a look."
Ruben made his way to the edge of the building, looking over he saw the walkways around the hospital were crammed with undead. Moving to look at the green he saw it was crammed full of undead too, though these seemed to be second tier, the almost human kind, but not quite supers. Worse, among them they had prisoners. A shot rang out and the gawker next to Ruben screamed, then pitched over the front of the building, yelling the whole way down. Or course Ruben didn't see the man hit, by then he was on his face, backing up quickly towards the middle of the building.
"Get away from the edges you stupid fools!" he yelled as more gunfire rang out from below. Only one more person was shot, a younger man who was already in a hospital gown. He reeled away clutching his arm with cry before being tackled by an orderly to get him out of sight.
"Bill, what do we do?" yelled Max from near the edge of the building.
"Stay near the center, if you have guns watch that building, in case they try to run some zombies with guns up there." Bill pointed to the building next to theirs, separated by only a fifteen foot gap. Luckily the building was only the same height as theirs, not taller, nor were any of the others nearby.
A hand grenade went off down below, followed almost immediately by another. Stewart and Max looked at each other, then saw a small black object sail over the lip of the parapet, to land thirty feet away. It exploded a split second after landing and sprayed shrapnel into the patients and soldiers, wounding several, one severely enough to drop him into unconsciousness.
"Holy fuck, we can't stop that!" Max yelled at Stewart, then he yelled to Bill, "You got any grenades?"
"No, throw them back if they come over!"
More grenades followed, one soldier grabbed one and tossed it over the edge, where it exploded just below the edge of the building, breaking windows, but causing no casualties. Another older looking soldier shucked off his helmet and put it over the second grenade then threw his body on top of it. The man's helmet and body did help contain the blast, but he had no time to center himself properly and was catapulted over the edge of the building, his intestines weaving a bloody pattern as he flew through the air. The third grenade was the worst, another patient; this one with his leg in a cast managed to pick it up and had just raised it over his head to toss it when it went off. The man's arm disintegrated and his head was blown sideways with enough force to break his neck, even as the shrapnel killed him. His attempt at throwing resulted in the grenade being just high enough to rain shrapnel down on the people taking cover, resulting in a plethora of wounds, many of them serious. Of the fifty or so patients and soldiers on the roof top, more than thirty were wounded to one degree or another. Even Javier, who seemed to be the lucky one of Bill's squad, had a cut across one cheek that was bleeding heavily.
No more grenades followed and the group breathed a momentary sigh of relief. The moans and cries of the wounded had to alert their enemy that they were not all dead, so their respite would only be temporary.
Working their way to where Bill and Ruben were by the door Max asked, "What now?"
"Fuck if I know." said Bill.
"Awesome." Stewart said, "I think we should have run," she held up a hand to forestall Bill, who had opened his mouth to say something, "But we are here now, so let's focus on getting out of here, not 'I told you so' okay?"
"What about the building next door?" asked Max, "I think I could make the jump."
"Yeah, you me and everyone who isn't injured, what about the wounded?" asked Bill.
"We can't save everyone." Ruben said, "And I ain't in favor of dying with them either." Another grenade went off on the side of the building.
"Can you make the jump?" Bill asked Ruben.
"Watch me." with that he got up and took a running start towards the edge of the building. The four of them, including Javier, who had crawled over while they were talking looked open mouthed as the old man took a running leap and disappeared over the edge.
"Oh fuck, did the old fool make it?" said Stewart, rising to a crouching position to see.
"Well?" asked Max.
"Yeah, he did, he made it! I'm going, c'mon!" she rose and ran towards the edge as another grenade landed on the roof and blew behind her. Stewart made the jump look easy, clearing the other roof by ten or more feet. The grenade wounded more people and after seeing the jumpers the remaining able bodied rose and started to make the run too. This worked out well for some of them, but two people were a little too focused on the run and not on where they were running; they bumped together right at the roof edge, one man tripped and fell over the edge and the other barely managed to reach the other side where he clung to the parapet with one hand. Gunfire rang out and he dropped like a stone a moment later.
The grenades stopped, but people still kept trying to make the jump, now their actions were accompanied by gunfire from below and screams from some of the men as they were hit.
"We gotta go." said Max, "From there we can jump to the next building and then maybe down to that one behind it. Or we could go down and try to weave our way through the building to the south."
"Max, we can't just leave these guys."
"Bill, you have family to think of, I have family to think of. And what about Ruben and Stewart? We can't leave them to fend for themselves. Javier and you need to jump over then we don't rest, we just go for the next one immediately to take them by surprise."
"You first."
"No, 'cause you'd do something stupid. You first."
"You just want me to draw their fire."
"That too."
"Don't leave us." said a patient nearby.
"Look man….I…" started Bill, then he was pulled up by Javier and half pushed by Max in the direction of the other building.
Ruben, on the other side, had climbed on top of a heating unit on the other building and had his rifle aimed at the green. Javier and Bill leaped at the same time and bullets from both above and below rang out. Neither man was hit by the wild fire, but down below a zombie with one of the rifles had a bullet put through his skull by Ruben. Ruben immediately pulled himself away from the edge near the green, trying to hide from the zombie gunmen. It didn't seem to matter to the other zombies; they didn't notice that one of their own had been shot. For a moment everything was quiet, when Max rose up to make the jump the pleas of those around him rose in volume begging him not to go. Ignoring them Max focused on the run, picturing his children on the other side as motivation to make the leap. More gunshots rang out, but Max landed safely. The group on the other building huddled together near the door to the stairs.
Bill stood as Max came over and said, "We are going to jump for the next one. It should be easier, they can't see us from the green."
Down below they heard a scream, a high pitched wailing. Cautiously they crept to peep over the parapet to the lawn below. The zombies had their prisoners held up above the crowd body surfing them around the green, most of the men were still whole, but a couple had been attacked and were bleeding. As they watched another one of the men was grabbed in a tug of war between two groups, the man's arm was pulled out of its socket and then from his body completely as the game played out. His scream rose in pitch until any who didn't see him would have sworn that it was a small child, not a grown man. As if that were a signal the other body surfing prisoners were pulled into the mob and torn apart, with the crowd forming feeding circles around them.