And a-slayin' we will go

Who: The search-and-destroy team. (Add yourself via tag)
Where: Mars.
When: Getting on about 1 in the afternoon, GGMT.
Mk.9 watched the small group head on up towards one of the many old
gothic castles scattered across the martian landscape. His field of
vision snapped back out of zoom mode, and he quickly surveyed the
group he had been able to amass to go out slaughtering zombies.
"Ok guys, you all know why you're here. We need to...PAY ATTENTION YOU
DRUNK BASTERDS! Ahem. You all know why you're here. We need to find
the quarry Iggy was talking about. It would seem to be where the
zombies are coming from."
He pulled out a small device from his arm gun.
"Once we reach the epicentre, I will plant this high-explosive, and
then we have to get the hell out of there. This baby has a 1km radius,
and burns at 10^7 degrees. This should go without saying, but still,
try not to get yourselves killed, and do not hesitate to start firing
on them. As far as we are concerned, these zombies are the enemy.
Let's GO!"
There was a loud hurrah from the group, and they all filed out of the
pub after Mk.9.
He had no clue why he had taken charge of this half of the op, but it
kinda just felt right anyway. He stood by the door, and handed
everyone weapons as they emerged.
Mk.9 pulled Efof out of the crowd emerging from the small pub.
"Have you radioed the 'Dwarf yet?"
"Yah, they say the wormhole drive is all charged up for the transfer."
"Groovy."
In front of the pub, where the assault group had assembled, space
seemed to summersault in upon itself and a large pile of high-power
rifles, pikes, grenades and machetes appeared in its wake.
The group cheered and grabbed their weapons.
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It didn't take them long to find out where the quarry was. They didn't
ask for directions or anything, they just followed the large signs
with 'Martian Quarry' written on them.
Eventually they came upon a large barrier of zombies.
"There's the front line boys, let's get em!" Yelled Mk.9
Everyone in the group charged at the zombies, and the zombies returned
the favour with a charge of their own.
Bullets flew everywhere, ploughing into the zombies skulls, shattering
bone, and crushing the cranial contents. Brain and pus were flung back
towards the dwarfers with the impact if blades and bullets alike,
spattering against faces and Hawaiian shirts. Some of the zombies made
it to where a few team members were and tore out collar bones and
bowels with ease, flinging the remains.
"STAND YOUR GROUND!" yelled Mk.9, waiting for an opening in the zombie
ranks suitable for him to dash through and plant the explosive. Sure,
he was a hardy droid, but he wasn't immortal. The sheer numbers would
be enough to tear him limb from limb. he fired a few rocket propelled
grenades at them, watching blood, bone erupt upwards in a large plume.
Some of the bodies had clearly been around longer than others, and
were half pulpified with decay already, and swolen with liquid. Small
pieces of green, blue and grey mottled flash littered the battlefield.
<tag. Let's keep up the assault.>