Watch where you step

Who: Everyone in the quarry
When: During battle
Where: Quarry
Mk.9 reattached his arm Seymour had shot off, and resumed firing on
the zombies. Every now and again, he had to stop and wipe the green
and blue goop off of his eye.
"I swear. As soon as this is over, I'm gonna have to have a quick romp
in the surf to clean all this out." he said
He fired a grenade at a nearby zombie, with punched straight into his
lower torso, and nestled in the top of his intestines. It blew up, and
sent small pieces of intestine, half digested food, and spleen
hurtling in all directions. By this point, the battleground was coated
in a thick layer of sludge, with the occasional ear, lung, liver, or
sexual organ mixed in with it.
Several teams of grunts moved in with large flame throwers, and
sprayed large sections of the zombies. Many of the zombies' insides
began to boil, causing them to explode and have pieces of rib fly off
and puncture other zombies, whose own innards subsequently oozed out
of the resulting holes, adding to the horrid mucus coating the ground.
The smell was excruciating; similar to pig carcasses left under a fat
man under a radiator, and then set alight after 5 months.
The colours of the remains scattered over the quarry ranged from
ultra-violent, to infra-dead, passing loathsome lilac, fat yellow,
burnt hombre, and gang-green on the way.
The grunts who had armed themselves with blade-based weapons were
flailing about wildly on the front line, tearing open skulls and
chests alike, causing most of the contents to splatter over their arms
and faces, leaving them with a foul taste of decaying and
fungus-encrusted flesh and blood that was no longer the colour most
blood should be. Their only means of protection from this vileness was
to squint very hard and thus prevent some of the remains from falling
into their eyes. But, of course, this simply impaired their vision
causing them to swing their weapons even more randomly and violently,
and damn near take out their comrades in the process.
After a few hours of solid carnage, Mk.9 saw his opening.
"Ok, everyone, I'm going in to plant the device. Cover me!"
<tag everyone, keep them off of me, eh?>