[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a tank crew as their tank is hounded down , disabled , and eventually destroyed by enemy infantry . Make it a horror story .

So, Fury? Eh, fuck it. 
 
 
 
 2nd Lieutenant Micheal Puller put his face in his hands. After a minute of holding back tears he looked out over the commander's cupola. Three days. Three fucking days of nonstop combat. Three days of falling back mile after mile. He had gone into battle three days ago with twelve M1A2SEP Main Battle Tanks. He only saw one other tank now, idling next to his. Both were refueling for the third time in two days.'That's what happens when you put a jet engine in a tank' Micheal thought, as he felt a tug on his leg. `` Message from the CO, sir'', Sergeant Jorge Cruz said as the lieutenant dropped back down into the tank. `` Where are we falling back to now? ``, quipped Private First Class Ricky Smith. `` Stow that bullshit right now Private!'' Micheal snapped. `` Okay, okay, geez...'' Smith mumbled.'If that kid was n't the best gunner in the Marines, I would have put him on permanent KP duty' Micheal thought as he glared at the gunner, before turning back to Jorge. `` What are our orders?'' he growled. `` We're to fall back 12 klicks, and then hold position. Uh, to the last, Sir. CO's orders'', Jorge said, looking incredibly dejected as he read the last half. `` I knew it...'' Smith mumbled. `` What was that private?!'' Micheal yelled. `` Sir, Nothing, Sir! ``, Ricky shouted in response. Sergeant Tyler Wright, who had been content to sit against the door to the ammo storage, stifled a laugh. `` Everyone, get to your stations, we're moving ASAP'', the lieutenant ordered. The men moved quickly in the relatively cramped space of the tank, and within 2 minutes their tank was ready to roll. Micheal radioed the other tank to turn over their engine, when an unnatural screech filled the air. `` Oh fuck...'' was Puller heard come back over the radio. Then he saw what they had been running from for the past three days. A mass of what had once been humanity surged out of a forest a klick in front of them. `` Suckers!'' was all the lieutenant had to shout for the crew to seal the hatches down tight. The main gun, a 120mm Smoothbore cannon, swiveled left towards on coming swarm. Through the gunsight, Micheal could see the... things advancing. 
 
 
 
 The `` Suckers'', as they had been so angrily called, were something the scientists, those who still alive, had n't figured out yet. They had determined that the disease, or whatever it was, had come on the asteroid that had impacted in Russia half a year ago. The fucking Russians had decided to collect it and poke around with it in Siberia. They also decided that did n't need real containment procedures. When one of their scientists got ill they did n't notice. When he came back the next day with metal blades instead of hands, razor sharp teeth the size of fingers, a mouth that belonged on a snake, and eyes of pure red, they paid attention. Too bad he wiped out the entire lab. Even worse, the victims came back like zombies, but they looked like their killer. The nearby town suffered the same fate. Then the next town, and the next, and then four more before the Russian government responded. One infantry battalion later, and the `` Swarm'', as it was quickly called by the media, was soon spreading like wildfire. A global coalition was formed to counter this threat, but like most international cooperation attempts, it descended into diplomats squabbling over nothing, while their troops sat idly by. Russia fell in a month. China in another. Europe took two more. No one was sure when Africa or the rest of Asia fell. It did n't help that sometimes it only took a small cut or something like that, and the victim would `` turn'' in a few days. The island nations like Japan and Australia fell that way. And that was why a Swarm of roughly fifteen hundred former Americans were charging their tanks. As Tyler loaded a Canister shell, Micheal fought to suppress the memories of his friends and comrades screaming as those abominations clawed their way into the tanks. Whatever those blades were made of managed to cut through some of the strongest armor ever put on a tank. Shuddering, Puller ordered the tank to fire. As the round fired he heard a new voice over the radio. It sounded like the young kid who had refueled them. As Micheal ordered another shell loaded he finally heard what the kid was saying. 
 
 
 
 `` They're fucking behind you!'' 
 
 
 
 That was the last thing he heard before the sound of metal scraping and bending filled his ears. And then their screech replaced all other noise. 
 

