‘You have no choice now but to trust that your message got through. The inexorable press of the zombies is slowly closing in around your position. The only hope you now have is to punch a gap through them and escape to the extraction point. As the noose tightens, you give the order and the remnants of your team pick up everything they can carry and get ready to make a run for it. You won’t get a second chance at this…’
For this mission I had the full roster of surviving members of my campaign army which started out at 14 strong (300pts) but had been reduced to 10 members…
The right flank holds the largest contingent of my strike force. With only terminator-suited brother Bartholemu and heavy weapon specialist brother Luther holding the left flank, hoping to give covering fire and draw the majority of the poxwalkers away from the right flank…The undead shamble aimlessly around the complex…Gaunt and his remaining ghosts scout forward but are swarmed by zombies. Gaunt is torn apart in the initial wave and trooper Criid is brought down and eviscerated soon afterwards…As brother Hienrich is attacked in vicious hand to hand with yet more shambling horrors, it is time to take drastic measures. Brother Luther aims his fusion gun into the melee…The resultant explosion vapourizes the zombies and throws brother Hienrich away, bruised but unhurt…Headway is made on the right flank, but the tide of undead is rising…With many of the team falling beneath the teeth and claws of the undead masses, things are starting to get desperate. Brother Bartholemu finds a discarded frag grenade, and hoping to emulate the success of earlier, doesn’t think twice about hurling it into the fray…With predictable results. It has proven to be a solid tactic for getting space marines out of trouble…Brother-sergeant Edwine and brother Bartholemu cover their backs as they make their way to the extraction point…As the mission ends, the cost becomes apparent. Of the original strike force only three remain, brother-sergeant Edwine, brother Bartholemu and master sniper Larkin.
The weary survivors will make their way the to the rendezvous coordinates and hope to hell that the flier is inbound…
TinPot Revolutionary 
Cripes! They’re getting whittled down! Sounds like plenty of action!
Very much so, we made a lot of noise and brought in far too many extra zombies!