THEY ARE TRYING TO BURY HIM ALIVE

  One of the giant red ants poked its head through the pit wall halfway between Geronimo and the top of the crater.
  Geronimo wheeled, raising the Marlin, realizing he'd been outflanked, outmaneuvered by the crafty devils!  They'd dug a new tunnel, circumventing the bodies, bypassing the dead ants and emerging from the pit wall.
  Behind him, there was renewed commotion as the ants tore into the bodies, working frantically to force an exit.
  He was trapped!
  Ants behind him and ants in front of him!
  They had him right where they wanted him.

#6
CITADEL RUN

KILL HIM! KILL MEAT NOW!

  Hickok instinctively blasted the rifleman first, his hands a blur as they drew the pearl-handled Colt Pythons, his right Magnum booming, and the rifleman staggered as the slug penetrated the middle of his forehead and blew out the back of his head.  The man toppled to the ground as Hickok spun, his left Python cracking, the shot catching a woman wielding a butcher's knife in her right eye and spinning her body completely around before she fell onto her face.
  Inside the SEAL, Geronimo clawed at the door handle.  "They Wacks!" he shouted, flinging the door open and jumping to the ground, the FNC Auto Rifle already at his shoulder as he aimed at a line of charging cannibals and squeezed the trigger.  The Auto Rifle burped, and four of the crazies dropped.
  Blade joined the conflict, leaping from the driver's seat, the A-1 pressed against his right hip as he fired, the heavy slugs tearing into a group of attacking Wacks and decimating them in a crimson spray of blood and flesh.