The Condemned: Blood Jungle
BleedingBlackHeart
Chapter 1
Jack Conrad sat in his favorite chair. 'It feels good to relax after that ordeal on the island last year' He thought while sighing contentedly. He could still remember all the screaming that had occured. He shuddered at the cries of sheer terror coming from the ones who just wanted another chance at life.
This small flashback also brought back a flair of anger. He remembered the face of McStarley. He was a cold-blooded killer. Merciless, sadistic, and just plain out of his mind.
He deserved what he got. A chest full of lead. Conrad reached down and pulled on the handle that reclined his chair. He groaned in delight as his body was stretched out.
Just as he was beginning to relax there was a loud clash coming from the back of the house. "Shit." he said as he clambered to his feet. he rushed upstairs to check on his wife and kids. They were all safe and sound.
He locked each of their doors and returned to the ground floor. He crept up to his muntions closet. He grabbed his Desert Eagle and checked on the clip. It was still pretty full.
He turned, gun pointed out ready to unload into the first sorry motherfucker he saw. He turned rapidly thinking he saw a flsh of something. He brushed it off and continued his inspection. He was almost certain that it was all clear when he felt a sudden prick at his neck.
His vision started to blur instantly. He turned on the spot. He tried to make out the figure standing before him but the haze spreading over his eyes was making it difficult. All he heard was the person in front of him speaking in Russian before he blacked out.