The Mis-Adventures of the Crew
Chapter 1: The Foreign Duo
The lightly dressed Jamaican man kicked down the rotten door running into the empty room.
"I think we've lost them Leon," said his companion in a soft Polish accent.
"We may have lost them for now but you know what their smelling is like." replied Leon, his hands quickly reloading an old colt pistol.
"Why do you still carry that piece of junk around with you, when Wolf's got us these badboys?" inquired the other man waving around a shiny futuristic looking rifle.
"Because, your new toys are still prototypes and who knows when they'll break." answered the dark skinned hunter.
They walked warily to the next room checking every door and window. Then they heard a blood curdling shriek. Leon nodded at his friend as he aimed at the creature's head, the bullet found its' mark and a large splatter of green liquid covered the room.
"God, I hate those things." Exclaimed the Pole gesturing towards the corpse "I mean, I get how they used to be us and we shouldn't kill them but common, you must admit, they are so disturbing to look at.
"Well don't look at the next one you shoot." replied Leon cheerfully.
Whilst his friend sulked in the corner of the room, the more experienced hunter typed something into his Gauntlet and received a reply.
"Wolf's given us an evac location; it's on the roof of the hospital on the other side of the road."
"Seriously, I have to climb even more stairs to get home!" The polish man shouted loudly while Leon checked his mysteriously shiny backpack.
"You know Tym, there is one toy Wilf gave us that I agree with, and it's going to save you from all the stairs."
"Do you mean…?"
The Jamaican nodded.
"Holy crap! I get to fly a freaking jetpack!" Tym started happy dancing before his friend even had time to react.