Killing Floor: A Fight through Hell
Prologue
Fires raged through the city as if someone poured gasoline all over the skyline and dropped a match. The screams of the dying and damned blanketed every octave range of the human voice, with thousands of men, women, and children meeting their doom at the hand of Horzine Biotech's disaster.
No one imagined that this would happen.
The London Hellfire poured around the pair of young survivors. They were crouched behind the wall of an empty clothing outlet, terrified and shaking, watching evil itself play with the poor people stuck outside to live the damnation. Creatures of various shapes and sizes, of screams and weapons, and of methods of death and destruction reigned supreme as the everyman was forced to his knees. Even the military could do nothing the stop it.
Squadrons of soldiers, coming in trucks and helicopters, entered the city in a hail of gunfire and explosives, dropping wave after wave of the beasts, but there was no end to them. The smaller monsters were easier to deal with. They were slow. But they have this nasty habit of coming in packs, with one acting as a meat shield for the other, until the wave of them reached you, at which point you were helpless.
But those were the easy ones.
There were others. They were faster, stronger, bigger, and more gruesome than their smaller, more common cousins. Many of them even had weapons. These beasts could take unbelievable amounts of damage, and continue on attacking as if nothing happened. You can blow of their heads and limbs and they will continue after you. Blood gushing from their wounds, slowly bleeding them out, but they won't go down easy. For every one of these behemoths you kill, you lose several of your own.
Were fighting a losing battle.
But if you know people, we keep on surviving, no matter what is happening.
The day those human rights fools released the Zeds, London knew hell. They tore apart the Horzine headquarters, bursting forth into the crowd of protesters, tearing them apart, limb from limb, removing their heads, and devouring their hearts. They eviscerated the crowd with the ferocity of a pack of wild lions on gazelle. Utter bloodbath.
Now, here hid a boy and girl, just passerby of the protest, wanting no involvement, and were now caught between the crossfire of man and mutant. Never before had they believed something like that was possible. They never believed that any of the sci-fi that they saw on TV, in books, movies, and video games had any grounds in reality. As they peered out the windows, watching the massacre unfold outside their little hiding spot, the shock from their experience truly began to set in.
As they were crossing the street on their way home from a lunch out, they passed by the protest against Horzine Biotech, and heard an explosion come from the building. Turning, they saw clouds of smoke, pluming from the building in front of the protesters. They thought that some extremist had bombed the front door to attain entrance, but that is when they had heard the screaming.
And not just the screams of humans. But monstrous, inhuman screams. Screams so wicked they sent chills down their spines. Screams so high, it near shattered their ear drums.
The crowd dispersed around them, and the man dragged the woman into a nearby storefront and they hid behind a counter, thinking that whatever was out there would not think to check some small, seemingly empty building. They peered out and saw a beast, red of skin, lacking his arms, one of which was replaced with a massive blade, charge a woman, severing her from hip to breast in one quick stroke, and charging on to the next as if the woman had never even been there. Smaller, almost human-like, creatures shambled across the streets in droves, devouring anyone unlucky enough to be alive in their presence. A monster covered in metal, skin afire in cracks, with a mask, and massive gun-like device attached to its arm, shot a fireball into the car of a pedestrians trying to escape the madness. Queer, spider-like mutants crawled up walls and trees. these things that looked like naked woman would appear in and out of visibility and moved with the swiftness of a hawk. More and more monstrous creatures appeared, tearing apart the city like a hot knife through butter, destroying any and all that came before them.
The police managed to drop a few of the weaker ones, and the SO19 teams moved in, but no man was trained for this. Killing a few, the rest moved in and defeated the men, with not so much as a dent put in the forces of the mutants.
They poured from every opening of the Horzine building like the endless streams one hears of in legends. There were no end to them. They just kept coming and coming.
Suddenly, a few of the slower mutants burst through the door of the shop they were in. Panicking, the man looked around for a weapon. Any weapon. In happenstance, he spied the security shotgun under the cashier's desk. He dived for the gun, revealing himself, but his dive was accurate. He snatched the gun, checked the chamber, cocked, flipped the safety, and blew buckshot straight into the chest of two of the creatures, blasting them back several feet. The other three moved in to counter him, but he was faster than they could move, he cocked again, and shot the closest one, tearing its shoulder off at the joint, reeling it. He was able to take out the second one, but his gun jammed. The final one reached him, and he collapsed trying to get away. He pushed on its chest with his foot, keeping it at bay, but barely and not for long. He fiddled with the chamber of the gun and finally got the shell released. He put the gun up to its head and pulled the trigger, blowing its head into a red mist, dispersing it from existence. He pushed the body off him, and got up, shaking.
Thinking fast, he grabbed the girl, and pulled her up. He checked the drawer for any more ammo, finding just one box. He took it, reloaded, and ran out the back door with the woman.
As soon as he exited, he spied two of the spider mutants coming down the walls, to which he knocked out in two clean shots.
He made a remark as to how growing up in the country gave him one benefit, at least.
They continued moving on down the alleyway, past many mangled corpses, and the occasional mutant, to which he responded to their haunting wails with gunfire.
Inching forward, as silently and quickly as they could, passing through the veil of darkness that clouded the alleyways, they made their way through the back end of London, working toward an old, empty sewer system that was unused by the city anymore. It dumped out into a ravine a few miles outside the city into the countryside that the man grew up in.
He knew of this route from his childhood, when he and his younger brother would adventure into the sewer, trying to sneak into the city against their mother's wishes. Those times suddenly seemed very far away to the man, now.
As they passed through an old archway, the man shot down two shambling mutants, tearing off one's head and blowing a gaping hole in the chest of the other.
He noticed that he was almost out of ammo.
Telling the woman to move quicker but quieter, they pressed on, slowly running out of time and ammunition. The man was beginning to worry if they would make it, because they had not the faintest idea of what awaits them further ahead, on the outskirts of the city. He also found it strange that he had not run into even a single other human being, besides the woman he was with.
They were about to reach the exit of the sewers, when a horrific scream pierced through the air and their eardrums, dropping them to their knees. Covering their ears, they felt as if the scream was tearing them apart.
The scream stopped, and they collapsed completely, virtually unable to move. The man strained to look up, and saw one of the mutants he had seen screaming when the outbreak started, shambling toward him with a multitude of other beasts behind it.
He couldn't move.
He couldn't save himself or the woman.
They could not escape…