"Oh god! OH GOD! OH GOD!"
There was blood everywhere, the pulsing arteries of the already dead humans, or those drowning on their own blood as their legs, arms or even face were being bitten off by the ghouls, gnawed on while they're still alive some screamed and some shook violently as they stared at a ghoul munching on their intestines. Private G. Frost was the apparent last survivor and the ghouls were everywhere, on all sides of him. He felt his hands shake, and he dropped his weapon on the ground and clawed into the wall desperately. The gnashing teeth and extended arms were coming ever closer. He could almost hear the diabolical laughs now... wait what?
The laughter echoed throughout the room, and a man in old red clothing appeared before him. The back of the man that was laughing faced Frost. Who started sobbing and praising god for sparing his life... even if he did know that Alucard was a crazy and diabolical monster. Who was absolutely heartless and only existed to kill stuff, human, vampire and ghoul alike. Frost's hands continued to shake and then Alucard turned his head towards Frost and uttered a single word. "Boo." He said with a malicious grin, then started mowing the ghouls down... meanwhile G. Frost screamed like a schoolgirl who just saw her mother die and get ripped limb from limb and then sliced open by sheer strength and the teeth of one of those freakish monsters of death. "I've had enough of this FUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!" He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he picked up the weapon he dropped and started running down the hallway, guns blazing. Blowing apart ghoul faces. Sending body parts flying all over the fucking place. Then he slipped... and died... well his pride did anyways.
He was sent gliding across the floor using the blood of his fallen comrades against his face and body as a lubricant. It was still warm and the taste was metallic and bitter at the same time. Like salt mixed with sweaty ass. Maybe it's the body sweat or... did somebody shit themselves?
He watched as the corridor neared it's end but couldn't do anything except accept the fact that he was about to die... so he closed his eyes... and his speed gradually decreased and he tapped his head against the end of the corridor. "Private Frost, What the fuck are you doing?! Get the fuck off the floor and fire your fucking weapon!" He heard a voice, but turned his head only to find Sergeant McGee get lunged at by a lone Ghoul who just bit furiously and ripped the jugular of Frost's sergeant out. McGee's eyes were wide with horror as he screamed, but only gurgly cries came forth... "Sarge! NOOOO!" Cried Frost, the distant gunshots of Alucard mixed with even louder laughter at the suffering of humans was obnoxious. "Don't worry, Sarge! I'll carry out your last order!" He aimed at the Ghoul munching on his former Sergeant who was still choking and coughing, he was twitching and turning as he tried to breath, futile efforts... the ghoul held him down as it slowly closed it's jaw on his nose, and upper-lip... then with a hideous crack of bone and the smushing of fresh human flesh... the Ghoul started pulling it's mouth back and the flesh stretched... ripped and finally teared. The Sergeant was still alive... So Frost put one in his Sarge's face and then the Ghoul's face.
He turned and opened fire on the mass of ghouls immediately... He heard a comm-check. "All Blue-team Units... what is your status?"
"We're all fucking dead!" G. Frost shouted into the comms, Alucard just laughed even louder...
TO BE CONTINUED?!