New Mombassa, Earth.
"Headlong" Sector.
The sound of muffled thumps echoed in the floor, as four black-armored ODSTs ran up the staircase. Behind them, a dozen moaning zombies, chased after them.
"Roar!" shouted one of the zombies, and it tried to say something else, but its vocal cords were long since ripped out, and it made nothing but gibberish. One of the ODSTs turned, with dual M6Cs in hand, fired a round from each.
"Eat this," he said. The bullets connected with the zombie's head, and his body tumbled down. One of the figures turned, and ran after the body, shouting wild things after it.
The ODST emptied both of his clips into the oncoming horde, and ejected the spent clips, as he dashed up the staircase, following his fellow comrades. He jumped over a barricade of boxes, set up by the Humans on their last stand here. The ODSTs waited, weapons drawn.
Pica, one of the four, had a Warthog chain-gun, taken from the Warthog that one of the earlier survivors managed to bring into the base, pointed squarely at the corridor where the boxes were set up. The ODSTs had made stand here earlier, but the zombies had overwhelmed the defenses, and the ODSTs were forced to retreat by jumping out of a nearby window, and down to the corridor below. A squad of Marines had accompanied them earlier, but now they had joined the ranks of the zombies attacking them.
The ODSTs, with the zombies behind them, managed to arrive at Main Street, and held off an advance for two hours, until, until something arrived. Half of the ODSTs were taken out, half by the new arrival, the others by the hungry, and savage zombies.
The last five ODSTs retreated, back to the building they were in now, nicknamed the Base. But not before the fifth ODST, Navy, was promptly ambushed, and killed by a zombie. Now he, too, wandered with the green team horde.
One of the zombies moaned, and slowly made his way up the staircase, and approached the barricade. The leader of the ODSTs recognized him, he was part of his squad: Ramos.
Behind Ramos, three more zombies followed, and jumped up over the railing next to the corridor, three more swung their way through the barricade, sending boxes flying, and three more behind them brought up the rear.
"My, they must really want us," remarked Pica.
"Let 'em have it!" shouted Neo, the leader of the ODSTs. Pica opened up with the LAAG, unloading thousands of rounds into the nine attacking zombies. Reaver and Chaos, the other two ODSTs fired too, giving support with their SMGs and Magnums. The angry zombies crumpled before the onslaught. The nine fell, and the air was quiet. Black smoke still hung in the air. One of them tried to get up and slash the ODSTs, but Reaver promptly hit him in the head with the butt of his Magnum. Neo, Reaver, and Chaos reloaded their guns, while Pica watched over them with her LAAG.
"We got lucky that time!" exclaimed Reaver. "Don't you think we should move on, sir?"
"It's only a matter of time now," said Neo. "The city is probably overrun by now, and there must be hundreds outside, waiting for us. This is, most likely, the safest place in all of New Mombassa. Unless something miraculous happens, we probably won't be leaving here, alive."
"Those damn bastards…why did they have to release this virus across the city?" Asked an angry Chaos.
"I don't think they did it on purpose. I doubt even the Covenant would do something like this," Neo said.
"Yeah right," Chaos retorted. And he sat down onto one of the boxes that had been knocked away from the door. The group lay silent for a moment, but Reaver spoke up.
"I have an idea, hold on," he said, and he slowly crouched over to the window at his left, weapons in pointing upward. He looked outside, and activated his helmet's binocular vision. He took a quick sweep of the city, and stealth fully crouched back to Neo.
"Alright, it's clear down there, surprisingly. Those ugly bastards must have found a nice little orphanage or something," Reaver said, grimly. "There are two Warthogs across from us, parked near that incomplete building. They're probably no more than 500 yards away; we can quickly get in and get out of here."
"Good. They might also have a workable radio, we can use it to contact for some backup from Umbrella Corp, or the UNSC." Muffled thumps resounded from the stairway below them, and the whole team quickly brought their weapons to ready: aimed at the corridor and stairs in front of them.
"They're comin', sir. We should probably roll out now," said Reaver. Neo nodded to Reaver, turned, and nodded to Pica, made a few gestures, and Pica nodded back, she aimed her chain-gun squarely at the stairs. Neo dashed to the window and leaped out, with Reaver and Chaos behind him. The trio landed on the catwalk below the Base, and jumped down once more, and made a straight dash towards the pair of Warthogs.
Behind them, chain-gun fire rattled from the Base, and muffled thumps hit the floor of the third story of the Base. Neo jumped into the driver seat of one, while Reaver clambered up into the turret, and Chaos got into the passenger seat. Neo looked up to the window. The chain-gun fire stopped, but Neo could not discern any movement coming from the Base. Damn, they must have got her. Zombies jumped out from the window, and ran out of both exits of the Base, and Neo decided that he wasn't going to be waiting any longer. He hit the accelerator, and drove straight into the horde of zombies. They clawed at the Warthog, smelling the fresh meat of the humans.
Three of them were run over, and the Warthog continued onward, unrelenting. Chaos and Reaver didn't let up on their trigger fingers. Thousands of rounds were launched from the Warthogs, and the attacking zombies were quickly mowed down. Neo started driving to Main Street, where they had held out earlier. Chaos turned on the radio.
"To any Human forces, civilian or military in the area, this is ODST Special Team Alpha, sent into the Hive to terminate the spread of the T-Virus. Does anyone read me, over? We require immediate evac." Chaos spoke rather urgently, and Neo noticed this. He couldn't help but thinking, his best man on his team was nervous? Neo got nervous at that thought too.
The radio was silent for a few moments, but a muffled voice responded. "This is Umbrella Corporation Pelican Victor 907. Your situation is understood, and we have you on our sites. Negative on your request; it's to hot down their to make a safe landing. Most of the city has been 'evaced anyway. Rumor has it that New Mombassa is getting nuked in a few hours, we need to be out of here now. Sorry we can't help, Victor 907 out."
"Damn!" shouted Chaos, slamming his fist into the radio.
"What now, sir?" asked Reaver.
"I suggest we go to the station, and see how long we can hold out till someone else—"
"Wait!" shouted Reaver. "Look! The city Second Street block is open. Now's our chance to get out of here!" True to what he said, the massive, Titanium-A doors that blocked off traffic, and were used often during the Covenant invasion to divide the Covenant, and now to keep the zombies in the city, were open.
"Not so fast, soldier." Neo held up his hand, but the Warthog swerved, and he quickly put it back on the steering wheel. "While it might mean our way out, it also mean's their way out too. We have to reseal the gate, and get out of here alive," said Neo, as calmly as he could.
"That's suicide, sir. We can't seal the gate, and get out of here alive," responded Reaver.
"I know, but it's our duty. If our deaths mean that billions, and I mean billions of lives will be saved by the death of all these zombies, and not spread out to the rest of the world, then it's worth it."
"Right, sir." Neo drove the Warthog back onto the main road, and onto the bridge which lead to the open gate but…
"Sir! Look out! The bridge is still incomplete!" Shouted Reaver. Neo didn't try to slam on the brakes, instead he pushed the Warthog to it's maximum speed, and the Warthog flew right over the massive crane that was in between the gate and the bridge and…
CRASH! The Warthog had safely landed on the other side.
"Whew!" exhaled Neo, in triumph. "Now we just have to figure out how to seal the gate off, and keep these creeps here."
"That's not going to be easy, sir," said Chaos, as he pointed all around the Warthog. Neo looked around, and gasped. Thousands of zombies from all sides charged at the Warthog, clawing for blood, and moaning rather loudly.
"Oh shit."