My Final Hours Ch.1 massacre
I knew that they weren't telling us everything. Umbrella always gave their mercenaries a thorough briefing before each mission. This mission had been covered in less than an hour briefing. Something was wrong, but I just couldn't place my finger on it. My squad consisted of fifteen men, which was much smaller than the other units that were about to be deployed. We had been sitting in the helicopter for quite awhile before my squad leader finally spoke to me.
"Keep your eyes open Scott!" he cried over the helicopter engines. I nodded before rechecking my weapon and ammo supply. We were about to rope our way onto a landing pad in the southern part of Raccoon city. I thought the name was horrible. Who could honestly be satisfied with naming their town after a raccoon? My mind came back on task as the men began throwing ropes out of the open sides of the helicopter. I stood up and followed Gomez down one of the ropes. My unit fanned out and began moving through the landing pad's buildings.
"I hear that we're going to be fighting some people that have lost their marbles." whispered Gomez. I shrugged and shoved open the door to the bottom level of the launch pad. After going down some winding stairs, we ended up in a large lobby. I flipped the safety off on my trusty M4A1 assault rifle. Sanders led the way out the front door. The streets were empty, but the air was toxic. The stench of death was everywhere. I also noted how dark it was, even though it was the afternoon. Webster started giving orders to the men. We moved in a staggered formation northward. I saw a sign for the uptown district. The silence of the squad was occasionally broken by gunfire and screaming. We were just turning onto a long, wide parking lot when Gomez held up a fist. We all stopped and checked our weapons. About fifty yards ahead was a person, standing with his back turned.
"You, are you hurt? we're here to rescue you!" called Gomez at the person's back. No acknowledgement was heard. Next Gomez picked up a stray rock and threw it at the person. The rock make a sickening squish as it embedded itself in the person's head. I opened my mouth in astonishment as the person began to turn. I could just barely make out the details. The light cast by a nearby streetlamp showed a grotesque face, skin peeling away, solid white eyes, and blood all over him. My brain knew what it was, but I still couldn't believe it. Zombie.
"rraaariaiaiaarrrr" moaned the creature as he started to lurch forward. His mouth opened and closed, as if he was hungry. Before long his moans were joined by more. Zombies began shuffling into the parking lot. Webster quickly organized us into a firing line.
" Fire! now!" cried the officer. I snapped my rifle up and fired a three round burst, catching the first zombie in the chest. The creature shrugged off the rounds and continued lurching towards us. I quickly changed my tactics as the other men began firing. Spent shell casings began littering the lot as the men poured on the pressure.
"Aim for the faces of these fuckers!" I shouted before blowing a zombie's head in two. the squad complied and the creatures started falling. The problem was that there were to many. The line became tighter as the monsters inched closer, even under the heavy fire of our assault rifles.
"Why won't they die"
"Shut up and keep shooting"
"Stay back"
"Aaaaahhhhhh!"
I could barely hear them over my rifle, our line started to collapse as the zombies came within Melee range. One zombie grabbed Gomez before tearing a large chunk out of his neck. Gomez screamed as the monster began to chew. I quickly blasted my way through the zombie horde. The squad was decimated. Webster tried to help one of them stand after being bitten, but was grabbed from behind. The monsters bit hard into the soldiers, even as the humans continued firing. The amount of bullets being fired dwindled as the squad became scattered across the lot. We were surrounded. I screamed as more of them advanced on me. My rifle clicked empty. I hammered a new magazine into the chamber and started fighting toward a group of men backing towards a carpentry shop.
"Look out!" I cried. I wasn't loud enough. Zombies crashed through the large windows. The men were taken by surprise. Screaming, gunfire, grenades, Moans. I heard many things during the next ten minutes. I stood in the middle of the lot, firing at anything moving. They encircled me before moving in. I spun on my heels, shooting until my rifle went dry again.
"Eat this bastards!" I cried as I blasted a hole into the face of a woman with my sidearm. A smile played across my lips before I unhooked a grenade. I waited a couple more seconds before priming the weapon. I quickly shoved one of the zombies aside while dropping the bomb. My feet left the ground as the explosion from the grenade lifted me off the ground. I landed in a heap at the west side of the parking lot. I felt terrible, and suddenly blacked out. During that time I dreamt. I could see my squad running away from something. I tried to run beside them, but no matter how hard I ran I couldn't catch them. The men were firing at something in the shadows. I tripped and quickly looked above me. The squad was being eaten alive. One of the zombies bit me, then I woke up. I slowly regained conciousness. There was something that felt like a mosquito biting my left shoulder blade.
"FUCK!" I shouted when I realized what was biting me. One of the zombies had lived. I quickly rolled to the right and face the attacker. It had one eye missing, and had no lips. It looked like it was smiling as I shoved my handgun into its mouth and squeezed the trigger. Blood splashed everywhere. I breathed heavily as I stood up. A few seconds later I vomitted.