Intro...
"Damn it!" The sounds of gunfire and bullets ricocheting pierced my ears, but I didn't have time to dally around. My name is Aya Brea, and I work for the NYPD (New York Police Department, that is), 17th Precinct. I've been working here for about six months, so I guess you could call me a rookie. Enough about me for now, I have a monster to kill.
Chapter One: Guns and Monsters
I dashed down the hall, flinging my back against the wall, my head looking down the opposite way, my pistol pointed away from me. Geez, I'm not going to get anywhere with this puny weapon. I had a large, heavy sack on my back, which made it hard for me to run. But with a monster like this, it was necessary. I forced my pistol into the holster and swung my sack around in front of me. I dropped it, and it made a heavy noise. I could feel the monster coming, that's how I knew it was close.
Now I guess you're wondering why a cop, like me, especially a rookie, is fending off monsters. Yeah, so do I. I was infected with something called "Mitochondria". Don't ask, I'll explain that later. I whipped out a shotgun just in time. Lucky for me, it was already fully loaded. I quickly sidestepped and jumped back, firing the weapon at the eight-foot creature; it's slime gliding off its body like sweat. I cringed. I never thought I'd see something THIS ugly in my entire life. Expect the unexpected.
"What the hell!" The shots rang out, but the large bullets seemed to only scrape this atrocious thing. I grabbed my pack and ran for the dickens; I needed another plan...and quick! I stumbled into a smaller hall where I searched the pack. Kunihiko didn't pack my bazooka...but he did pack these...weird objects. Oh well, I'll just use this grenade.
A thought popped into my head. "Good thinking..." I waited until I could feel the footsteps, then I leaped out of hiding, pulled the pin out with my mouth, and flung the hand-grenade into the monster's mouth. If this didn't work, then I was screwed. Compared to this monster, none of my artillery seemed to have any effect on it. I ran back to my hiding spot, ducked and covered my head. Then came a loud explosion; slime and innards were splattered, and some of it catapulted its way over to me. I groaned as some of the mucus slapped my head, oozing all over my blonde hair. Gross.
"Damn it!" The sounds of gunfire and bullets ricocheting pierced my ears, but I didn't have time to dally around. My name is Aya Brea, and I work for the NYPD (New York Police Department, that is), 17th Precinct. I've been working here for about six months, so I guess you could call me a rookie. Enough about me for now, I have a monster to kill.
Chapter One: Guns and Monsters
I dashed down the hall, flinging my back against the wall, my head looking down the opposite way, my pistol pointed away from me. Geez, I'm not going to get anywhere with this puny weapon. I had a large, heavy sack on my back, which made it hard for me to run. But with a monster like this, it was necessary. I forced my pistol into the holster and swung my sack around in front of me. I dropped it, and it made a heavy noise. I could feel the monster coming, that's how I knew it was close.
Now I guess you're wondering why a cop, like me, especially a rookie, is fending off monsters. Yeah, so do I. I was infected with something called "Mitochondria". Don't ask, I'll explain that later. I whipped out a shotgun just in time. Lucky for me, it was already fully loaded. I quickly sidestepped and jumped back, firing the weapon at the eight-foot creature; it's slime gliding off its body like sweat. I cringed. I never thought I'd see something THIS ugly in my entire life. Expect the unexpected.
"What the hell!" The shots rang out, but the large bullets seemed to only scrape this atrocious thing. I grabbed my pack and ran for the dickens; I needed another plan...and quick! I stumbled into a smaller hall where I searched the pack. Kunihiko didn't pack my bazooka...but he did pack these...weird objects. Oh well, I'll just use this grenade.
A thought popped into my head. "Good thinking..." I waited until I could feel the footsteps, then I leaped out of hiding, pulled the pin out with my mouth, and flung the hand-grenade into the monster's mouth. If this didn't work, then I was screwed. Compared to this monster, none of my artillery seemed to have any effect on it. I ran back to my hiding spot, ducked and covered my head. Then came a loud explosion; slime and innards were splattered, and some of it catapulted its way over to me. I groaned as some of the mucus slapped my head, oozing all over my blonde hair. Gross.