The Blaze of Glory and Honor

by Ninoslav

Sometimes when you are sick of running, sick of hiding, and tired of surviving in this dead world,then all you want is to die, and what better way to die, then take your enemies to hell with you. this is my first Gaming story, judge, and judge harshly, find every mistake, and say how would you like the story to be, and if you think parts of the story have gaps point it out.

Fire and smoke...it is all i can see. is this death...or am still in this valley of Tears...the sharp pain in my sides suggests this is still life, i am not yet for the realm of the dead...I am so tired...so tired of running, so tired of pure instinctive surviving! Clenching my teeth i crawl myself near the wall, and sit myself...as i see my only brother Meta Knight shooting, bloody dripping from him, the blood of the undead ,and his own, mixing into a pool of red glowing liquid in the scorching sun. He was always stronger than me, unwilling to succumb to anything. just like the day i first met him, it was mere 10 days ago, when the infection still grew, although it feels like years have passed since then. He was battered in the alley where i stumbled upon him, cut, chewed, and yet ...breathing, corpses of his enemies all around him. Too stubborn to die. i patched him up with med kit. He was one of the immunes, humans that can't be infected by the foul virus of the undead. Same as me, although doubtful of him, i grew to trust him, as we saved each other's lives on multiple occasions. And now in this dark hour, he shares my last dying moments, as he tries to protect me while i am barely holding my insides from spilling out...it is a hopeless battle, a death sentence for both of us...the rest of the survivors left us for dead ,saving their own behinds, i don't blame them ,the fear was stronger than them, and yet we stood, sick of the running ,deciding we would rather die in battle, then run for the last of our short days. as i try to grasp my ak47, i realize, that i can't lift my arm, it is broken by Chargers insanely strong hit...I lift my head, covered in my blood, and see the Meta Knight, he spent the last of his ammo, and used his m16 as a bat, hitting as he gets cut from hundreds of undead attacking us. In his last moments he gazes upon me, his eyes telling me it is time. as he is pulled down to the ground by the undead battering him to the death...i feel the darkness overcoming me...the peace shows itself in the form of the sweet release of death, yet I can't die, not yet anyway. I must do my part…Meta Knight did his, with his last ounces of strength he held the horde long enough for me to do what is right, what must be done! I grasped with my left hand, the near broken detonator for the massive c4 explosive pile we stocked on one place, in order to bring the hell upon the beasts that are now no longer humans. Clicking the button…..and there was no reaction, I hit it again…nothing. The damn thing is broken, I drop it as it shatters while hitting the ground, and in that moment I see something astounding. Meta Knight pushing of the zombies on top of him, his left arm missing, his stomach split open, and he throws his gun to me before letting out his last breath and dying. I grab it, the pain unbearable, and aim it towards the gas barrel we put near C4 Explosive, as I barely utter the words "Save me a place at the Bar in the Afterlife Meta, I am coming with you." As I pull the trigger, bullet cutting the Air and hitting the gas canister, the last things I saw before I died are great heat and light, but just before the flames consume me, I let out a grin, a mockery of the undead growling and running towards me. And then the loud roar of the bombs detonating one after another The quantity of the explosions were great, and near half of the city was destroyed in the explosions, marking the last stand of Ninoslav and Meta Knight, brothers, their brotherhood forged in the battle, and ended in the battle, as they took many thousands of enemies with them, dying in the blaze of glory.

The End