A/N: Hey guys, quick note-I did NOT write these two chapters, they were written by my uncles who are completely awesome =D So enjoy ^_^

This first one was written by "Vocal Drummer".


November 24th, 2008

#248: We Still Fight

It feels about the same.

That feeling of fear. I don't know what's around the next corner. My brother turns to me, with a mixed look of concentration and fear in his eyes.

"They're still coming," he says, with a deep sigh.

"I know, don't worry, we can do this," is my only reply.

He moves forward slowly, taking cover by the rubble near the door. I hear his soft whisper through the darkness of the room. "It's clear, move up." I rush toward the pillar on the right, taking cover & setting myself up to cover him as he moves forward. My military training has been invaluable as we move forward in this formation, each of us covering the other as we make our way to the building ahead.

Then, they come, their maddening roars so deafening, breaking the silence of the night with ear shattering decibels.

"Open fire D!"

I can hear the automatic pop of his Lancer, & he screams at me "Contact, right side, moving on your position!" Prepared for close quarters combat, I rev my chainsaw, & my enemy comes around the corner of my cover, only to be hacked to pieces, screaming his last bestial cries before the pieces of his body fall to the floor. My vision is clouded by the mist of blood my chainsaw has kicked up, & I wait for it to clear.

They still come, undaunted by the fact that their comrades fall left & right in front of them. I feel the sharp sting of shrapnel pierce my arms, & my ears are suddenly ringing, the sounds of the firefight muted. This is bullshit. Still, after a moment, my hearing returns.

"Walter, last mag! I'm low on ammo!"

"Move to resupply, I'll keep you covered!" I open fire on them blindly, trying to get them to duck so he can move. Seeing tracer rounds fly in my direction, I smile half-heartedly. Good...their attention is on me now. Ducking behind my cover, I pull a grenade from my belt, prime it, & toss it into their midst. I can see the body parts flying in different directions, but one large beast still remains, & I panic, trying to unsling my lancer.

"D, it's a Boomer!" I'm panicking now, my weapon has jammed...goddamn reloads. The monster moves closer, lumbering toward me with no distraction. I can't hear my brother say anything. Fuck! I can't unjam this damned round. I'm sure I will meet my end here. I sling my lancer, drawing my pistol from its holster, & firing around the corner of my cover blindly. The ground shakes with each step, & I wait to hear the firing of its explosive weapon.

And then the sweet sounds of flesh tearing and bone splintering, & the echoing crack of a sniper round follows mere milliseconds later. Dennis smiles. "I got him!" I turn to check my 6, & he's perched behind a car, sniper rifle in hand.

I laugh, relieved as he picks off the remaining stragglers, all headshots. "In yo face muhfucca!" he screams.

It feels the same...that feeling of satisfaction, as we move forward to clear the last remaining Locust from this area.

But The Horde will come again, & keep coming.

We'll be ready.

-Constant Vigilance-