So I mustered up to do this one chapter for now, see what you'll think. Putting in a little mix in with some specially new characters out of Jormungand/Black Lagoon and some American Marine action (Oorah!). Making this a sequel as well with some prologue of some sort. Might put a little back story of Alpha Providence, the newly introduced OC mercenary/PMC group. Enjoy...
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT! The characters for HOTD is not in this yet, they will be shown next chapter. Reason being is to get this emotional stuff out of the way and see what happened to Tucker before I go on. The story will leave off when Takashi and his group arrived at the Police Station. Heads up on that one. NOW enjoy...
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Two dark grey MRAP 6x6 rolls down a street through a small shopping district. As the gunners of these two MRAPs were two masked people, unable to see the identity of their faces. Behind their dark lenses of the eyes sockets of their hardened masks, they kept their eyes peeled on the sides of the streets for any more of 'them'. With their numbers decreased along with their morale, they're current objective is to get out of there alive back to their HQ vessel adrift at sea around the Japanese main island and form a new plan of their objectives. Since the EMP blast, their radio systems built in their masks were rendered useless, so a simple call for help was long since out of the equation. In the lead vehicle, a guy with the name of Tucker seated at the back of the Humvee with a dark red faded stripe going down the left eye socket of his rubber and metal plated dark mask taps at his wrist dock computer firmly fitted to his forearm, reading through their coordinates. Luckily, their mercenary group, Alpha Providence, was one of the most highly technical private military force to ever come into existence, meaning that the EMP blast had only brought these guy's wrist computers down to only being capable of reading their GPS position and what not; the little simple stuff.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK", Patterson, a curvy woman seated beside the driver, shouts whilst stomping her boot against the dash board. Her neon blue pony tail hung loosely down her back and against her seat, though below her mask she hid an irritated anger. "We should've went in there and pulled our guys out! I mean, we had that fucking chance!"
"Yeah, well we're not too far from that shithole now", Breckon, the driver, replies with his southern country accent. He rested the cheek of his mask against his gloved hand, gazing out the windshield with a hidden downer look. "Why not skip on back there so you can shut your cock hole already?"
"So basically, you're telling our dead friends 'Hey guys, fuck off'?"
The gunner of that MRAP, Gabriel, stomps his foot down on his standing support. "Hey guys, just shut up down there and pay attention." His voice had a tint of a Persian accent mixed in there.
"Oh yeah", Patterson exclaims. "Seems like I'm the only one here who cares of our fallen."
"Everyone, listen the fuck up", Tucker shouts at the back, loud enough to bring the commotion to a complete, dead silence. "We move forward and stay alive. Remember what your sister told us before we left her, Patterson? She said to keep moving without looking back." One of the deceased, being Patterson's sister, was deeply in love with Tucker. He was the one that saved her from an ambush in Afghanistan. In fact, he was the reason why she left the Air Force for Alpha Providence. And now, she's gone. She took her own life with a bullet in her head right in front of him just three days ago as the bridge evacuation became a bust, not to add that she was bitten.
The silence grew heavier within the Humvee.
Then, the silence broke with screeching tires from behind.
The following MRAP scurs and flips over as it hit an abandoned car, soon landing into an 18 wheeler with a hard crash due to the speed of the large vehicle. The lead MRAP came to a stop, then out came Tucker and Patterson with their rifles up as Gabriel took aim of his .50 to the crash site and Breckon just watching. The rifle Tucker is using is an HK416A5 rifle with a navy digital camo. He kept his eyesight through to the red chevron of the ACOG scope with his trigger finger easing on the trigger the closer he got. Patterson had an M16A4 with an M203 mounted to the underbarrel, her eyes fixated through the iron sights of her rifle around the vehicle. The windshield of the tipped over MRAP was kicked out from someone inside, then out crawled onto the pavement from the large vehicle.
"S-Sir, I had to kill t-them", the man spoke up to Tucker weakly. Tucker hurries to him with his rifle slung around to his side. "One of them turned and went out and b-bit everyone else... It happened too fast..."
Tucker glances around the guy's body, finding a bite mark here and there along his forearm. "Sorry Alpha, but I gotta cut you loose."
Though, the man shook his head with the little strength he had. "I-I've got it, sir. Alpha forever..." As Tucker stood from the guy, the guy took a sidearm from his hip and aims it beneath his chin where the mask could not reach. Without the need of witnessing another guy to do this, Tucker turns away just as the pistol fired off. Patterson was already in that tipped over MRAP vehicle, finding no other survivors.
"Fuck!" Tucker cursed aloud, then headed back to his MRAP. "Is Heckler doing alright back here?"
Breckon glances at the back area, finding two people seated with a limp and strapped to the seats. "By the looks of it, yeah. They're still out, but fine."
Tucker sighs deeply as he walks to the back and Patterson taking the passenger's with a huff. "The explosive is set." She says without emotion. "Drive on."
The MRAP rolls forward then sped up before the crashed MRAP went up in flames and twisted metal from the block of C4 set in the interior. This sort of thing is regulations for Alpha Providence in order to maintain a secrecy on their technology, intel, and personnel. The short process is grave, but a must. Right when the explosion went off, everyone shuddered and lets out their own curse word, though Tucker just staring down at the floor of the interior, his rifle set beside him. Beneath that mask, he hid an empty look.
Gabriel gazes around with the .50 trained to wherever his eyes were set. It wasn't long before he taps the roof of the MRAP, grabbing everyone's attention and causing the MRAP to slow down just a bit. "We have a single hostile to a street to the right." Ahead was a four-way intersection with a single zombie limping around aimlessly near the center of the roads. Everyone's attention was trained on that one zombie as they roll in closer and closer... Then they all let out a breath of relief to see that there was no other more of 'them'.
Tucker chuckles weakly at their over exaggeration, then spoke up. "Nothing but one of those damn bast-..."
"Wait, there's more of them to our left", Heckler calls out, suddenly awake from his minor concussion wound he had achieved earlier that morning by a blast from those they left behind. "And there's a fuck load of them!"
Tucker pushed aside the thought of how he had waken up suddenly, but looks forward to the street ahead. As Brecken was about to speed out of there, more of 'them' began to stumble into view from the surrounding houses and vehicles. So then Tucker decided to open the rear door and gaze out to the large crowding of 'them' closing up their rear escape and slowly making their way towards the idle MRAP.
"Fuck, sir", Brecken says with a quiver in his voice. "How the hell did they catch us up like this? What do we do?"
Patterson exits out the door with her rifle in hand, firing off round after round on semi auto at the closing in zombies. "We take them on, what else?!"
Tucker bit his lip then steps out through the rear and yells out, "Brecken, get your ass out here! We're holding it here; there's way too many to just plow them through. Gabriel! Light them the fuck up!"
"And what about me, sir", Heckler asks, unstrapping himself and reaching for his SCAR-L rifle.
"You stay there and watch your bro, wake him the fuck up or something." Then, Tucker left out after shutting the rear doors to a close. He raises his rifle to the incoming zombies, switching off the safety to full auto and sending out powerful two round bursts at whichever of 'them' came close enough to his 'Danger Zone'. "Heard me Gabriel?! UNLOAD ON THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Gabriel smirks, pulling back the bolt and pressing both thumbs on the trigger, the jolt of each rapid round sent up through his arms painfully. "Oo-fucking-rah sir!" Gabriel, Tucker, Heckler, and Patterson are allowed to say the lingo 'Oorah' because before all this, they were in the Marine Corps. "Get some you undead fucks!"
Brecken sighs, dragging out his M240B LMG and couches on the pavement with that hell-of-a-gun raised up to the street nobody else took. Then, he unleashes the rapid, deadly firepower onto the large crowd of 'them', the street where there was just that one zombie but suddenly crowded with a ton more. Aside from that firepower, the best they actually got is that sweet .50 cal MG, mowing down one after another with great power enough to tear through their limbs and rip through one or two more behind that first unlucky bastard. This street had just become a warzone for these six mercs. As this warzone had gone on and on, they finally succumbed to this amusement. Each body dropped and each pint of blood spilled, each person but Heckler and his brother inside the MRAP lets out a laughter or a deadly smile beneath their masks.
Finally, 'they' had broken closer to the squad. A single zombie reach out its arm to Patterson, grabbing her arm as she was reloading her M16A4 rifle. With a growl, Patterson smacks the zombie with the butt of her rifle then tosses it aside, reaching for her SIG SAUER P229 and popping off rounds to the close crowd of 'them'. The street Gabriel was mowing down became much more dense even for that powerful weapon he uses to slaughter the growing crowd. Brecken was lowered down to using his Glock 18 at 'them' nearly face-to-face. Heckler was going around, giving everyone as much help as they needed. Tucker was down to his blade, a MKII knife. He stabs one after another through their temple, sending uppercuts and high kicks to the side of their skulls. Even each fighting blow was enough to render each of 'them' lifeless... For good.
Time passes to mid-afternoon. Everyone was pushed back to the MRAP.
Patterson sat in her passenger's seat, kicking each of 'them' in the face to keep them back as Brecken hurries over to her side to help her, leaving the street he was covering.
"Fuck, we're so fucked", Patterson screams through her clenched teeth, terrified as one of 'them' gapes open their mouths over her leg. But before it chomps down, Brecken tackles that son-of-a-bitch down to the ground and uses his mask to beat the hell out of it's face until it became unrecognizable.
"Fuck this shit", Brecken swore, out of breath.
Patterson raises her pistol up at the swarming crowd, then glances to Brecken, leaning his side to the MRAP to catch his breath. "Brecken, MOVE!"
Before Brecken looks to Patterson, two of 'them' pushes him against the MRAP and chews down on his fleshy shoulder. But, Brecken pushes them off with all his strength and stomps his boot down on the one that fell to the ground on his skull, crushing it. Tucker and Heckler were at the rear doors, crouched inside and firing off their pistols to the swarm of the undead. So Brecken hurries around to the back. "We've gotta move, sir."
Tucker looks down at Brecken, a hidden horror under his mask as he seen the bite mark on his shoulder. "What the fuck?"
Patterson screams out of irritation at the passenger's seat as she rushes out, going hand to hand at 'them'. "I've had it with you assholes!"
Brecken glances out to where Patterson had run off to, and it seems to be towards the crowd of 'them'. "Patterson, get your ass back-..."
Though, he was cut off as he had seen her disappear in the crowd of 'them', which lowers down to their food.
"Patterson!" Brecken shouts at the top of his lungs over the gunfire of Gabriel and his .50 cal. Suddenly, he was pulled back by 'them'. Quickly, Tucker and Heckler grabs Brecken by his arms.
"Fuck", Tucker exclaims. "Hang the fuck on!"
Brecken could feel 'them' chewing away at his legs from behind, yelling out in pain. "Agh, FUCK!" He then looks to Tucker right in the eye sockets of his masks with his own sky blue eyes, the show of pain visible in his eyes. "Sir, get everyone out of here. Save all you can, sir. PROMISE ME THAT!" Before Tucker could open his mouth to speak, Brecken reaches for Heckler's pistol, ripping it out of his grasp and aims it to his temple, firing a shot through his skull.
Slowly, Heckler and Tucker lets him go and shuts the rear doors as 'they' feast on the corpse. Tucker punches and kicks the wall of the interior out of frustration, cursing every word there is in the book. But for Brecken to kill himself with a bullet in his head like Patterson's sister? That took balls. A lot of it.
Heckler sighs and mutters a curse. Outside, an explosion was heard, then another.
"Oi, move your arse and get fucking moving you bastards", Gabriel shouts from the .50 cal. "I've dropped some grenades, so there's an opening. It's closing fucking fast, so move it! Take Farley too!"
Heckler grabs Farley, his passed out brother with a worse head trauma wound than Heckler, then carries him over to the passenger's seat. Outside, there was an opening between the crowd of 'them' to the street on the right. So he carries his brother towards that opening, limping a bit with each step. Tucker hurries out, looking up to Gabriel. "Let's go, you Persian fuck!" He then turns and hurries to Heckler.
Gabriel hops out the gunner's hole and jumps down from the roof onto the bloody pavement and hurries after Tucker and Heckler. He glances down at what seems to be Patterson's mask, then grimaced. Gabriel trips over with a twist in his ankle, but continues on with a limp. "Fuck... Shit..." He goes through the outcomes of this injury, every single outcome. Then stops and looks down at his black tactical MOLLE vest, which contained empty clip holders and some grenade pouches. With a sigh, he glances up at Tucker, Heckler, and Farley as they near a market district. "Sir! I'm staying behind!"
Tucker and Heckler stops, looking to Gabriel as if he was crazy. "Get the fuck moving!" Tucker shouts impatiently.
Gabriel took out two grenades and looks past Tucker and Heckler to the crowd of 'them' ahead. "I'm moving, sir." Then, he starts to limp quickly over to them... Then past them. He limps fast and faster towards that crowd. Tucker quickly caught on then hurries after Gabriel.
"Gabriel", Tucker yells out. "NO!"
He was then pushed back by the force of the explosion.
Slowly, Tucker got up with a groan. He looks down that street leading to the market district, seeing a crater in the pavement with a few bodies scattered about. And to add to that, Heckler came behind Tucker with his mask missing and clothes drenched in blood. "Sir... They've got him..."
Tucker looks to Heckler, seeing the mess and those words, then puts it all together as his mind came back. "Oh shit..."
Tucker looks behind Heckler to try to see, but Heckler turns Tucker around and pushes him forward. "Just go."
"Wait, what about you?"
Heckler rolls up his Tru Spec black shirt, revealing a gaping wound there. "They got me too..."
Tucker was speechless, so Heckler grins thinly as he continues.
"I've got some C4 blocks set up around here. Remember when I was running around? Heh... I set it around the corners of the streets. Even tossed one to where they dragged Brecken... I didn't even think Patterson would say she wanted to strap one to herself. It'll be going off soon." He fell to his knees, then rolls onto his back. Tucker helps him to sit up, finding himself facing a zombie nearly right in front of him. So he aims his pistol up at it and fires a shot through its eye, falling down right next to Tucker and Heckler. Heckler then grabs his rifle slung to his side and reloads it, as he couldn't do so earlier because of the rapid waves of 'them'. "Now..." He aims it at the swarm of 'them' down that road back towards their MRAP and began firing, a full auto SCAR-L and a semi auto M1911. "MOVE IT! NOW!"
Tucker froze a moment. "No. No, no, NO! We're getting the fuck outta here, you and me. Saw what the fuck happened? We lost everyone in our damn squad, even in squad 3-9 AND 7-0. I AM NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU LIKE THIS YOU CRAZY FUCK!" Just as he said that, he found a few packs of C4 strapped to the back of Heckler's MOLLE vest. "Shit... What the fuck are you doing?"
"SAVING YOUR ASS!" Heckler continues to fire nonstop, the jolts in his arms by the small arms firepower making him yell of both pain and adrenaline. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND DO OUR JOB! SAVE ALL YOU CAN AND GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" He dumps an empty mag out his M4 and reloads another, nearing his last. "I've got the det ready, so I suggest you get out of the fuck zone or this is all for nothing."
Tucker grimaces and yells out, "FUCK!" He rips Heckler's dog tags from his neck, then grabs his face to look into his eyes, which had grown purple beneath them of exhaustion, probably from the virus. "I swear, I will make this all worth it." He felt tears streak down his cheeks under his mask. "Semper fi... Alpha forever..." Despite the voice behind that respirator making it sound like a robot sort of, it was heard in deep meaning by Heckler.
Heckler smirks, pushing him aside. "Damn your soft... Go on before you make me regret this shit."
And so, Tucker left without another word, sprinting from that godforsaken area. Once he ran a few blocks away, he heard it. The distant explosion sounded off. No more... No more pain. No more people to get close to. No more like this... This had gone through Tucker's head as he stumbles down the lonely street.
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So much suicide, huh? Thinking that there's no way? Don't worry, I'll explain in depth about Alpha Providence and how they are willing to give up their own lives for reason so easily. Anyway, HCLI In Roanopur will continue on, just found inspiration for this at the moment. Calm your tits if they aren't. How is this? Bad? Why is it bad?... Oh, no HOTD characters? Yeah, well, next chapter. Having some emotion time felt needed first, SO DO NOT WORRY!