Gunfire rang out everywhere. What was once background noise, distant and dull, was now real and close. A wide range of sounds could be heard, from the explosions created by Boomshot rounds, to blood curdling screams.
Outside of houses people where calling out to family members, urging them to stay inside and away from the imminent threat. The Stranded weren't monsters like the COG led everyone to believe. They where human beings just like those COG fascists. They weren't just parasites living on the ass of society. Granted some where nothing but criminals and dissidents that disserved to be shot. Atleast that's what Dizzy thought.
Dizzy and Jasmine kept making their way toward the action. Weaving through alleyways and back streets. Their goal was like a X on a damn map. Head toward the large column of smoke and the intensifying sounds of the fight. Finally they crossed into the main street where the bulk of the fighting had taken place.
"Take care of the Fat Ones first!" yelled Gary, the leader of the Stranded camp. Jasmine had immediately went to work. She ran toward the first group of guys taking cover behind an over turned car. Out of the three of them, one had been shot, and Jas did just what she was trained to do. Dizzy ran out and took cover behind a road block some fifteen feet away from her.
About twenty feet behind Dizzy, the Stranded had set up a Troika Machine Gun Turret. They knew how to salvage enemy tech and use it against them. The man on the turret was plowing through those damn grubs. The Stranded forces hid behind cars, road blocks, building debris, and other assorted cover. They kept hammering away at the Locust, with shotgun, Hammerburst, and assorted pistol fire. Hell someone even had a Boomshot, and took out a good many Grubs out with it.
Dizzy peeked around his cover. There was a good fifty or so Locust packed into one street. Dizzy cursed under his breath. He knew that was a sh*t load of Grubs and more kept coming out of the holes. The Stranded may of had some powerful weapons, but they weren't trained soldiers.
One of those horrid creatures rushed Dizzy's position. He gave it no second thought. Dizzy took aim with the Gnasher and squeezed the trigger. The shot had blown the Grub's leg clean off with a fountain of blood flying out its stump of an appendage. The thing was left writhing on the ground, screaming in agony.
"HaHa, don't you crawl away mad now," Dizzy said with a small smile on his face. He was in no way making light of the situation. Its just humor raised moral. Hell, to see one man smiling, while sh*t was raining down inspires people in some primal way.
Dizzy cocked the lever of his shotgun and fired at the Grub once more. This time it shut up for good. Dizzy peeked around his cover again. The Locust were holding their ground. They were to far away for him to hit them with his Gnasher. He'd just be pissing rounds if he tried. Dizzy tried to think quick. His Boltak wouldn't work. He may have been a good shot but not good enough to hit the Grubs from that distance. To his right he saw the Hammerburst that the Grub dropped. Dizzy picked it up and felt its weight. It was a heavy gun, defiantly heavier than the Gnasher.
Dizzy popped up from the safety of his cover and fired his newly acquired Hammerburst. Seven rounds shot out the barrel of the gun, and shredded their way through three Grubs.
"BOOOOOOMMM!" shouted a Locust with a very deep voice. At that moment a Boomshot round arced through the air and landed next to the Troika. The explosion destroyed the gun and killed its operator.
"Dammit! There goes our support, fall back, FALL BACK!" Gary shouted.
That Troika had mowed down most of the Locust attackers so far. With it gone, there was nothing to hold them back. At just that moment Dizzy realized how deep the sh*t they were in was.
Suddenly the ground shook violently. Deep fissures split the street about thirty feet away from Dizzy. In an eruption of noise the building to the right of the Locust collapsed and giant spider like legs came out from the ground like demons trying to escape hell.
"OH F*CK CORPSER!" someone shouted.
By now the Stranded had spread out. Everyone running in different directions, they where definitely not trained soldiers. Explosions rang out elsewhere. Apparently the fight was spreading out through the rest of the streets.
"Dizzy! Dizzy!" Jasmine yelled at him, trying to get his attention. "I have to get over there. People could be hurt." Dizzy cursed his luck
"Fine, get goin'" Dizzy called back to her. He shifted his attention to the man next to her. "Tom, go with her." Dizzy said to him. Tom nodded back to Dizzy and they both ran off.
Dizzy could see Gary and two other men holding position ten yards away. Everyone else fled into the rest of the city. With his Hammerburst in one hand and the Gnasher in the other, he sprinted toward them at full speed. With bullets whizzing past his ears, narrowly missing him, he made it over there.
If all this sh*t was not bad enough, the next sound Dizzy heard took the cake. A long, high pitched scream let out. It was loud enough to shatter glass.
"You have to be f*cking kidding me." one man said in disbelief.
That sound was unmistakable. Berserker.