L4D - Gunpowder Rush
His boots splashed in the puddles, breaking the calm with each step. The alley was eerily quiet aside from his breathing and movement. He now considered it safe to turn on his flashlight. It hung on his belt, aiming ahead without the aid of his hands. Riot shield out, he marched forwards.
He heard crying. A woman. Good, she can attract all the zombies to herself. Relieved, Kyle let out a breath. The cool air was surprisingly crisp and refreshing, contrasting the current situation. It calmed him.
The crying got louder. Kyle hugged the corner where the alley forked in 4 directions.
He looked at the left path. Nothing.
He spun to the opposite wall, only letting a split second of his body exposed. A helpful tactical manuever.
He looked to the right. Nothing, just some strange green fog. Probably from a bad mixture of chemicals in the garbage.
Kyle looked at the ladder ahead of him. He heard some of them could climb. Then again, it was a good vantage point from the top of that building.
He heard the crying again. Suddenly, a rope shot out from the right path and straight through to the left. He then heard loud struggling. Again, female. He saw the person getting dragged by the rope. She was in her young adult years, possibly 19. She was pale white with lifeless ivory hear to accompany. Her clothes were tattered. To his chagrin, she only had panties on.
The rope wrapped around her body and pulled her wild body into the right path. Kyle looked.
A man, possibly in the 30's, stood there. His face was mutated, with masses of warts and swellings. Green smoke protruded from it. Apparantly, the "rope" was actually its tongue.
Kyle took out his knife and quickly cut the tongue. The woman gasped for breath. Kyle knelt next to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked. For no reason, the woman screamed at him and pounced on him, wrapping her hands around his throat. Kyle kicked her off, sending her into a wall. He got up and prepared to stab her.
The tongue was already around him before he noticed. He was suddenly dragged away, forcing him to drop his knife. His shield was also wrapped on him, possibly extending his inevitable doom.
He was dragged out into the open street. Kyle heard a a high pitched scream. A man. Possibly 20 or so. Confused him though, it looked more like a panther as it pounced on him. It attempted to claw him but the SWAT member turned his body, letting each swipe hit his shield instead of him.
He then heard a gargling noise. And grunting. 40, he assumed. And probably big, based off its heavy footsteps. Sure enough, a large man ran up to him. He vomited on both Kyle's shield and his jumping assailant. Kyle then heard a large crowd yell.
What a fun day.
With all his effort, Kyle managed to block every hit with his constricting shield. He needed a few more seconds to think of his last words.
'I got killed by 40 so zombies. I'm pretty sure I can think of something,' Kyle thought.
Suddenly, he heard a roar. He was big, very big.
A large, muscular arm knocked away every zombie in the vicinity, killing most of them with the strike. The tongue unlashed itself, releasing Kyle. This gave him the seconds he needed to roll away before the beast punched down. As the large thing relinquished, Kyle took out his pistol. He aimed and shot, the bullet glancing off the thing's head. Thick skull.
"Aw shit."
The monster punched him. His shield took the impact but he flew anyways. He dropped his shield in midair as he spun, the world blurring. The man bounced off the hood of a lone police car and fell behind it. As Kyle struggled to push himself up, he saw some more zombies launched into the air followed by the vehicle. The gargantuan man appeared from the other side. Its large muscles pulsated, its jaw ajar.
With just his handgun, Kyle shot at it. Three shots and it was still standing. Kyle dove under it, between its legs, as it double-hammered at the place where the SWAT member was at. Kyle stood up, with a molatov in hand. In the other was a lighter. The flame sparked the rag instantly.
Kyle threw the bottle at the thing's back. The liquid splashed over its left shoulder and its head, setting it on fire. Slowly, the beast turned around while burning. Kyle decided to run to that police car that was leaning against the wall, taking his chances. The monster gave chase.
He spotted it, a shotgun in the passenger seat. The door was opened from the sheer force of the impact. It was the latest in th SPAZ series, having a high firing rate. Kyle grabbed it, spun around and fired. Luckily, some of the pellets nicked the thing's head, making it reel back. Kyle looked for an escape. He looked at the floor and saw a puddle of gasoline dripping out of the smashed car. Sure it only worked in the movies but, with these zombies, anything was possible now.
The SWAT officer ran past the tank of a man as it recovered. When it turned, Kyle shot it again with the shotty, pushing him onto the car. Kyle then took out another molatov. After lighting it, he threw it under the Tank. Flames engulfed everything it came into contact with. Kyle ran for it as the monster roared in pain. The car exploded, blowing Kyle off his feet, sending him several yards away.
He rolled into the alley, landing face down in a puddle of water. It took him a while to push off the ground and to his feet. Across the alley, he saw the woman again. She was sitting there, crying. Kyle decided to go back around, away from that psycho bitch.
Carnage was everywhere. Dead bodies littered the street. The Tank laid a few feet from the destroyed car, a large chunk of its upper body gone. Kyle clipped the shotgun to the front his vest. He then grabbed his riot shield. He checked for his last molotav. It must've broke from his consistent falling.
He saw a building on the other side of the empty street.
It had a red door.