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"The human civilization there will attack you without pause..." its Queen warned as she placed the Gnasher into the Drones arms. It nodded and took a firm grip on its weapon, this was an honor, an honor to be chosen.
The rift before him emitted nothing but a white light, that occasionally shifted to darkness then back to the light, the Drone could feel an uneasy growl escape his throat as the gathering of Locust stood behind it. Eventually they would all cross over, so why was it so nervous? Queen Myrrah had assured him it was nothing that the Drone couldn't handle. It stood idly in front of the giant rift, staring into that piercing brightness that stung its eyes, behind the Drone a cackling laughter broke out among the crowd, Skorge walked forward and kneeled next to the Queen before standing.
"Coward..." the word dripped from the Kantus Generals mouth as it continued to laugh. The Drone held its head a little higher and rushed forward into the light, ignoring any feeble feeling from stopping it...
The Drone was slightly uneasy as it crouched low in the debris of the muddy water, loading its Gnasher, it could smell the humans as they approached closer, unaware of its presence. This group wasn't as aware to their surroundings as the other humans were that it had encountered earlier. The other humans that blindly charged at it, mouths open and teeth bared, the Drone had killed the horde of humans easily enough.
"Listen up, everybody! Be on the lookout for blood farmers... I'm serious." one of the males in the small group approaching shouted. The Drone growled, ready to pull the trigger as the humans walked closer.
"Boy, what the hell are you talking about?" a females voice suddenly snapped as the first male started to snicker.
"Duh? Farmers that don't grow crops; they grow PEOPLE, to EAT." the Drone growled again, and watched as the only human female in the group seemed to have herd its sounds and glanced around scanning the area as they walked through the water that was practically up to their knees now.
"Jesus Christ, Ellis, like the goddamn zombies aren't bad enough." Another male voice countered this time, he glanced at the woman walking next to him and one he noticed how tense she was, he started to listen closer to the sounds of the bayou all around him. "Can you hear that?"
"Hey, where's Coach?" Ellis suddenly said glancing around their surrounds his brow furrowed.
Die...
The axe cut through the air and hit the Drone head with a loud thunk. Coach grunted and pulled his melee weapon out of the Drones skull as he kicked the torso away from him and watched as it floated in the water.
"They 'oughta name a school after me for this shit..." he mumbled to himself looking at what he had thought was a charger, but it didn't have a giant arm like the rest of those special infected in the area.
"Whoa, Coach!" Ellis whooped as the three sloshed towards the older men as he glared down at the corpse in the water.
"Impressive Coach..." the cool voice of Nick complimented the man, whom nodded in acknowledgment then followed with; "What the hell is that?" he frowned looking down at the body now as well.
"It sounded like a hunter, when I was roundn' n' closer, but it looks like an' Charger... but now lookin' at it fully, I honestly don't know wa' infected type, it'd be..." Coach mumbled, he raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his brow, Rochelle frowned clearly uncomfortable by the thought of the infected changing again.
"I think we should keep moving..." she turned not wanting to look at the body any longer.
"Aw! C'mon Ro! Don't cha wana know whats gon' be attackin' us? I mean afta' them mud people, I'd like ta' be ready fo anythin'!" Ellis outstretched his leg and kicked the body over in the water and stared down at the face of the Drone. It's features were distorted in anger, as if in its last moments of life reflected the fury at the thought of a human killing it. "Okay, tha' things a lita' creepy..." He looked up at the other survivors who were all now staring at the Drones face as well.
"C'mon Ellis, lets just keep moving..." Nick nodded in Rochelle's direction as she turned away, more than eager to get away from the lifeless infected body then ever.
Coached stayed put a few moments longer letting his group walk ahead and bent over, his hands going through the muddy water, searching. Finally he found it, the shotgun that he was sure he saw the thing was holding before he came down on its skull.
But infected don't carry weapons, can't carry weapons...
"What in the hell-?"
"Hey Coach! You comin' or wha'?" Ellis shouted, as the man grimaced.
"Goddammit, Ellis, keep it down already!" He called back and jogged to catch up to the group, he strapped the Gnasher to his back using the extra strap from his other firing weapon and continued to scan the area, watching over the younger members in his group. Coach could've swore to himself that he herd the Charger talking just before he cut into its head and it might've just been him, but he could just knew they'd end up seeing more Chargers like that last one. "Man, this is about to get all Baghdad and shit..." he mumbled to himself shifting the weight of the Gnasher on his back, he's never carried a shotgun so heavy before.
A/N: Kind of a big opener, but it's gotta happen somehow and these are just the opening Chapters...
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