Chapter 3: The Majiini…
Disclaimer: Wesker, I'm taking you out now!! Read on viewers!
The door shut with a bang behind the trio, leaving little option but to push forward. Just as expected, the local's in this area we're acting…different then the ones outside. A few of them we're just staring off into space, other's we're looking down at their weapons with great interest; whilst other's would just walk aimlessly up and down alley's behind the shacks.
"Team this is Kirk, can you read me" cracked a fuzzy voice. Their headsets we're picking up Kirk Mathison from the Alpha Team, their support. He was to watch their backs from the skies if things got nasty.
"Chris here, coming in loud and clear Kirk" Chris responded; putting a hand to his headset. Glancing over at Joe, who was fumbling to get his head set in, he licked his lips to keep them moist, as the blazing sun would constantly dry it up every few moments.
"Yes, we hear you" Sheva added, watching as a scene took place before them. In the side alley, a black skinned man ran for day light only for two others to jump out of the shadows. One of them held the man down whilst the other kicked him hard in the ribs. The man continued to struggle against the other man's grip, but all moments of struggle ceased when he kicked him in his legs hard, breaking them. A howl of pain erupted from the man's throat; a gurgle complain of agony. Ignoring the sheer amount of pain the man was in, the two attackers grasped him by the back of his shirt and dragged him out of sight into the alley, the man screaming the hole time.
Keith; disgusted by this sickening display of cruelty; made a move to follow the men, but halted as he felt a hand grasp his shoulders. Turning to looking into Shiva's clear eyes, she shook her head. "No, don't bother with it" she asked firmly.
Eyebrow raised, Keith pointed at the alley with a dismayed expression. "Are you blind, did you not see what they did to that man?" demanded Keith.
"It's just the most recent of irrational behavior by the people here, nothing to serious" Sheva dismissed, not wanting to provoke the insane African's. Keith looked like he wanted to argue more, but dropped it when she gave him a hardened glare, saying "just drop it already".
"There's a black market weapons deal going down in Kijuju, that's where Irving will be," reported Kirk. Irving was their target. From the civilians perceptive, he would appear to be nothing more then a simple researcher for the pharmaceutical company, Tricell; when in reality, he was an illegal weapons dealer.
"Alpha Team has already infiltrated the area, and you will be going in as back-up, rendezvous with your contact at the butcher shop, you can get geared up and briefed on the mission their; watch your backs" finished Kirk as he switched off his head set.
"Roger that" responded Joe.
"Copy, over and out," added Keith.
Now done with that, the trio continued their walk through the area. No one said a word as they passed by some disgusting scenes, such as a man chopping up rotten meat; cloaked in the darkness of his hut, one was chopping off his own arms with a rusted hatchet; easily slicing through his flesh, complete with some insane laughter. The final display of cruelty was when they could see a fight occurring up ahead, though between what they did not know.
Two of the locals', one a shirtless African, the other a Hispanic. Both of them we're switching between kicks' with their feet, and whacks with their clubs as they brutalized a moving sack. Other's that we're witnessing this spectacle we're just standing their, not offering help. As the group approached, one of them noticed. Whispering to the others, the two stopped attacking and turned to the group who had halted. Casually patting their clubs into their hands, they said nothing as they passed by without a word.
"These' people are nuts" grunted Keith.
"Brutal and ruthless, just like us eh boy" mocked ZETA.
As they headed towards the butcher shop, they could hear chatter. Whispering if you may, come from a small radio lying next to a tree. Unfortunately, whoever was speaking was in the local language, so none save for Sheva understood. The atmosphere seemed to have changed as they could feel that something was wrong. Joe turned and could see he was right: The local's had vanished.
"Where'd they go?" asked Chris, hoping someone would offer him an answer. None we're too inclined to do so.
Heading to ward's the small building with the sign: CORNER PYAMY BUTCHERY; they entered the open door. The air stunk of rotten cow meat, which produced from the hooks on the ceiling. Maggots and flies ate happily away at the revolting delectables. A raspy voice cracked through the small barred window. "Ah, Chris Redfield and his friends, go around through the side door" he rasped.
"Everyone, this way" beckoned Sheva as she lead them outside to the side door. Entering, they could see their contact from Alpha Team, dressed as a local. A white turban concealed the man's face, save his eyes. A long sleeved white shirt, and a green faded vest adorned his torso. Finally, dirty faded jeans and saddles concealed his legs.
"Good, your all here; come" beckoned the man. Leading them further into the shop, where the stank of the meat strengthen. "It may be because of the new government, but the people around here our a little on the edge" informed the man. Turning back to the group, narrowing his eyes; he said, "You should do what you came here to do and go home".
Chris Redfield snickered as he cracked to his USA companions. "Yeah they really roll out the red carpet for use Americans" he joked sarcastically. His friends smirked at the joke as the staggered past Chris.
"I have your weapons here, check them" grunted their contact. Two sleek briefcases lay on the bloodied tables. Popping them open, Chris grinned as he found himself reunited with an old friend. Reaching inside, he removed the M92FS Beretta. A semi-automatic pistol, that was standard issue for the BSAA. It was upon Chris's suggestion that they have these guns as side arms for agents of the BSAA, as these kinds of guns saved his life during the mansion incident. Removing his open buttoned shirt, he strapped on his BSAA vest, with a built in holster for his machete, provided for conformability and easy use.
Looking at his companions, who had similar gear on; he started loading up with his weapon with the clips of ammunition he found in his case, slipping the one's he didn't need in his pouches for later access.
"Destination coordinates" asked Sheva as she finished gearing up.
"Town square's up ahead," retorted the contact. Jerking his head in the direction of the door, he said "Go through their, Alpha Team is waiting at the deal location".
"Good" complied Sheva.
The contact had been wanting to ask them this for awhile, as he heard plenty of it himself; but needed to know if the outsiders themselves knew. "What do you know about Uroboros" he questioned.
Chris raised his head up at the question, as behind him Keith commented that he had never heard of it. "Mostly just rumors, something about visions of a doom's day project" Chris inquired. He had heard plenty of it himself, but not enough to get a full understanding,
The man let out a laugh, as he said, "Doom's day sounds about right, and apparently; it's no rumor".
"You're kidding" Joe gawked. Word had reached his ears of this doom's day project himself, someone trying to bring about the end of the world?
"You must find the man named Irving, he's our only lead" finished the contact. Job finished, he turned towards the exit. Pausing he said "Be careful out there". Heading out the exit, the door slammed; leaving the team alone.
"Alright, let's get started" Chris stated, bringing up his gun. Sweat poured down his brows as he took point, feeling that after the mansion incident, rock fort island and Russia; that he was ready for just about anything.
"Okay team remember that we're all partners, no matter what happens, we stick together," Chris stated as they headed out of the shop.
"Well Chris, if as long as you don't get in my way; things should be just fine between us," Keith said with a plain face. Behind him, Joe readjusted his cap to keep the sun out of his eyes before rushing to catch up with the others.
"I may not be as big as you, but I can still hold my own" Sheva said.
Walking in a single file, cover each other's back; the trio walked down towards where a small group of crows had gathered, finding strong interest in the corpse of a wild dog, bloodied with nails producing through it's skin. Shoeing the crows away, Joe kneeled down next to the dog, and placed a palm to it's furred skin. "It's still warm," he observed, predicting that something would attack them now. Standing up, he said, "Whatever happened, happened recently".
"Look" Keith pointed. Following his finger, they could see a small trail of blood leading into the shack next to the dog. Heading inside, they passed by dirty human skulls, along with recently lite candles; like some sort of voo doo doctor crap. Opening the door to the main room, they stepped inside. "Sonvabitch" moaned Joe.
On the table was another dog, cept this one was more destroyed then the last one. All four of it's feet had hook's jammed into them, speared out in different direction'. Chucks of abstraction and constructions we're exposed through the dog's rib cage, and spinal cord. Its neck had been twisted all the way around so the head was staring at the four with sock less eyes.
"What a lovely sight" purred ZETA, delighted at the death before him. Sighing, he said, "My only regret was I was not the one to do this".
Joe held his stomach together, fighting the urge to vomit at the sight of this act of animal cruelty. Turning away, he noticed a dirty piece of loose leaf. Picking it up, he read aloud:
All outsiders will receive the blade of punishment!
We will bless them with a sacred death!
We will release them from their bonds of wickedness!
Pausing, he looked back at the corpse, and then to the paper before crumpling it into a ball, and tossing it idly behind his shoulder. "Well, these guy's seem to have a strong case of xenophobia" Joe informed.
"They don't fear us Joe. They hate us" Keith corrected.
Joe shrugged as he passed by the group. "Fear, hate, not really much of a difference here" he commented, inquiring that the local's went going to greet them with open arms and such. Opening the steel door, he took one step out into the light before he heard a scream!
"AAAHHHAUUUUUGGGG" shrieked the voice of a male.
"Did you hear that, it came from that building" pointed out Sheva as she rushed past the group of guy's. Getting in front of the door, she beckoned for the others to come. Raising their weapons, they readied themselves as Chris put a hand on the knob. Glancing at the three, he nodded as he twisted the lock and charged in. They could hear the moans and grunts of a man who was struggling to free himself.
Two men, one white and the other dark we're holding a single man down on the floor, whilst the captive kicked for freedom. The white man held his arms down whilst the dark man grasped the captives jaw, who tried furiously to close it as he knew what was coming.
Looking at the man's other hand, he could see an unknown black see-through substance, red in the center of it with tiny tentacles waving about rapidly, as if the substance itself was alive. The dark man grunted as he shoved the substance into the captive's mouth, whose eyes widened in terror as he realized then and they're that he was going to die!! The man's grunts changed to choking sounds as he tried to desperately spit it out. This proved useless as the substance slipped down his throat like an ameba, attaching itself onto his central nervous system.
"Freeze" Chris ordered, his voice full of authority. He froze as the dark skinned man heard him, released his grip on the captive who continued to choke rapidly and spasm in pain. Allowing the large tentacles from his mouth to slip back inside, he turned to face the four. Ignoring the gun in his face, he beckoned for his white companion to run; which they did, leaving the captive chocking.
Rolling onto his stomach, the captive coughed and chocked faster and faster, gripping his throat in abnormal pain; drool and blood dripping from his mouth. Shaking, he twitched all over from the assault of his former fellow villagers. The American's stared at him in confusion as one of them stepped forward to help. Asking if he was all right, he placed a comforting hand on the man's shoulder.
Angrily, he slapped the hand off of him as he gripped at his throat, not able to breathe at all now. "Let me seeeee," thought the man. Ten seconds later, he lost consciousness within. Bending over, he snapped his head up to the ceiling; an expression of pure pain on his face.
Joe watched in terror as the man's eye's inked red, and he began to cry blood. The man sat there for a few moments before bending over breathing heavily, the transformation now complete. Staggering to his feet and seeing the outsiders, he cracked his hands in anger. Letting out a snarl that sounded like a rabid wolf, he lunged at Joe hands outstretched. Surprised, he became shocked as the crazed man grasped his neck, and chocked him with abnormal strength.
"Drop him now" Keith shouted in anger. Coming up to the man's side, he gave him a strong hook to the chin, causing him to go flying into the wall. Getting up, he lunged at Keith this time, drooling and snarling like a wild animal. Chris and Sheva fired several times into the man's chest, causing him to halt in his tracks. Gripping his new wounds, he looked up slowly with hatred in his murky eyes.
Ignoring the gun shot wounds like they wren their, he dove at Sheva. Keith intercept by removing his knife and jammed it into the man's neck, and for good measures; cut through the back of his throat and out. This stopped the man as he halted his assault, and collapsed to the ground in a pool of his own blood.
No one said a word as the man's last breathing of life left his body. Sheva decide to break the silence. "What the hell happened just now" she gawked, visibly shocked by this unnatural display of aggressiveness.
"They didn't move like any zombie I've ever seen" Chris mused, putting a hand to rub his stubbled chin. What kind of man could take five bullets to the chest, and still run? It took Keith knifing it to end his life.
Keith seemed to be deep in thought about this strange turn of events. Strangely enough the way he attacked and acted; how he ignored the bullets in his chest. It seemed…vaguely familiar. Had he dealt with something like this before? …Yes he think he did, was it four years ago?
"This seems oddly familiar, we've dealt with something like this before haven't we" leered ZETA, as Keith nodded.
"We should be alert, if the rest of the local's are as nuts as this guy was; then we don't want to go wasting bullets trying to kill them all" Joe stated, examining the pale body of the man.
"We're here to save people, not kill them," Sheva pointed out somewhat annoyed at Joe for putting the situation so bluntly.
"Hey, I'm just saying, this is in self defense. They attack us, we have to kill them. Deal with it" Joe bluntly stated as he passed by the annoyed Sheva.
Opening the next door, they could see no exit, save for the window. Knowing what he had to do, Keith said, "I'll go first". Jumping head first out the window, he fell to the ground into a roll before standing up. One by one, the other's jumped out as well. In the distance; they could hear angered cries from the local's. No doubt the rest of them were nuts as well.
"We should keep moving, they'll find us soon" Sheva informed worried. Heading down a small alley, they froze as the angered cries became nearer. All of them turned to see more insane people climbing over wired fences, or hopping down from ledges, other's came out of the other side alley; yelling in the local language at the foreigners; waving dangerous weapons at them.
"Running away?! You worthless coward!! Be a man and fight!! Who cares if they outnumber you" argued ZETA, but was ignored by Keith.
Joe raised his weapon in defiance, but lowered it as Keith shouted "Too many of them, you'll just waste ammunition; run for it". Taking his advice, they turned and ran towards the home behind them, ignoring the protest from the people. As the last one passed, Sheva jammed it shut by boarding the lock.
Outside, the local's cursed in their language known as Swahalii, as they tried to break down the door, kicking it or hitting it with their tools. A useless gesture this proved as the door refused to give away. Inside, Chris found it a good time to call in Kirk. "Come in Kirk, the local's were hostile and we had to use force, we don't have any contingency plans for this situation do we Kirk" Chris reported.
"Roger on the local's, but your orders still stand" Kirk responded.
"What does that mean? Was HQ expecting this" asked the confused Sheva.
"If they were, then they would have sent more in then just us. Then again, no they probably weren't" thought Joe.
"Either way, we have to move before they break inside" Keith informed as he used his knife to break open a crate, finding small pieces of gold inside. "What the hell am I gonna do with gold" asked a skeptical Keith.
"Keep it, might bring you luck" joked Joe. He watched as Keith slipped the pieces into one of his many pouches.
Kicking down a busted door, they entered a room of more death. Pieces of rotting flesh adorned the musty tables, and axes as long as small tree trunks hung near the walls. "It would take at least three or four men to carry one of these" Joe commented in awe. Jumping down into a hole, they ran through a musty tunnel, with little light shedding them.
Coming across more corpses, these ones decomposing like they had been there for a while, Keith said, "This must be what happens to people who either protest, or reject whatever the hell is happening here".
"I just don't get this. When we shot that guy, he didn't go down on the first bullet. Does it have something to do with that…thing they shoved into his mouth" Chris spoke worried.
"Whatever it was, it must have given him stronger durability to handle several shots to the chest," Joe countered as he climbed up a ladder out of the tunnel, the others behind him. Breaking open some more crates, and finding small pieces of gold, an herb; and a clip of ammunition, the group exited the shack. Heading down a small trail in the open sun, they dropped to a small ledge and entered a small building; guns ready.
The voices of approved anger filled the room as the four approached one of the windows to see what the commotion was about. Outside on a scaffold, we're several small men and one large one. Two of them we're holding one on his knees, whilst the other stared at the struggling man, an arrogant glare hid behind his shaded eyes. Several corpses hung from their necks next to the men, decomposing and rotting in the blazing heat. Below, a crowd of local's had gathered, all cheering and yelling for the mans's death. The one with the shades seemed to be in charge as he was barking furiously into a blow horn, speaking cruel intentions too the captured man.
"You don't know what your talking about, you can all go to hell" spat the captured man furiously. To emphasize his disrespect towards his captors, he spat on shades shoes, causing him to slap the man hard.
"Wait a minute, that's the…" started a horrified Sheva. It was the contact!! The man from the butcher shop!! He must have been captured not long after their meeting. She took a step forward to help him, somehow but halted as Keith placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. A pleading look etched upon her face as she looked into Keith's eyes, begging him to do something. Shaking his head, he looked out upon the scene. It would be pointless suicide if they tried to rescue the man. Even if they got him off the scaffold, the local's would surround them before they could react.
The shaded man yelled more threats before pointing at the contact, signaling his execution. Shades then stepped back as the large man stepped forward. This man was an intimidating sight to say the least. Large in height, weighing maybe a good three hundred in muscle, probably more; just looking at him made Joe sick. He was wearing a black cloak on his built legs, two large wrist guards on his arms. Nail's proctored out of his skin like something out of a screwed up horror flick.
The most frightening feature was the black hood completely concealing his disfigured face. He looked like an executioner out of an old medieval film. Shades nodded to the executioner who nodded back in return. Joe gasped the executioner lifted what papered to be a giant weapon, that looked a cross between a battle hammer and an axe. Lifting the hammer/axe above his head, the executioner ignored the screams of fear from the contact as he brought his weapon of death crashing down upon his head, slicing and smashing it in two.
The crowd cheered in delight at the spectacle, as the men and women bellowed for more. The BSAA members and merc. watched with disgust at this scene.
"What a lovely display of death!! Ha ha!! I demand for more" laughed a delighted ZETA.
"You really are sick in the head!! You know that right" thought an angered Keith.
"Come now boy, did you not find that as entertaining as I did" purred ZETA.
"No I did not! That was one of the most horrifying moments I've ever experience" though Keith.
Joe raised an eyebrow as shades looked in their direction. He froze as he took two steps forward; as if his eyes were deceiving him. Joe prayed silently that he was just imaging seeing them and wouldn't warn the others. No such luck.
"Oh crud" mumbled a nervous Joe as shades pointed at them, screaming more threats into his blow horn. One by one the local's turned and saw the outsiders, their red eyes gleaming with hatred. On call of shades, they screamed a battle cry as they all began to charge the group.
"Here we go," shouted Keith as they all aimed their weapons.
"Hope you got a plan Chris, cause we really need one now" Joe demanded that sounded more like a plea.
Chris said nothing at first as he looked around for something that could give them some time. Noticing the two beat up bookcases, he called out "Block the door and window with those bookcases, it'll give us some time". Joe and Keith obeyed as they quickly ran over and blocked the entrances. Sheva had gone and dug through some of the drawers, pulling out some more ammunition. Tossing some clips to the others, they all met up behind a small barrier.
"Now would be a good time to call in some back-up" Keith said with strong sarcasm. When Chris didn't respond, he added cruelly "Or are you really so dense to see that we are hopelessly outnumbered".
Chris shot him an angered glare, but suppressed a response as he quickly tried calling Kirk for help. Unlike the last time, they heard nothing but static. Chris tried again, but still static remained.
"Is he taking a piss?! Their coming over the gate" shouted an angered Joe. Indeed, the insane local's were climbing over the fenced gate; eager to get there hands on the outsiders. Seeing the entrances blocked they tried shoving and hitting the barricades, whilst above in the background shades shouted angrily into his blow horn.
"No matter what happens, we can't let them get inside here. Hold this area and pray that Kirk we'll respond soon" Chris informed, praying that the situation would not get any worse then it already was. They waited patiently as they local's ebbed away little by little the makeshift barricades. After a few more moments, they dropped.
Gunfire went up as the small team of four fired at any who tried to enter there home. The local's outside ignored those that died and continued their attempt to enter and break their necks. This proved useless as any who tried to enter would end up with a bullet in the eye.
As Keith reloaded his weapon, tossing the empty clip aside as he fumbled for a fresh one, one of the local's did make it inside. He reached for his hatchet as he prepared to heave it at Keith. "Oh no you don't" Keith shouted as he quickly shot the man four times in the chest, and once in the head. As he dropped to the floor, Keith watched in shock as the man's body dissolved and evaporated in disgusting bubbles into the floor. "Oookkkaayyy" Keith said confused. What we're these people?!
"Kirk come in, the local's are hostile!! The gate is sealed and we're trapped. We need back-up, and we need it right now" shouted Chris, hoping that Kirk had heard him. His hope was answered as Kirk responded, saying that they were on their way. Laughing, he said, "You hear that guy's, helps on the way".
"Just hope we'll still be here when they arrived" Joe panicked as more got in through the way they entered. They must have climbed over the side as they were now closing in. Above them, a small portion of the ceiling gave away as more local's got in. It became harder and harder to defend themselves in that one tiny spot, not to mention blowing all their ammunition on them wasn't helping.
The sound of dry wall breaking and debri falling unearthed as the front wall collapsed, and entered like the grim reaper coming to claim their lives, was the executioner.
"Screw this, we can't defend this place; move" shouted Keith as he hopped over the barricade and rolled past the executioner's grip. The other's followed suit as they ran into the opening. "We gotta spilt up and buy ourselves some more time, it's the only way we'll be able to stay alive" Keith informed as he turned to see the crazed local's coming at them.
Noticing a trail of leaked gas lying on the ground that led to a small gas tank Chris shot the trail. Fire illuminated the trail, as any who had tried crossing we're charred alive; screaming the whole time in pain.
"Joe, your with me! Keith and Sheva, break off," Chris ordered as he dashed towards one of the smaller homes. Joe looked at the executioner for a moment, and felt his blood run cold at him dragging his axe/hammer. Dashing after Chris, he ducked to avoid the flying weapons of the enemy. Chris slammed the door shut as Joe entered. Having lost a lot of ammunition in defending that small barrier, Chris snatched some more clips from the table, and passed some to Joe. As he yanked a green herb out from behind a counter, he jumped back in shock as the wall in front of him gave away, and they're stood the executioner.
"Quick, this way" Chris shouted as he dove head first out the window next to them. Ignoring the shards of glass on him, Chris jumped up as he avoided a man's grab at him, and kicked him in the chest. Joe followed suit by dodging a flaying axe, and punching the attacker.
Keith and Sheva had chosen to run behind one of the structures that shades had stood on. Dashing past an explosive barrel, Keith waited patiently as several of the local's ran next to it. "Now" he shouted as he shot the canister, signaling a powerful explosion; disintegrating their attackers. Continuing on, they dashed past some stands as they stood their ground for a moment, firing and dropping those that got to close. Sheva ducked underneath a man's pitchfork as she came up and delivered a butterfly kick to his chin, killing him. Dodging another attempted stab, she whipped out her own knife and slashed the female's throat several times before kicking the body away.
"Heh, your not bad" Keith smirked as he whipped around a man's grasp and snapped his neck. Noticing a silver briefcase, he popped it open and stared wide-eyed. The contents revealed to be a VZ61 sub machine gun, small weak bullets then their pistols, but replaced it with its superior speed. Tossing the weapon to Sheva, he shouted "Keep it, I don't need it". To emphasize his point; he hooked a local in the jaw, whirled him around and broke his neck.
Chris dove out of the way of the executioner's axe/hammer as it made a small crater in the roof of the house. Firing several times into his face, the man staggered back as he gripped his face in pain. Taking advantage of it, he ran up and delivered a powerful uppercut to his chin. Joe seemed to get a similar idea as he quickly side kicked the man's back. This annoyed him as he turned and gripped him by his throat, lifting him up into the air. Flailing and kicking, Joe gagged "Ge…get off me of…yo…you freak". He watched as he Chris removed a flash grenade from his belt and tossed it at the man. Shutting his eyes, Joe dropped as the man covered his eyes in pain. Staggering to the edge of the house, he dropped his axe/hammer as it fell with a thud to the ground below. Getting an idea, Joe ran behind the executioner and curled into a ball. Realizing what he had in mind, Chris shoved the executioner who tripped over Joe, and fell off the roof, onto his own weapon. He twitched rapidly for a few moments before dying in a pool of blood. Slapping five, Chris and Joe continued to defend themselves from the assault.
Trying out the new machine gun Keith gave her, Sheva mowed down any that tried to even get a few feet towards her. Halting to reload, she let out a cry of pain as a flying axe slashed through her arm. Dropping her new gun, she fell to her knees in pain. She watched in dismay as Keith kicked the man in the head that hit her, and rushed to her side.
"Are you okay?" he asked in concern.
"Yeah, just got careless," she admitted as she got to he feet. Looking away, she watched as Keith handed her an herb case. Spraying it on the wound, she smiled as it healed. "Thanks" she thanked as she reloaded her machine gun and continued firing.
"No prob" Keith retorted as he jammed the muzzle into one's mouth and blew his head off.
"There's just no end to them" Sheva panicked as one tried cleaving in her head, but missed as she ducked and sweep kicked him, followed by knifing his head.
"We've got to hold out till Kirk get's here" Chris responded over the headset.
"When did he say he'd get here?" shouted Joe as he shot another barrel, blowing up four more.
"ETA, six minutes" Chris shouted as he and Joe stood back to back on the roof, shooting as the local's attempted to surround them.
"We'll be corpses by then" protested Joe.
"Deal with it" Chris yelled, not in the mood for arguing.
"Get off me" Keith growled as one had gotten a hold on his neck. The hunter virus made him strong, but this man had powerful strength himself!! Struggling to break free, Keith gasped as the man opened mouth and out slithered a large worm like creature that remained him of the face huggers from alien. It attempted to wrap itself around Keith's skull, but was stop as Sheva distracted it, shooting it off him. Stunned, it couldn't defend it self as Keith did a front flip, and axe kicked its head in mid air, destroying it in the process.
"I owe you one" thanked Keith.
"That makes us even," countered Sheva.
Chris reached down and helped Joe up as he scrambled up the wooden ladder, half a dozen crazies on their tails. As Joe got to the top, he spared a glance over the side to see one of the local's, a sinister sneer on his face as he reached for Joe. Joe gave his own smirk as he bended over and grabbed the sides of the ladder. The man froze as realized with horror what he had in mind. Opening his mouth, he let out a scream of fear; followed by many bellow as he fell from the ladder. Above, Joe quick led popped a grenade during the time they struggled to stand and heaved it at their feet. They all went up in a devastating explosion.
"He's almost here, hold out a little longer" Chris called over his headset to Sheva and Keith.
Keith grabbed a man by his throat and lifted him into the air. The man gagged and chocked as Keith squeezed tighter and tighter. Deciding to call upon his hunter powers, he narrowed his eyes, which switched to a sickly yellow, and added more pressure to the man's throat. A loud cracking sound like bones smashing echoed through the air as the black blood seeped from the man's eyes. Flashing his hunter teeth, Keith jammed his teeth into the man's neck and ripped a chunk of flesh out before spitting it aside. The man died quickly afterwards…
"Satisfied" Keith muttered to himself as he reloaded and went down to his last clip.
"Oh yesss…such a delectable meal that was" purred ZETA. Glancing through his eyes, he smirked "Your lucky Sheva and the other's did'nt catch that".
"Tch" grunted Keith.
"I'm going to open the gate, find cover now" crackled Kirk's voice all of a sudden. The trio obeyed as they dove behind cover, taking cover of any of the "Majiini" that got to close. Above came the chopper as it swung around to face the gate. "Take cover" shouted Kirk. His companion took out an RPG and aimed at the door. Firing the missile it exploded upon impact, killing any that we're near the door. As the rest of the local's retreated, the four emerged from their hiding spots, worn out but alert. They had survived…for now…
Authors Note: Not bad I hope. I really am aiming to please my readers. Though I'll be adding in another OC or two in order to make things more interesting. Oh crap, here comes Wesker!!
Wesker: Well well, still trying to make a good fanfic eh?
Me: You shut your mouth, you metrosexual wanna-be pretty boy!!
Wesker: Ho…HOW DARE YOU!!!! *Takes out his desert eagle.
Me: Oh shit!! Plz read and review, I gotta run!! *Takes off running with Wesker chasing in anger.
