Author's note
Sorry for a really long break between the chapters…I have been studying and doing IB exams…it's a pain in the ass, trust me. Well here it is…Left 4 Duty Chapter III !
"Good shot Soap" – Captain Price of the 22nd SAS
The place was full of smokes and gun powder smells, another group of armed men appeared from the darkness…
"Alright man! That was awesome!" yell out in happiness was Louis.
"Damn, who are these guys?" asked Francis the biker
"I think there are from the military! We are saved!" cried out Zoey, and finally Bill the Vietnam War veteran ask out "who the hell are you people?"
"We are from the 22nd SAS Division in UK" said Gaz who's still have his shotgun at the ready. "What! SAS? Wait wait…son, are you telling me, you are from England?" confused Bill asked, he really wanted to know why would British commandoes come all the way to Mercy city, "We don't know why, and I don't think we cared anymore" yelled out Soap, "We just wanted to get the hell out the here, you know a way out?"
asked Zoey. "yeah…I mean if we can get another radio, Gaz's one is gone, one of those thing with long tongue got it." Soap answered, with a slight embarrassment. Then Bill suddenly said "we could use the radio at the hospital!" errrr…not the radio station? Jammed in was Griggs "Nah, I got a feeling that we should be able to find a radio in the hospital, plus it's only 2 miles away" Bill replied. So we are heading to the hospital are we? Right let's do this firmly said by Gaz who's now polishing his gun (where the hell did he get the polisher?). Everyone agreed, and start to move out to the hospital, little that they know…that's where the bomb actually went off in the first place.
Somewhere in Mercy City: 19:45 PM
The group were carefully walking under the shadow of the a building, the next has a weapon store on it.
"Ok, we'll take a break here" said the captain of the SAS. Right…Gaz and Soap secure the perimeters and go savaged what we could use ordered Price, "We'll help" volunteered the veteran and the biker. Just as they about to go do their things, another horde started to form, and then Hunters start to jump across from one roof to another. Oi! Get back here and get in position! ordered Captain Price. As zombies start charging in the group opened fire and kill every last one of them, not even the agile hunters survived the rain of bullets. Finally it stopped, why the hell is it so random each time…annoyed biker said. I think they are that stupid after all added Soap. "but every time we fight them, we are using a lot ammo, and we are running low on them…as well" added Zoey who's checking on the supply bag. How much do we have left? Asked Gaz. "We got about…3 mags for bill's M16A4, 14 clips for the M1911s, 32 shells for the shotguns and a drum and half for Grigg's…thing?" reported Zoey. Just as she finishes her reported a familiar sound of roar comes from next corner, "ohh shit…is that what I think it is…?" Louis cried out. "Soap! Get some improvised weapons NOW!" yelled out Gaz, "I'm already on it, mate!"
to be continue….