A/N: Hello. I've returned, with more gore infested zombies, hell bent on destruction, misery and eating DigiDestined.
Reviews...
To the mystery reviewer, thank you, if you like this, you might want to try the DigiHazard series by NeoX7.
JyouraSorato: Thanks, I always thought they went over-the-top with the sibling rivalry Jun and Davis had.
Rolo-chan: Well thanks, the world needs more TaiJun and DaiKari. Here's some more pairing fun.
T D'Amaze: I have answered your points in a PM, this is to save time on the chapter. Thank you for being honest, if you spot anything else, don't hesitate to tell me. Thanks for the review.
I'd like to take this moment to talk about what will be happening very soon in this story. In the next few chapters, there will be a few time-skips to get to the same period as episode 1. This will be accomodated for by various flashbacks and stories told by Davis, Jun and another mystery character who will be a survivor of Hikkoda. Also, the reason this fic is called 'Paladins' will become clearer as well as the name of Davis' sword and Jun's gun. However, this chapter will be filler, sorry.
The new DigiDestined pair reached the Hotel, the rain was so heavy that they struggled to see the hotel through the falling water. They placed the bag on the pallet, which had rope tied to it, the rope went around a small pillar on the balcony. Jun tugged the rope, and was rewarded with the sight of the pallet rising slowly. The siblings then clambered up the wall, using the decorative ledges to hoist themselves up to the third storey. They heaved themselves over the handrail.
"God Bless you two!" Paul exclaimed, wrapping the pair in a loose, brotherly hug.
"Woah! Easy Paul. We still need to get food." Davis answered, panicking at the sudden contact.
"True... We've gotten some new faces since you left. They brought a radio, and the news is grim." Paul said regretfully.
"What news?" Jun asked, bracing herself.
"The Gates fell, they were overwhelmed, but the secondary positions are holding. We found out from a news broadcast. The 7th Odaiba Rifles are there." Paul explained.
"Great. What now?" Davis groaned.
"We can't stay here... We can hold the prison easily, we should go there." Paul told them.
"But first we'll need food." A young boy said from the front of the group.
"Ah yes, Davis, Jun this is Takehiro Matsuki, Takehiro, Davis and Jun." Paul introduced them to the boy only slightly taller than Davis.
"Hello, nice to meet you." Takehiro said, extending a hand to the pair.
"Hi." Davis said, grasping the proffered appendage.
"Hi." Jun responded before turning to Paul again.
"I'll write a list of things to get for you." Paul told her.
He jotted down a list of many items on reciept paper.
Dried rice
Ramen
Canned Vegatables
Water purifier
Pots and pans
Camping stove
Gas
Painkillers
Bandages
Medical disinfectant
Plates
Cutlery
Torches
Matches
The list seemed incomplete, but even so, carrying this back would take a superhuman effort.
"Paul, we can't carry all this back." Jun said, reading the list.
"I know, that's why I will take Davis' place while he leads this group to the Prison." Paul answered.
"Even then, we'd struggle to lift all this by ourselves." Jun told him, imagining the weight of the pans on her shoulder.
"We won't do it by ourselves Jun, God shall steady us. If that doesn't work then we could always use a trolley." Paul said with a smile on his face.
Jun rolled her eyes at Paul's wit, or rather, attempted wit. She then resumes being a serious, survival-bent individual.
"We can't just let Davis take them to the prison. It's ten minutes away by car! How would they get there, it's already," Jun glances at her watch. "Half-past-three! They couldn't get there before nighttime." Jun informs him.
"Hmm. Well they can't stay here. Ghouls are already taking exception to their presence." Paul answers.
"Er... How about the police station?" Asks one of the children with Paul.
"That could work, they had barricaded the station, but there is still the fire escape..." Paul responded.
"We can get in through there?" Davis asked. He would have thought that a police station would be more secure.
"Yes, but you must be careful, some of them aren't as experienced as you are t free-running." Paul answered.
"Okay then, but when should we go?" Takehiro asked.
"There's no time like the present." Was Paul's response.
1537, 13/06/91
Gates of Syracause, Southern Hikkoda, Japan
SGT. Susumo Kamiya, 7th Odaiba Rifles, 3rd Platoon
"Knock 'em flat!" Kamiya bellowed as he let rip with his Type 91 assault rifle, felling seven of the normal infected with deadly efficiency.
His squad poured fire into the onrushing crowd of dead, their rifles and the LMG bringing down the undead by the dozen.
"Reloading!" One of his men, a younger one, shouted as he switched mags.
Kamiya saw a grenade fly overhead, detonating in the maddened horde's midsts, sending pulped, necrotic flesh everywhere.
The horde was only forty paces away and sprinting at them, the group's only saving grace was the way the infected tripped over corpses and struggled to stand again.
Kamiya took the slight lull to reload with expert precision. The horde closed the gap slowly.
Shit! There must be hundreds of these freaks! The Sergeant made an assessment of the situation. "Rimati! Get on the radio, where's our armour?" Kamiya hollered to a young african man holding a Type 91.
"Yessir!" Rimati answered quickly.
Several moments later he told the squad the good news.
"Type 90's ETA two minutes!" Rimati shouted in elation.
The infected closed in, ammo was running low now. One grabbed for Kamiya, cluthching the Sergeant's wrist.
Acting on instinct and training, Kamiya pulled the beast close. Kamiya had always had a larger build than most. He was broad, and stood at six-five. His biceps were thick, but not ripped and he had years of wrestling, boxing and taekwondo to call upon in tight situations, and it showed. He pulled his arm back and brought the Ghoul over his head, while it was there, he span and flung it into another infected, he snapped his pistol up from it's holster and shot twice, laying both low.
To an unaware observer, it might seem like the world shook at those shots. But the sound of several deisel engines and the crushing of concrete under steel signalled aid. Reinforcements arrived, seven Type 90 battle tanks rounded the corner, firing 120mm, high-explosive munitions into the crowd, .50 cal machine guns howled, dropping more. The onslaught of the iron behemoth's was as potent and ruthless as it could be,
The radio crackled into life, just as the last infected lost theirs.
"Good afternoon Sierra," The tank squad leader began, using the squad's callsign. "I heard you needed some armoured support. Tell us where t'go and what t'blast and it'll get done." He finished.
"Nice work there Stripes," Kamiya started, refering to the moniker the tank company had as the 'Steel Tigers' "I'm Sergeant Kamiya, 7th Odaiba, acting CO of this group." Kamiya informed the tank commander.
"Bombardier Hiroaki Ishida. Nice to see ya again Kamiya." Ishida said in welcome of his son's friend's father.
"Nice to see you to Ishida." Kamiya said with a bit of relief.
Wow! Both the TK's and Matt's dad and Kari's and Tai's dad are here! And it looks like the seventh Odaiba took a bit of a beating today too. And who is Takehiro? A flash from the future?
Well I don't know... Oh, wait. I'm supposed to know. Oops...
Anyway, please review, even to say hi, it's nice to know people are reading. Even if you don't have an account, be nice enough to point out any errors you spot.
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