What's up, everybody? I've been getting requests from a friend to put her in my story. So, here we go! Sorry if the transition doesn't make sense!
Chapter 4: Cherokee.
I leaned against the barrel of my Sniper Rifle. We had stumbled upon a mound of weapons lying inside a crate, and had taken what we wanted. Hey, can you blame us? Anyway, I was equipped with a shot gun and sniper rifle, Andy had a machine gun and pistol, Austin had just a brute shot, (which we had found laying in a puddle of blood.), Kyle had a torn-off turret with a pack of ammo, (We realized we had become incredibly strong and fast.), Trey had a DMR and pistol, and Emily and Jhonny shotguns.
After acquainting ourselves with the weapons by learning to reload and fire them, we heard a girl screaming. "Wait. Was that…?" I trailed, knowing full well that it was. "Cherokee!" We all yelled in unison, sprinting at full speed to the sound of the girl screaming herself hoarse. We arrived in a plaza, facing the back of an Elite Commander. Cherokee was cornered, and the Elite had an energy sword. Emily fired at the thing, but that only weakened its Energy Shields by a fragment. It turned and roared a challenge as Cherokee got up and ran behind our line we had formed in front of the Elite.
"You okay?" Jhonny asked, as Cherokee nodded her head to signal she was. I fired, but the shot bounced off the thing's shield and embedded in my arm. "Gah! Damnit! What IS this thing?" I screamed, backing away as it swung its sword at me. "It's called The Swinger. At least, I call it that because of the sword…" Cherokee trailed off, staring at the flickering blade of Energy. "Okay, here's what we do. We fall back to the ledge, recuperate, and come back." I said, backing up. Swinger roared and brought its blade up to Cherokee's head. I pulled her back just in time, but heard a sharp and loud hiss, like when you drop a steak on a barbeque. When we got back to the cliff, having lost the Elite, I noticed that Cherokee was turning her head, as if she couldn't hear out of her left ear. When I asked her about it, she said that she in fact COULDN'T hear out of that ear, and when she turned her head, I saw the horrific reason why. The Elite had chopped off her ear at the base of her head.
Well, hope she likes it. Gunna show it to her fist, then publish.