Chad was looking around the area as he ran. He didn't look back, but knew his team was closely following, but still took in consideration Kirsten. She wasn't a trained SEAL and couldn't run as long as them. The moans were getting distant, which eased his mind, but he knew they wouldn't be long to catch up.
Chad caught a look at a car rental shop. He ran up to the door and pushed it open. Everyone followed him inside the dark customer area. It was full of posters and brochures of a peaceful Racoon City. "We can rest up here for a little..." Chad said as he looked at Kirsten.
She didn't seem too tired, but he knew that she was breaking down on the inside. "You alright Kirsten?" He asked her.
Kirsten looked into Chad's eyes and nodded, but she was lying to herself. Her world had been flipped upside down. Her friends were all dead by now and with the situation they are in, she would soon follow them.
Chad looked to Greg and Rob. "Clear area." He ordered.
"Hoo rah..." Rob grunted without too much care for their situation as he pulled up his RA-15. He moved to the receptionist desk and scanned the area with his gun. Greg followed with his Mark 22 ready. Rob looked over the desk and saw a pool of blood.
"Possible tango..." Rob looked to his left and down a dimly lit hallway. Rob snapped into the doorway of an office and saw 3 zombies. They were dressed for a respectable job, but now were feasting on what used to be a secretary. They looked at Rob. "Tango's in sight." Rob fired three head shots, dropping the undead. Rob discharged his spent clip and reached for another, but there were no RA-15 clips left.
"Shit...I'm out."
"It's what you get for spraying so much..." Greg said smartly, as he scanned further down the hall.
Rob looked at Greg. "Blow me, alright." He said, as he tossed the RA-15 into the room. He pulled the shoulder strap for the Uzi over his shoulder and armed himself with it. He pulled out the stock on it and put it to his shoulder and took aim further down the hall. He moved slowly, scanning as he went along and snapped into another doorway. It was a conference room, but it was empty.
"Tango." Greg called out.
Rob turned back down the hall and saw a oversized woman stumbling at them. "Able, take the shot." Rob ordered.
"Roger." Greg said as he took the shot. It was a little off accuracy. It nailed the woman in the mouth, but still dropped her to the ground. "Clear." He said.
Rob moved forward past the woman and to the end of the hall, where the bathrooms were located. "Able, take the men's." Rob ordered.
"Roger." Greg pushed open the door and flooded the hallway with light. He scanned the small bathroom. It was covered in blood.
Greg snapped around a corner and was aiming at a body, slumped under a urinal. It was a male, whose body was too mangled to come back to life. His brain matter was hanging from the edge of the urinal he laid under. Seemed like a fatal fall with zombies having their way with the corpse.
BAM!
Greg was hit by a sudden force and fell to the ground with something on him. His gun slid out of his hands and across the floor toward the door. He turned and grabbed the neck of a zombie. It's neck was already ripped into and Greg's fingers slipped into the wound. It disgusted him slightly at the moment, but his life was on the line.
The zombie had it's hands gripped on his collar and was pulling, but it couldn't pull it's head down. Greg smelt it's vile breath, it was stomach churning. The zombie tried to move it's head around and Greg's fingers slipped deeper into it's wound. He felt bone and knew it was it's spine. He thrusted his hand further in and grabbed it. He snapped it to the side and the zombies head fell limp. It's body dropped lifelessly onto Greg. He was breathing heavy as he ripped his hand out of the wound. He pushed the body off of his and stood.
"Damnit..." He said to himself. He looked at his hand and the feeling of him breaking someone's neck from the inside was still there. He turned to the sink and turned on the water. He tapped the soap dispencer on his hands and put them under the cold water. The water diluted blood filled the sink as he scrubbed, trying to get the blood and feeling off of his hand.
Rob opened the door. "Woman's room clear..." He saw the sight. "Shit...you're not hurt are you?" He asked with concern.
"Naw...damn thing nearly got me though..." Greg still washing his hands.
Rob could see Greg's eyes. He was breaking down. Slowly, but surely he was breaking down and when he hit the wall. It wouldn't be good. "Are you sure, you're alright man?"
"Yeah..." Greg replied. He turned off the water and watched the rest of the blood swirl into the drain. He thought about his life and how he could have avoided this. "I went to college...got my degree in teaching...I could have got a normal job...been somewhere safe..." He thought to himself as the last of the blood swirled into the darkness of the drain.
He turned to get paper towels for his hands and Rob was there holding them out for him. "...Thanks..." he took them and dried his hands.
Rob picked up the Mark 22 off the ground and handed it to him. "Be easy, alright homes...?"
Greg took his pistol back. "Alright..." He replied.
Rob turned and stepped out of the bathroom with Greg following. They walked back into the customer area. "Area clear, sir." Rob said as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Alright..." Chad said as he pulled a map of Racoon City off the wall and put it on the desk. Everyone gathered around. "We are here..." Chad pointed to a spot on the map. "We need to get here." Chad slid his finger over to the college area. "That's across the city...Now I was thinking...if we cut around the city, by the suburbs, we will be much safer."
"How do you figure? It will take longer." Tony said.
Chad looked at him. "If we went through the city, we could be cornered with ease. Not many places to hide and populated heavily. Perfect area for zombies to be in large groups, but with the suburbs, we have open spaces to move around and houses with supplies. Not many people live out in the suburbs as people in the city. Sure we may be looking at a couple hundred undead, but as long as we have space to move, we could out manuver them. First we have to make it out of the city, meaning..."
Chad pulled out the disk and handed it to Tony. "I'm point man and I'm in more danger than anyone else."
Rob looked out the window into the empty parking lot. "Couldn't someone at least leave one car?" He said in disappointment. "All this running..." He walked over to a water dispencer and got a drink.
Kirsten looked at Greg. "Hey Greg...are you ok?" She saw him in a daze and he snapped out of it when she asked him the question.
"Yeah! I'm cool..." Greg said as he looked at her. He wanted to go home and play basket ball. He wanted to play a game of Madden with his friends. He wanted to hear kids play outside in the street. To hear the busy city come to life everyday. He didn't want to be here in this situation.
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Vincent Grande was a commander of his mercenary squad. His team was consisted of 8 men, including himself. Vince was a cold hearted killer, wanted in eight countries. He was perfect for the job in umbrella's eyes. He looked out over the city from the chopper he was in. He looked over across from him. It was his medic on the team, Ben Roberts.
Ben was wanted in Spain for dealing in highly illegal drugs. He knew how to make the pain go away for people that had pain on the body or mind. He isn't just good in drugs, but his skills with a MP5 are deadly as well.
Next to Ben was Danny Boring. Dan is wanted in Ireland for over fourty homicides and terrorist activities. Cares for no one, but himself. He killed his own mother, after she told the police about him. Not many trust him and those that do, don't last long.
Next to Dan was Joey Talirico. Joey is wanted in Italy by the law and mafia. He dealt with selling and supplying drugs and military arms to mafia families. He single handedly brought down a big family, by planting C4 charges around the family facility, during the don's daughter's birthday party. He's ruthless and psycotic, two deadly combinations that let him make the team.
Next to Joey was Craig Leath. Craig is on the F.B.I. wanted list for embezzlement. He stole over 3.5 million from the F.B.I., acting as an inside informent into a drug ring. He's quick on his toes and deadly with his hands.
Next to Vince was Mark and Andrew Cordisco. Two brothers that are held high on the wanted list of Italy. They stole over 2.8 million from banks and killed fifteen police officers and 79 civilians. They only care for each other and no one else, but then again who does in a group of mercenaries that are all wanted.
Lastly, next to Mark and Andrew was Dorian Miller. He is wanted by the F.B.I. on 235 accounts of murder. He mainly aims for families of someone he doesn't like and if he likes you, you are the most luckiest man alive. The only black in the whole team, he doesn't trust many of the people on his squad.
Vincent looked at the pilot who turned around. The pilot gave a thumb up and turned on the green over head light. Vincent nodded and looked to his team. "Green light! Load up, we're goin' in hot!" He ordered. The sounds of guns being loaded and cocked filled the chopper. Vincent slid the door open and feed out the rope over a roof top building. He knew that if any of his members were hurt, to kill them on sight before they became a handful later. The objective was to retrieve the data from a SEAL team. They had more men and firepower, so it would be simple...if the whole city wasn't infested with hellish monsters that Umbrella calls, 'their projects'.
Vincent grabbed the rope and jumped out, sliding down the rope until he landed on the roof top. He pulled up his M-16 and took a shot into a zombies head. The rest of the team followed. Vincent looked at a GPS and saw the target location. The disk had a GPS system on it, so they could track it. The SEAL team probably didn't know this what so ever.
"The target is four blocks away. We keep to the roof tops to follow them. They are headed to the College. Do not take a shot until I tell you to." The group nodded. Vincent walked to the edge of the roof and looked down on the sight of people being eaten alive. A woman screamed as five zombies dug into her.
"This is fucking hell..." Vincent said as he reached for a cigarette. He lit it up and blew out the smoke. He would be in sunny beaches and surrounded by women after this mission. He had never seen so many zeros on a check that was going to be given to him. He would be made.
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Rob dropped his smoked cigarette to the floor and stepped on it. He looked at Chad, who stood up from a seat. "Alright, let's move out." Chad ordered with his M4A1 in his hands. Chad opened the door and stepped out. Crackle of gunfire was still heard, but after what Chad saw...Everyone in this city is an enemy or a potential one. It was clear of threats so far. The mass of zombies must have found a new victim to feed on.
Chad looked up at a passing chopper. He wondered who was in it, but quickly looked around again to see if any new threats appeared. None were present, so he headed down the side walk in a light jog. Everyone followed, on alert for any signs of death. The street was lit up when they passed a burning building.
Suddenly something landed on a car next to Chad as he was going by. Chad pulled up his M4A1 to a new creature, much different to the one they encountered last time. It was green, with scales lining it's body. It's arms dangled with thick, sharp claws digging into the car. It let out a scream at Chad. Chad fired his whole clip into the monster and it fell back off the car and hit the ground with a wet splat.
"What the fuck was that!?" Tony yelled in shock of the new monster and turned around to see three more land on the ground behind him.
Nine more landed around them, surrounding them in the street.
"Aw shit..." Greg said with his M40A1 aimed at one of the lizard like monsters. "Winn..." Greg said, looking for orders.
Kirsten was scared for her life as the 9mm shook in her hands. She had never seen such things in her life. Not even in the horror flicks her and Chad watched all the time.
One of the monsters screamed at her and rushed. She pulled the trigger nine times and sent the monster onto it's back, but another was following up on the attack. The 9mm slide was back, showing her that her clip was empty. She discharged the clip and reached for another, but couldn't get a hold of it. She panicked and looked up at the incoming monster.
KOW!!!
The monster fell on it's face and slid to a dead stop. Greg cocked the bolt action once more and took aim at another monster that rushed at him.
KOW!!!
It spun around and fell in a heap to the ground as the bullet ripped through it's face.
Rob saw two rushing at him and opened up on both of them with the Uzi. Sixty 9mm rounds tattered the monsters and brought them to the ground. Rob discharged the clip and slammed in a fresh one. He took aim at another group of monsters that landed and opened fire at them.
Tony wasn't letting any of them get close to Chad as he reloaded. Tony's M60 rained lead into four monsters, but more and more came every time one fell. "Shit!! They keep coming!"
Chad was on his last clip for his M4A1 and had to make his shots count. He slammed the clip into the rifle and took aim. He fired in three round bursts into three more of the monsters, dropping them to the ground. His clip ran dry and one of the monsters was only 5 feet from him. "Fuck!!" Chad swung the M4A1 as the monster swung it's claws. The M4 was cut in half from the claws and the monster was about to swing again.
Tony drilled the monster in the head with the butt of the M60. The monster fell to the side and was pelted with bullets from the M60. Tony turned to another monster and tried to fire, but his M60 was dry.
The monster stumbled back as bullets from Chad's HK5K made short work of the monster. Chad turned to another and dumped the rest of the clip into it.
"We need to move!!" He yelled. Chad discharged the spent clip and slammed in a fresh one. He broke out into a run with everyone following. Chad stopped after only making it fifteen feet from a large group of zombies.
"Shit..." He said as he looked to his left and saw a ally. He pulled up his HK5K and fired into the group, but didn't succeed in a kill. He took off to the ally and fired wildly into two zombies that blocked his path. The bullets tore them up and finally nailed head shots. They fell to the ground and Chad jumped over their bodies. Things were getting out of control and at this rate, they wouldn't make it far. He was running full speed and rushed out into the street and was suddenly blinded by lights.
SCHREEEEEEECH!
Chad looked and it was a large tour bus. It nearly ran him over, but thankfully came to a stop. He couldn't quite make out the faces from the light, but knew enough. They were humans and they had transportation.
