Chapter 8

Into The Fire

Littlefoot:

We thought we were all dead meat at this point. Those meat eaters had us surrounded and there was no way we could run. The adults formed a defensive line in front of us but the Velociraptors were not deterred. Instead, they snarled at us, giving us a clear look of their bloody, jagged, teeth. Just when all hope seemed lost, a human figure emerged on top of a ledge clutching an M4A1 Carbine in his hand.

He was my adoptive father Bryan, and he had been tailing those meat eaters for quite some time now. In a sudden twist of fight, he had caught them off guard.

Well well well, looks like I caught the buggers squarely in the sights of my M4A1 Carbine. No mercy on my part, just kill kill and kill some more. I placed my trigger finger onto the trigger of my carbine and began hammering, sending accurate semi auto carbine fire down range. Those Velociraptors were totally oblivious to my presence, and neither of them reacted quick enough to avoid my shots.

Several M885 5.56 caliber bullets penetrated one of them in the chest, killing it instantly. The two survivors decide to split up. While one of them dealt with me, the other would attack the adults. Heh, like that'll deter me. That bugger charged me at close range, preventing me from firing on it before it was on top of me. I blocked its clawed hands with my carbine and kicked it in the chest, sending it stumbling back.

A swift movement of the hand and my OKC-3S bayonet was drawn. It came at me once again but this time I deflected its claws with my left hand and stabbed it in the throat. When I withdrew the blade, blood sprayed out and splattered onto my face; I had just stabbed it in the carotid arteries. Threat neutralized, now to eliminate the bugger attacking the adults.

I swung my rifle towards the herd and noticed the adults struggling to deal with the surviving Velociraptor. It was moving too fast for them to hit it effectively and it was driving rings around the herd members. Here comes ole' Sharpshooter. I steadied my M4A1 Carbine and took aim with the ACOG Scope of the weapon.

"I am the reaper." I muttered to myself.

BANG

A 5.56 caliber bullet flew out of the barrel of my rifle and shrieked towards the Velociraptor. By some miracle, it struck the head of the bugger and it went down in a flash of an eye. Over and done with. Wait a second… That was way too easy. Why were there only three Velociraptors out here? Usually these buggers, along with their counterparts the Deinonychuses, come in packs of five to ten. Why were we only engaged by three?

I banged a new magazine into my carbine and scanned the area, hoping to locate whatever was driving the predators away. To my horror, a group of forty Razers were inbound to our location, probably drawn by the gunshots. Due to my actions before, I was most likely on their wanted list and if they ever made it here, I wouldn't be the only casualty.

All of them were packing serious firepower, a mix of mutant rifles and what appeared to be machine guns resembling a M60-M249 SAW hybrid. There was no way I could take them on in a frontal assault. Ambushing them was the only way and I figured I would yet again, launch another hasty ambush. Unlike last time, I wasn't in a forest and there was a whole lot less concealment for me to choose from.

To my right was a raised portion of land. On top of it was solid flat ground surrounded by low rocks. It was a natural firing position with ample cover and I ran up and prepared my ambush. Since I had no C4 left, I would initiate the ambush with either my M4A1 or my M203. Thanks to my interest in Military Tactics, I knew initiating an ambush like this with a M203 was a terrible idea.

The "Thump" made by a M203 when fired would alert the enemy to my position. I could initiate the ambush with my M4A1 Carbine since it was a closed bolt weapon system but the thirty round magazine was not ideal for sustained fire. God I wish I had brought that mutant rifle. Fortunately for me, there was an alternative. If I could get the adults dinosaurs to work together, I might be able to up the intensity of the ambush with the help of Mother Nature.

Raising my hand, I signaled Littlefoot's Grandfather and ordered him and the rest of the adults to gather whatever boulders they could find. Once that was done, I ordered them to perch those stones and rocks on top of high ground and wait. My plan was to wait for them to come into the kill zone, find the adults and I would fire my rifle once to initiate the ambush. That was the signal for them to unleash the rocks and kaput, the Razers would be crushed.

Everything was perfectly set, now all that was needed was the trigger objects. Those trigger objects were the Razers. Littlefoot's Grandfather and Topsy got into position behind the piles of boulders and prepared while the other adults formed a defensive line in front of their children in case things go south. We waited, and waited, and waited. Five to ten minutes later, the Razers came into sight and I took aim at the leader.

He spots the adults and raised his rifle, causing the rest of his men to do the same. Oh yeah, let's make some fucking grass grow.

BANG

ZAP

Down goes the lead fucker. That was just the appetizer, now for the main course. As soon as that sucker went down, Littlefoot's Grandfather and Topsy unleashed the rocks. There was no stopping them when they started rolling and the Razers could only scream in terror as they were crushed by tons of earth. Dust clouds filled the air, impairing our vision of the carnage.

"WOO!" I shouted. "Yeah bitch! Take that you motherfuckers!"

This was the first time I had so much adrenaline pumping through me. Swearing was a habit I could not change and I only suppressed my urges. Now with adrenaline flowing through me, there was no need to suppress my urge to swear. We had just crushed a whole lot of them to death.

PING

BANG BANG BANG

Well I thought we had crushed them to death. Apparently there were a few survivors and they began firing at my position. I returned fire with my M4A1 Carbine and gave them a little Christmas present in the form of a M406 grenade fired out of my M203 grenade launcher. The exchange of fire intensified after the grenade explosion and I quickly found myself outgunned and outnumbered.

Then, they made a maneuver which horrified me. While two of them continued to keep pressure, two more swung towards the adults and began engaging them while one circled around to attack the young ones. Ain't nobody's attacking my son. I rose from my position and ran after the flanking Razer, firing my rifle at the Razers shooting me to keep their heads down.

On the way, I tackled both Razers attacking the adults onto the ground. I killed both with a shot to the head each. Two down, onto the next. Behind me, the Razers continued to hammer me with bullets but I ignored them and continued after the flanking Razer. He noticed me charging towards him and he drew his knife. However, he was caught off guard when I gave him a dose of Krav Maga. He was quickly disarmed and I stabbed him in the Carotid artery with my own bayonet.

Suddenly bullets whizzed over my head from behind and as I spun around, I felt a bullet impact my chest. A second gazed me in the right cheek while a third went through my left leg and came through the other side. I stumbled forwards and smacked against the ground. Never in my life had I ever been shot multiple times before and I was still reeling in from the pain.

Littlefoot:

The minute I saw my adoptive father fall flat on the ground, I was shocked. I thought he was dead and tears began welling up in my eyes. Why? Why did life have to be so unfair to me? I've already lost a mother and now you're making me lose an adoptive father? The two approaching Razers trained their guns at us while the adults watched on helplessly. They knew if they did something rash and the Razers would unleash hell on us.

"Your human protector is dead." One of them said. "Show us the way to the Great Valley or your children die."

"Why did you have to kill him?" I cried. "He adopted me. He's my only parent left!"

"Doesn't matter to us." The other Razer said without an ounce of sympathy. "All we care about is our kind."

"And don't expect him to rise." The first raised the barrel of his pistol at Bryan's head. "Because I'm making sure he stays down with a bullet."

At that moment something overcame me and I charged towards both Razers, much to the horror of the adults. Both of them were caught off guard by my sudden maneuver and I tackled them to the ground. My friends came in to assist me and a struggle began between us and two of the Razers. The second Razer managed a few shots from his own pistol but Cera crushed the bones in his hands under her weight, causing him to release his grip on the weapon.

The first one remained feisty and he pistol whipped Caz in the face. Cera attempted to charge him but he struck her over the head as well. Patricia attempted to help but before she could swipe him with her tail the Razer had his gun pointed towards me. It looked like a .357 magnum revolver. He cocks the gun, making four distinct clicks as the hammer was pulled back.

I closed my eyes, ready to accept my fate.

BANG

BANG BANG