A/N: Hey everyone, I've decided to jump on the Lady Dimitrescu craze, and the RE: Village train overall to write this story! I've actually been working on this thing over on AO3, it's called My Dearest Man-Thing on AO3. I have also written a male reader X House Dimitrescu story known as Living With Maneaters on that site as well. I've noticed that RE: Village has a massive following on that site, and I'm curious as to how one of those stories will perform here on !
On here, My Dearest Man-Thing will be called Living with Man-Eaters, so don't get confused if you feel inclined to check these same stories out on AO3
Some aspects of this story will be different from My Dearest Man-Thing, but most of it shall remain the exact same. This story is basically going to be imported from AO3 only there will be a few tweaks here and there which makes it different. I hope you readers enjoy, and I also hope that Resident Evil fans or RE: Village fans, or even the House Dimitrescu fam will enjoy this! Without further ado, let's hop right on in!
(Living with Man-Eaters)
(Prologue)
Location: Pensacola, Florida
Year: 2002
His body had been conditioned to waking up at the crack of dawn, before the roosters could even start to caw. Today would mark his first day of high school, oh boy, becoming a Freshman. Ryan looked forward to getting looked down upon by the big bad seniors and upper classmen, and treated like children from the teachers. It is what he was told by his buds that had lived in his neighborhood for the past several years.
Middle school had tried to teach the young man that High School was a big, intimidating thing. This didn't bother him, because he was carefree. He had high confidence within himself that he would ace this year just as he had done all the others since Pre-K, certain that this would be a walk in the park where every student was supposed to be mature.
With an elongated yawn, Ryan Miles stretched out his arms and legs. Shaking them to get that extra euphoric feeling of a nice morning stretch, as well as to get the sleepy feeling out of them. Usually, he would wake up to what he considered a pleasant aroma of cooking bacon downstairs within the kitchen, this morning his nostrils weren't so blessed. Confused at this matter, he slid from out of bed, and began to make his way down the stairs to investigate the reason behind this.
It was supposed to be his first day of high school, his mother and father were supposed to be hyping him up. There was no sounds of morning rock music being played by his metalhead father who was in his mid forties, or the sound of oldies being played by his mother who was also within the same age range as his father was. What was going on?
He sluggishly made his way down the stairs, grabbing hold of the banister to keep himself from falling. There was a light above the stairwell in which had been turned on, so surely somebody had to be awake. An additional clue is that the morning news had been turned on, which was mostly watched by his father. He could hear the news anchors speaking on recent events in the Pensacola area.
"Mom?" Ryan called out to see if one would answer him, the fourteen year old received no answer.
From the outside of the house were the sounds of police sirens that were in the distance at first, but gradually came closer to the house before zooming past it almost as quickly as it had came, the sirens would then fade away into the distance again, but they never fell silent. Furthermore, he could hear the sounds of what seemed to be German Shepherds barking outside of the house or next door, the cops must have brought out the K-9 unit for something.
Perhaps his parents were outside to see what was going on because they were nosy, or a policeman had arrived to ask them some questioning, and they didn't want him to be worried, so they went outside with the officer?
With the police sirens continuing to blare outside, as well as the dogs barking like crazy, all of it started to concern the adolescent as he continued to make his way down the stairs. When he reached the bottom, he would make his way into the kitchen. The pack of frozen bacon was sitting on the counter, the frying pan was placed on the stove burner but the stove itself hadn't been turned on. The fridge was open as well, what continued his worries was a small splatter of blood on the tiled flooring of the kitchen.
His heart rate built up as he followed another splotch of blood on the ground into the dining room, and this is where things got exponentially worse. The large table had been turned over, some of the chairs had been broken. As the dining room melted into the living room, he noticed that the amount of blood continued to grow in larger quantities. Instead of what seemed to be small droplets of blood, was now large crimson stains on the carpet of the living room as it switched from a waxed wooden floor from the dining room.
The television was working in terms of audio but it looked as though the screen of it had been smashed in, as there was a large black void in the center with flashing colors near the tops, and edges of the screen. There was a coffee table which sat in front of the "L" shaped leather sofa, on the corner of it was a nasty splotch of blood like someone's head had been bashed into it.
His heart rate continued to climb higher and higher, doubling with speed as he continued to look on the floor to seeing more of the white carpet turning red. His mind started to jump to the most worrisome of things, could his parents have been killed? Is that why all of the police sirens were going off outside, is that why the dogs were barking?
The blood continued into the doorway of the house, looking as if a body had been dragged out of the house. Ryan emerged to get a better look at what was happening, and what he noticed shook him to his core.
Every house in the suburban neighborhood that he had lived in had opened up front doors, there was large black ashen residue on each in every house, the size of which varied. Cop cars were all over the place, some officers stood with their dogs while others did not. It seemed like a large scale investigation had gone underway in the town in which the Miles family had lived in.
"Mom, dad!" He cried out to receive no response, a heavy set police officer came towards the frightened young man to try and comfort him about the ongoing situation that had stricken the town.
"Officer, do you know what has happened to my mother or father? Have you seen them?" Ryan asked fearfully, his voice shaky as if he was about to break down into tears. He didn't mind being home alone, but seeing signs that told him that his parents could have been the victims of a homicide is what troubled him greatly.
"Our whole station has been called out to this suburb, stations from other counties have joined in as well. There have been reports of several people going missing in this town, we're undergoing a countywide search for every missing resident, hang tough, kid." Is all that the officer could say as even he had no true idea of what to make of this mysterious situation.
It was then that young Ryan looked around at all of the front doors that had been opened, and he began to believe that his parents had shared the same fate as everyone else within the town, he was one of the lucky ones that were alive, which weren't many.
"Did they all go at one time?" Ryan asked, his voice still filled with dread.
"No, from what I have been told. It all started when the school nearby had kids missing every few hours, the disappearances doubled for every child that went missing until the school went on lockdown, and then it caught up in flames." The officer explained.
"How many have you found?" Ryan asked, hoping that there could be some light in this darkness, but his luck had unfortunately ran out when the officer told him that he hadn't been given word of any recovered bodies.
The policeman told the young man to stay where he was while he went to get some more information, using a soft spoken tone of voice to keep him calm amidst a time of crisis like this. Ryan watched as the heavy set man headed over to where a few more cops were standing about fifty yards in the distance.
Even though he had been told to stay put, of course he wouldn't be able to. His adrenaline was rushing through his veins as his heart was racing within his chest a mile a minute. Ryan was determined to find his parents, no matter the cost.
He eventually came to an area within the suburb where he noticed a fountain off in the distance, looking as if it belonged to some kind of park. He noticed that everyone was going about their business as usual, almost as if whatever was happening to the town was completely off of their minds, which stood out to him as odd. Through the tree line, he noticed a woman. A woman who looked exactly like his mother, reddish orange hair, a pink sports bra, black leggings, and black Nike tennis shoes. His mom was one for going on walks, and daily jogs throughout the town.
"Mom!" He exclaimed as he ran towards the tree line, having to cut through a person's backyard, climb over the chain link fence, and rush ten yards into the trees, seeing the woman whom he thought was his mother take a right turn. He continued to run out into the park, turning right, and blindly rushing forward. Straining to put power behind his footsteps, feeling his sock feet getting wet in the early morning dew that laced the grass, some of it getting his pajamas wet as well.
As he ran, he would accidentally bump into a larger man. He stood around 6'4, and looked muscular. His bulky body being a tight fit in his pink Abercrombie and Finch muscle shirt. Ryan could see what appeared to be veins starting to show on the man's biceps. The older man also wore Aeropostale khaki pants, and black shoes on his feet, including a watch on his left wrist.
"I'm terribly sorry..." Ryan said, groaning in some pain after connecting with him, he was surprised to see that he hadn't been knocked down.
"No apologies needed pal, the name's Barlow, Barlow Williamson. Where are you from?" The man asked, revealing his name.
"My name is Ryan Miles, and I come from the suburb that is up the road." Ryan explained, noticing two more people around his age coming up from behind of Barlow.
"Who are those two?" The young man asked.
The two adolescents that had approached Barlow from behind was a black boy, and a white boy. They both spoke with heavy accents, one of them had to have been from Africa, and the other had to have been from the United Kingdom.
"This is Moises, and Dan. Moises comes from the Congo, and Dan comes from England. Foreign exchange students I saved from the fire." Barlow told Ryan, it would seem that the young man was about to join the club of misfits.
"I'm looking for my mother, and f-father. Have you seen them?" Ryan asked, stuttering at one point. Normally this would be funny, but Moises and Dan were shaken up from the fire at the school nearby.
Barlow sighed as he looked towards the ground, he was about to hate telling Ryan this, but he wanted the young man to have some closure.
"I hate to break it to you kid, but from all of these disappearances, I don't think any of the missing will be seeing the light of day again. We don't know what happened to them, and what caused them all to vanish so quickly one after the other. I'm sorry." Barlow said softly.
"What...?" Ryan asked, his lips were quick to tremble as he fell to his knees. He rubbed his hands through his hair, and couldn't help but stare off into the distance for a minute or two, trying to process what he had just heard.
The two young men looked at Ryan as his right eye started to twitch with tears beginning to well up in them. He refused to believe what Barlow had just told him, but from the evidence he was seeing around the town, with all of the police officers, and potentially many more to come. The signs of a bloody struggle in his own home, the reality of the situation started to settle in.
"NO!" Ryan wailed in anger, and sorrow as he looked to the sky as if he was wanting answers from God himself as to what in the world was going on. Tears streaming down his cheeks as his fists clenched together tightly, the young man slamming them into the ground. His heart was shattered, and his spirit was utterly broken at this revelation.
"No, no. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Ryan slammed his fists on the ground again, his hands turning red, becoming sore from how hard he was striking the grass. His eyes already bloodshot, his teeth clenched.
Barlow, Moises, and Dan gave the young man a moment to let everything out. The heartbroken freshman allowed his feelings to come slowly but with power, each tear representing the hopelessness he felt in that moment, each fist that pounded the ground drawing out his rage at how powerless he felt. Bit by bit, his hurt filtered out, but the depression that followed would take some time to recover, even with his strong faith in God.
When the young man would calm down, Barlow kneeled down next to him, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. Ryan's eyes were bloodshot from how hard he had been crying, tears staining his reddened face.
"Come on, Ryan. We'll survive together with Dan, and Moises. I would advise that you take us to your house, and gather up some belongings. It's time that we live our lives hard, and we stand in defiance of whatever has taken people near to us." Barlow said as warmly as he could, Ryan sighed as he nodded his head. A new beginning in his life was about to commence...
(Chapter 1: A failed mission)
Location: Romania
Year: 2011
A plague had swept across Europe, no, not a disease or sickness. This was a new kind of menace that was threatening the whole continent, borders were closing down between countries. Walls were being built, even the everyday citizens were being advised to take up arms.
The lycanthropes, lycans for short, had spread in numbers, and strength. Like a virus, it was out of control. First came one lycan, and then came the rest. Nobody could figure out where they originated from. No one lived to tell, hundreds upon thousands were falling. The world was starting to take notice, sending military aid in to help Europe out, it proved to be a big help, but the lycans were relentless.
The Forgotten Ops, a band of mercenaries, were stationed at an old medieval village in which rested at the foot of the Carpathian Mountain Range. The village was once teeming with lavish lifestyles, and everyday villagers, but now it had been completely evacuated, leaving only four men with heavy ammunition and arms to defend.
The squad consisted of Malosi Johnson, a Samoan-American, Ryan Miles, an American, Dan Valentine, an Englishman, Barlow Williamson, an American of European descent, and Moises Adebowale, an African man from the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
These men had been in this village ever since the sun-rise, arriving in their fighter jets from Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Almost all of their resources have ran out after spending all day fighting against wave after wave.
"Eyes up!" Malosi shouted, laying prone out in the middle of a blood soaked street. The crimson fluids running into the cracks of the brick ground, bodies of dead lycans were stacked up against the walls of the many buildings in this medieval village. His vigilante squadron had been called to this village in Europe about a year ago, the year was 2011. Malosi was originally from the Isle of Samoa, but he moved to the United States when he was the age of four.
He was the de facto leader of this mercenary group, and was very creative with developing plans for battle. When he was enraged, he had a slightly off temper, one that he could typically manage to get under control. He was the newest member to be added into the misfit gang before the Forgotten Ops was officially formed by the United States military, with Malosi taking the mantle as leader from Barlow.
The Samoan-American was laying prone on the street with an m240b machine gun in which was mounted, looking through a scope in which was a modification to the weapon.
"Prepare your anus!" Ryan Miles called out, he was the American of this group. Having been born in Pensacola Florida, he had unfortunately lost his parents at the young age of only five years old, he refused to go into any orphanage, stating that his parents were the only parents he'll have. He was taken in by Barlow, who was a a senior in high school at the time, and was raised on the streets by him as well as Moises, and Dan by his side with him.
Ryan was up within a chapel in a bell tower, looking out of the opened window with his Barret .50 Cal sniper rifle. He had a perfect view of any incoming hordes of the lycans that had been plaguing this evacuated village.
From the four of these men, Ryan was the most out of place one. He wasn't a vicious mercenary who was out for blood, he strived for peace, and would take all the roads for it without violence, and he was a Christian in terms of his religious beliefs, always wearing a necklace with the cross on it around his neck, and he even wore a patch on his black tactical vest of the Christian Metal band: Demon Hunter. However, when conflict was inevitable, he would resort to brutal tactics to get the job done.
"Let me know when more come." Dan said into the transceiver, using one of the lycans' intestines to polish his dirtied boots. Dan was from the United Kingdom, specifically from Norwich, England. His father served in the royal military, and unfortunately died in combat. After his father's death, his family and life in general went on a downward spiral that caused him to run away from home, eventually having a foster mother travel him over to America where he would become a foreign exchange student only to have his first day of school go up in flames, quite literally.
Dan was sitting on a pew within the same chapel as Ryan, except he was on a lower level. The Englishman had set up a few turrets outside of the blood stained double doors of the church, he let out a laugh after thinking about a certain song by the metal band Metallica.
Dan was the hot head of the group, and was known to be very aggressive to anyone that wasn't his ally or friend.
"Hey Ryan, how about you ring the bell. It tolls for the fucking lycans this day!" Dan called out, to which Ryan heard from up above. The American chuckled, as he was fond of the metal genre of music, but he enjoyed to listen to just about anything, he would often make jokes about bands back and forth with Dan, who he had become close with as a friend.
The ex-marine grabbed the rope within the bell, and gave it a hard jerk to the side. The massive bell rang, it's sound echoing throughout the entire village. It was incredibly loud right next to Ryan, but he didn't care, he was used to the loud sounds of artillery, and gunfire from his time in the marine corps.
"For whom the bell tolls!" Ryan sang out, his voice being broadcasted into the transceivers of the other men that were stationed all throughout the abandoned village.
"Now is not the time to be joking around." Grumbled Barlow Williamson, he was also American like Ryan but was of European descent. His hair was spiked up similar to Ryan Miles, short on the side, but spikey on the top, and had a growing mustache, and goatee.
Barlow was one of the men that was first introduced to this vigilante squadron, he and Malosi were the founders of it. The man was also considered to be the most violent of them all, his brutal ways of fighting, and killing his enemies is what Ryan Miles tried to base his combat skills off of. He sat in a chair within a woodcutter's workshop, on a counter behind him sat an axe, and there was a buzz saw nearby as well.
Barlow was also the one that initially saved Dan, Moises, and Ryan from the doomed suburban town. Becoming their adult figure until they reached the age of 18, sometime before Ryan turned 18, they met Malosi Johnson who was from the Florida Keys. Malosi was rewarded for his bravery by Barlow, who granted him the leader role of the Forgotten Ops when they became an official mercenary group.
Barlow was usually silent, but when he was angry, he would lash out, and when he would lose control of his temper, everyone listened to what he had to say or did what he told them to do out of fear of being mutilated. He would also go out of his way to do literally anything to protect the mercenary squadron, even if it was crazy things.
"Catching some movement on the radar, everybody prepare yourselves." Warned Moises Adebowale, who was from the Congo in Africa, the man stood behind an abandoned stagecoach while holding a rocker launcher on his shoulder, ready to fire at the horde in which was now looming on the horizon, he had caught several lycans coming in from the North.
Moises was the most silent one, and he was the hard hitting one of the group who handled most of the heavy weaponry, and artillery. He was often at times referred to as a secondary leader by Malosi, even though that honor was given to Barlow if the Samoan-American was to ever die in combat or by other means.
Ryan zoomed in the North with the scope on his rifle, and he could see a mass of approaching lycans, all of them with saliva dripping from their bloodthirsty mouths. The American squeezed the trigger, and the shot burst from the gun with a loud bang! He watched as the head of one of the lycans practically exploded into pieces, it's brain matter, and bits of it's skull flying all over the place, some of the lycans even diving onto it to feast upon it's innards!
"The mongrel army feasts upon themselves when given the chance." Ryan laughed as he took aim once again before unleashing another powerful round right into the chest of another lycan, letting out a howl of pain before collapsing, a gaping wound in it's sternum.
The lycans started to come into view for Malosi now, as well as the others that were now out in the street. Barlow as well as Dan held on to their assault rifles, firing into the distance with no mercy given, the two soldiers re-loading when necessary.
Malosi was also bringing the pain to the carnivorous fiends, downing several of them all at one time in a sweeping motion with his rifle as well. It was then that Moises came out of cover with his rocket launcher, and fired directly at the oncoming horde. The rocket spiraled within the air before coming into contact with the large group of fiendish enemies, the impact killed several all at one time, and sent many others flying into the air, when they hit the ground, the velocity at which they were thrown brought them their demise.
"Re-loading!" Moises called out as he placed his RPG down, grabbing another rocket out from the back of the stagecoach.
After a few hours of waiting for another wave to hit the village, it had been almost dead silent, too silent...now all one could hear was the hail of gunfire mixed in with the roars, barks, and howls of the lycan horde. One could also hear the occasional explosive booms that the sniper rifle, and the rocket launcher would release upon firing their projectiles.
Even though this lone squadron was doing wonders against their vicious foes, the lycans were still far too numerous for their weaponry, however big it may be, to handle. The only thing that could perhaps wipe them all out in one go is a nuclear bomb, or a drone strike, but that would risk killing the soldiers as well.
"There are too many!" Ryan warned, his voice filled with a slight hint of fear as he watched the lycans coming even closer to his allies who were still out in the street.
"Hold fast!" Malosi barked, and the men stood their ground reluctantly, deep down they wanted to run for the comfort of cover.
As the lycan horde grew closer, and closer, suddenly, several explosions went off in the distance! A thick cloud of smoke, and dust was thrown into the air, as well as the corpses of the now dead lycans that had stepped on the mines.
The men cheered with sadistic satisfaction as they witnessed their enemies trample over the mines, as well as getting tangled up in a dense patch of barbed wire, the barbs cutting deep into the flesh of the lycans, causing them to mindlessly bite at their own wounds like savage cannibalistic dogs.
The lycans began to pile up within the barbed wire, crushing each other due to the added weight of the great heap of salivating hordes. The amount of dead, and then struggling lycans smothered the barbed wire out, covering it up completely for other lycans to safely pass over.
Once the smoke cleared, there appeared to be virtually no lycans coming in from the North. Ryan zoomed in with his scope, but still there was no sign of the fiendish humanoids coming for them.
However, Blade checked his radar, and detected several more coming from the North, more than the last wave. The other sides of the village were protected by automatic turrets that would fire when detecting motion of the enemies.
"I'm detecting movement coming in from the North, hundreds, if not thousands of those bastards are coming." Moises warned, and it was only a few seconds later that a fiery arrow landed in the brick road next to them, damn near hitting Dan in the shoulder, missing it by six inches...
Malosi, Moises, Barlow, and Dan all examined the arrow for a moment before another one landed on the machine gun that Malosi was using, causing him to scramble back to avoid the flames!
"Get to fucking cover!" Ryan called out from above them, this caused the men to quickly glance at the sky above them. Instead of the beautiful evening sky, it was replaced by a bright orange glow.
"Holy shit, run!" Malosi exclaimed, diving into a bakery in which was the building that was closest to him, Barlow made a mad dash towards the woodcutter's workshop for his shelter. Moises dove under the stagecoach while Dan darted into an alleyway as a volley of fiery arrows rained upon them!
Had the arrows not been in flames, the amount of arrows would have blotted out the sun, instead, it was like the sun was falling upon the brave men.
Now, several of the buildings of this village were made out of wood, and many of them were made from tougher materials that could withstand the heat of the fire tipped projectile, however, all of the buildings had a wooden roof, which would mean bad luck for those that took shelter inside of one.
"Dan, get those fucking turrets, and line both of them up next to each other, quickly!" Malosi shouted at the top of his lungs, and the Englishman didn't hesitate to bolt from cover so he could retrieve the turrets in which were in front of the church.
"Riders approaching at twelve o'clock!" Ryan warned, using his Barret .50 cal to pick some of them off, sparing the horses, but slaying the lycans.
Some of the lycans that were running with the horses appeared to be larger than the others, and they also seemed to be wearing armor, with masks covering their faces, and spiked gauntlets covering most of their arms.
When Malosi emerged from his cover, he noticed that his machine gun had completely burst into flames, rendering it useless. Now he only had four grenades, two flash grenades, and two frag grenades, as well as an m17 pistol.
"Fuck the lot of you!" He screamed, removing a flash grenade from a pocket on his tactical vest before launching it as hard as his beefy arms allowed him.
When it burst, a bright flash of light was seen in the eyes of the lycans, and their horse companions. Their movements became erratic as they were momentarily blinded, smashing into each other, some of them falling over, getting trampled or crushed. However, more just kept coming!
Malosi was relentless, taking out another flash grenade, and hurling it at the oncoming horde in the distance, which seemed infinite in number. Even more of the lycans fell as their horses tumbled around following the flash, but more kept coming!
"For fucks sake!" The Samoan-American screamed, seeing just how numerous the numbers were of his enemies. It was then that he took one of his frag grenades, and pulled the pen before lobbing it towards the horde.
When the grenade burst, it toppled over several horses, killing them including their rider, and it also slain the large lycans too. Seeing their bodies go flying made Malosi laugh sadistically, enjoying the sight of them getting blown to bits!
His fit of laughter was abruptly stopped when a fire arrow rushed right past him, which could only mean that even more were coming!
"What?!" He cried out, the leader of the mercenary group noticed Barlow emerging out from the shelter of the woodcutter workshop with a hand-held m134 minigun strapped to his back, the brave soldier stepping out into the middle of the blood soaked street while aiming it towards the oncoming lycan army!
"FUCKERS!" Barlow roared as he unleashed a barrage of bullets towards the horde, going from left to right, the amount of shredding projectiles being fired was unfathomable, a loud buzz was all that was heard coming from the heavy gun as he mowed down the lycans, and their horses without mercy or shame, hell, he even laughed at the sight of the horses collapsing, crushing the large lycans under their weight.
"Ryan, is there any light machine guns left?" Malosi asked into his transceiver, not wanting to use his pistol just yet.
"Yes, there in the chapel where I'm at." Ryan replied, his voice crackling through the transceiver as his voice was broadcasted.
"I'm on my way." Malosi said before throwing another frag grenade towards the lycans while Barlow was occupied with shredding them apart with his minigun, unleashing absolute hellfire upon the lycans.
When Malosi arrived at the chapel doors, Dan emerged with a Winchester Model 1200 shotgun, cocking it up with a stern look on his face as he rushed out to do combat.
"Did you set up the turrets like I told you to?" Malosi asked, the Englishman replied with a nod of his head before rushing out beyond Barlow's line of fire to get in close range with some lycans that may be alive, but injured.
When Malosi entered the chapel, he noticed a lone m249 light machine gun resting against the wall, it was fully loaded with two extra magazines of ammunition next to it. It was the only light machine gun left, a smile came upon his face as he immediately made his way over to the weapon.
Meanwhile on the outside of the chapel down the street, Moises rolled out from under the stagecoach in which was starting to catch fire now. The tarp over the back of it going up in flames within a matter of seconds, his tactical vest almost caught fire, but he was able to throw himself against a wall.
"Too close, too fucking clo-" Before Moises could even finish his sentence, an arm burst from the wall right next to him, causing him to scream in shock before stumbling to the side, reaching on his belt to grab his pistol.
The African quickly scrambled to his feet as the large lycan burst from the wall with a blood curling roar, he could see it salivating uncontrollably from underneath it's mask that only covered part of it's face.
Moises began to unload round after round at the beast with his pistol, he clearly needed some gun that had a bit more of a punch like a shotgun, or a rapid firing gun like a machine gun, be it light or heavy.
The large lycan roared furiously before charging at Moises, knocking him to the ground with no remorse. The african grunted upon hitting the concrete sidewalk, he was out of ammo when he fired again, evident when the pistol clicked. Moises knew he wouldn't have time to reload before he was pounced on, so he had to buy himself some time, he would launch the pistol to the fiend's mask as hard as he could!
The firearm connected, a grunt was heard from the large lycan, and half of it's mask fell to the sidewalk, revealing half of it's face which was snarling coldly down at it's prey, drool dripping down from it's hideous jagged edged teeth.
"You're one ugly motherfucker..." Moises growled in response as he slowly started to scoot back, this caused the large lycan to roar down at him before lunging in to attack!
The beastly humanoid attempted to stab at his head with it's spiked gauntlet, but Moises was able to roll out of the way at the last second, The African made sure to keep his eyes glued to the lycan as it attempted to kill him in a blind fury. The fiend lunged at him once more only for Moises to again roll away, now he tried to get back up to his feet, but the lycan rushed him!
Moises expected the humanoid to pounce on top of him, which it did, and he started to fall down before it came down at him, landing on his back, kicking his legs up into the stomach of the large mutant, sending it soaring over his head. He was fighting hard, and was doing a good job at avoiding the mutant's deadly attacks. Moises rose back up to his feet, and he was starting to get cocky now.
"Come on motherfucker, is that all you got?!" Moises asked aggressively, raising his voice in defiance to the lycan to which it replied to him with a hateful roar. The African soldier attempted to dash for his pistol, but was snagged by the collar of his tactical vest, and dashed into the wall by the lycan!
The mutant didn't let up as it held one hand firmly against the throat of Moises, it reared it's other arm back, it's spiked gauntlet pointing right between his eyes. However, the African was not about to let himself get killed by this beast as easy as it wanted. Moises used his arms to viciously shove the arm in which was pressing onto his throat away, the force caused by the push was enough to get the large lycan's body to turn one way, and it received a brutal elbow to the side of his head!
When Moises prepared to throw a punch towards the head of the lycan to combo his elbow strike, his neck was snagged by the lycan which had enough of his resistance. It roared at him with hatred in it's eyes, and it tried to plunge it's spiked gauntlet right into the right eye of the African, but he blocked it with his gloved hands!
The lycan growled before it pushed forth with an indescribable amount of force! Enough to puncture through both of Moises' hands, and plunging the spike right into his eye, the lycan even twisted his arm to add extra damage before releasing his victim. Moises screamed in sheer agony as blood gushed out from the hole in the right part of his face where his eye used to be, now it was gouged out. The African had never felt such pain, forcing him to collapse into a seated position against the wall as he howled in excruciating pain!
The large lycan licked it's lips as it prepared to go for the killing blow, but then an explosive round went off, killing it! The skull of the lycan becoming a geyser of blood as it's brain matter was splattered all over the wall, shards of it's shattered skull cluttering to the blood soaked ground next to Moises.
"I've got you brother!" Dan exclaimed, cocking his shotgun some more, starting to drag his wounded companion away from the battle while he continued to scream in unbelievable amounts of pain.
At this point in time, Barlow had ran out of ammo on his minigun, causing him to curse as loud as his lungs would let him before dropping the heavy weapon to the ground. When he stood back up, a flaming arrow grazed past his face, slicing into his flesh, and creating a seared wound on his right cheek that made it look like one side of his lips were curving up into a Chelsea grin, the deep gash caused a great shock of pain to jolt through his cheek, close to his lip.
"Son of a fucking bitch, god-dammit!" Barlow cussed loudly as he stumbled over into the woodcutter's workshop, one of his gloved hands covering up the gash on his face as the blood started to smear the lower right side of his face.
Unfortunately for Barlow, a huge majority of the ceiling would collapse due to burning for so long, creating a gaping hole in the roof! The loud explosive noise startled him, almost making him leave the shop, but when he turned around, a large lycan was waiting for him!
Barlow took a step back, only to feel sharp, jagged teeth sink into his beefy shoulder. The man screamed in shock as well as pain as he felt his blood ooze out from the puncture wounds that the teeth of the regular lycan behind him created, the large lycan in front of him roared before charging towards him, this caused Barlow to kick his legs up, nailing the humanoid in the chest, knocking it back some!
Barlow planted his feet back on the ground, and leaned forward, pressing his hip into the body of the lycan behind him, tossing the fiend over him in a maneuver similar to that of a judo throw. The counter behind him which had an axe sitting on top of it didn't turn out to be destroyed, so the violent man grabbed hold of the weapon before hacking it right into the chest of the regular lycan laying at his feet.
The large lycan rushed forth once more, attempting to stab into Barlow's chest with the spike on the end of it's gauntlet, but the man took a step back, and snagged it's arm into his grasp. He used one of his feet to turn on the buzz saw that was right next to him as he grappled with the mutant.
With a scream, Barlow fell to his knees, forcefully dragging down the large lycan with him. The buzz saw instantly began to rip and tear through the arm of the mutant, causing it to howl in pain. The flesh tearing noise of the buzz saw slicing through the beefy arm of the armored lycan was sickening to hear, and then a high pitched grinding noise was heard as it touched the bone, blood and sinew splattering all over the face of Barlow, and the body of the lycan itself!
Within seconds, the entire lower arm of the lycan was severed by the buzz saw, the beast collapsed, roaring in agony, writhing on the floor of the woodcutter's workshop. Another regular lycan came to it's aid, clutching an axe in it's hand. The mutated human took a downward swing towards Barlow's head, but missed his right eye by inches. The blade cutting on his brow, slicing through the hair, and cutting into the cheek under his right eye, creating a bloody scar.
"So you want to target my head?!" Barlow screamed as the lycan raised the axe over it's head once again, but before it could strike downwards, the man swatted the weapon out of it's hands, the axe smashing into the burning wall.
The lycan then lunged forward, attempting to sink it's teeth into the head of Barlow, but the man caught it by grabbing both sides of it's head, the lycan hatefully gnashed it's teeth, saliva dripping all over the buzz saw below it as it bit at it's target. Barlow let out a scream of defiance, and then forcefully jerked the lycan down while still keeping a vice grip on the sides of it's head...
The buzz saw began to slice into the head, instantly busting open the flesh, and spraying blood all over the saw, which quickly turned from a rusty steel to a dark blood stained machine. The lycan writhed, and thrashed as it tried to get away, but the pain distracted it from moving with all of it's might. Barlow continued to scream furiously as the blood also went all over his face, drenching him completely like a crimson mask. The buzz saw continued to slice deeper, and deeper into the head of the humanoid until finally it's head was split in half, it's brain pouring out of one side, and slumping to the dirty ground with a splat.
However, the fighting wasn't done yet as the large lycan had used the wall it was leaning against to inch itself back up to it's feet, to which Barlow had noticed. A smirk came to the face of the violent man as the one armed beast bared it's sharp teeth towards him, Barlow quickly grabbed the axe in which had been dropped by the regular lycan right before the large one rushed towards him wildly, taking a swing at it's enemy but missing as Barlow rolled under the attack!
The furious mutant would turn around to try and take another wild swing at him with it's one arm, but again, the beast missed, and was nailed by a slash to the chest that split it's flesh open with a nasty gash, the pain was enough to stagger it back some, prompting Barlow to grab it's severed arm, and ram the spiked gauntlet right into it's mouth! The spiked end pushed through the back of the mouth, and through it's head, piercing it's skull, killing it instantly!
Meanwhile, Ryan was still within the bell tower, sniping as many lycans as he could. The streets started to get overrun by the mutants, and the man found himself to be re-loading more times than he thought, he was starting to run out of ammo.
"Things aren't looking too well, Malosi." Ryan warned as he began to re-load his .50 cal up, this was the last batch of bullets he had, a meager four bullets against the hundreds of lycans that were now plaguing the streets.
When he looked through his scope, instead of getting a view of the blood caked street far below him, instead he had a large blur move past the scope, and then an explosive roar slammed through the bell tower, the impact knocking Ryan off of his feet!
What he didn't see, is a large troll like humanoid mutant had jumped high into the air, spun around, and smashed a gigantic war hammer into the bell tower as hard as it could. This monster towered over the lycans, and it looked like bullets or even shells wouldn't be enough to take it down, it's name was Urias, one of the beasts that the lycans looked up to as their leader of sorts.
Unfortunately for Ryan, the bell tower had started to collapse, what was once a beautiful church falling into complete rubble with himself falling down to the ground with it...
Thankfully for Ryan, this was only a dream, and as the roof of the bell tower began to crumble over him, he was shook awake by the terror that rushed through his body, pumping his veins with adrenaline, another day, another hunt...