Survivor: Deathtrap
Chapter II
Jack Mullens and David Williams sat in the cold; wet Raccoon City street as Jack
tied off David's leg to stop his bleeding. "So what do you and Umbrella have to do with
each other?" asked Jack a little confused. David looked at the patch on his sleeve,
"We're from the U.B.C.S., we deal with corporate terrorism and V.I.P. abduction." David
looked around. "But this, I've never seen anything like this… I saw one of those things
take thirty hits… but it just kept coming." David's head lowered. Jack resumed tying off
David's leg. "I don't know what Umbrella has to do with this, and I don't care." Jack
said, still preoccupied. "All I care about right now is getting our asses out of here alive
and taking anybody with us that we can." His gaze moved up to David's.
"How many guns we got?" asked Jack, "I've got my pistol and one extra clip,
plus we got my M4A1 but it's down to its last clip." David motioned to the gun by his
side. "How many bullets they hold?" Jack asked while taking the pistol from David.
"My M4's only got eighty six bullets left, but the SIGPro's got two full clips which give
you a total of thirty." David said while tightening the strap of cloth tied above his wound.
Jack ejected the clip and inspected it, then slapped it back in. "Can you walk?" Jack
motioned to David's leg. "Probably, hurts like hell though." David said while bracing
himself to get up. Jack rose out of his kneeling position and helped David; on his way up
David grabbed his assault rifle. "I can't believe it's the walking fucking dead." David
said while throwing the M4 over his right shoulder. "We have to aim for the head to take
them down, we cant waste any ammo." David said while walking around a bit to get used
to his dragging leg.
"Lets head down this road and try to make it Uptown, from there we can probably
find a way to escape." Jack said while tucking the extra clip into the left coat pocket of
his GX-7 Gear. "Understood, we'll help anybody we find along the way." David said as
they started down the dark street. They had only walked about three feet when they
heard a garbage can clatter to the ground somewhere around the corner. "What the hell
was that?" asked Jack pulling his gun up. About forty yards away a dark figure shambled
out from around the corner of a burning bank. Jack aimed his gun at the figure but just as
soon another of the monsters had stepped around the corner. "Looks like were getting
popular." David said raising his Assault Riffle and securing his aim on the creatures
ahead. The monster closest to David gave an inhuman moan of hunger, then two more
figures walked around the corner, then three. "Really popular." Jack said while taking a
few steps back. The monsters were no more than thirty feet away now and closing in
fast. They were limping and dragging themselves in an inhuman desperation for flesh.
Jack secured his aim and fired at the closest monster. The shot hit it in the neck, the
resulting exit wound sent a shower of misty blood onto the monster behind it. Jack aimed
again and fired, this shot snapped its head back in a bloody spray and it crumpled to the
asphalt.
David opened up with a volley of automatic fire, bullet holes exploded into two
monsters heads and sent them flying backwards. David's automatic fire pushed another
monster down and he lay on his back in a puddle of blood. At the same time Jack fired
two more shots, one hitting a creature in the head and the other blowing a bloody hole in
another's left leg, causing it to fall face first into the pavement with a wet smack. Jack
took aim again, and fired at the remaining monster, the bullet smashed into the eye and
continued through, exiting the head in a bloody spray of shattered skull and brain tissue.
Blood flowed like a waterfall out of the empty eye socket as the monster collapsed to the
ground. They walked forward cautiously, both keeping their guns trained on the
monsters in front of them. The thick blood of the monsters flowed freely down the street.
David saw movement from one of the monsters on the ground first, it gave a gurgling
moan as it clawed at the pavement and dragged itself toward Jack. Jack whipped to his
left and trained the gun on the creature, he fired a shot straight through the top of its head
and it collapsed back onto the ground in a shower of blood.
David was so preoccupied with Jack that he hadn't seen the other monster crawling
toward him. Jack saw it first, "David, beside you!" he shouted. David turned left, but not
before the creature had grabbed his wounded leg. "Shit! It's got me!" David tried
aimlessly to shake the monsters hand loose but to no avail. The creature was pulling its
gapping mouth closer to David's leg when a shot smashed into its cranium, causing blood
to be vomited onto David's boot. David drug his leg away from the monsters hand and
took a step back. "How much ammo you got left?" David asked Jack while looking at his
own gun. "I got nine now, and fifteen more in the other clip, you?" "I've got enough."
David said while looking at the bodies strewn on the ground. "A cop!" David said as he
spotted one of the monsters he'd shot. "Let's check it for weapons." Jack said as he ran
over and knelt next to the body. The stench of the ripe body was very pronounced; Jack
gagged and started to breath from his mouth to keep from vomiting. David limped over to
the body and watched as Jack searched for guns. "Anything?" asked David. Jack pulled a
black and shiny Smith and Wesson M19 Magnum from the police officers belt. "This and
some .357 rounds." Jack exclaimed while unhooking the officer's belt.
"You want to keep it?" Jack asked while offering the M19 to David. "Nope, I've
got this baby." David said while he hefted the M4 in his left hand. "Let's get going then,
there's no telling how many more of those things are on their way." Jack said as he shoved
the M19 in the officer's holster and fastened the belt around him like a bandoleer. They
both walked around the fire-engulfed bank and turned onto Stockade Street. David walked
slowly due to his injured leg and Jack walked at the same pace so that they could watch
each other's backs. David stopped suddenly and looked up. "What's up?" Jack asked.
"Listen…" said David glancing around the dark sky. Jack looked up but couldn't see
anything, but he did hear something. Through the sound of fire and the far off wails of the
undead, he could hear a sort of humming sound. "What the hell is it?" Asked Jack. The
noise was becoming louder, it was getting closer. "It's a chopper, maybe we can get help!"
David said running into the middle of the street. It was a helicopter, it flew into Jack's
view, and they both started waving frantically and yelling. "I think he see's us!" Jack said
as the helicopter slowed and hovered over the street. Jack noticed that the helicopter was
hauling some kind of canisters, lots of them. The helicopter's spotlight turned on and
pointed directly onto Jack and David, they both shielded their eyes. "Why the hell isn't he
throwing down a rope ladder?" David shouted over the whir of the helicopter blades. Jack
could see one of the large metal cylinders being lowered. "I think we'd better get out of
here!" Without a second thought they both started running as the canister dropped toward
them.
Chapter II
Jack Mullens and David Williams sat in the cold; wet Raccoon City street as Jack
tied off David's leg to stop his bleeding. "So what do you and Umbrella have to do with
each other?" asked Jack a little confused. David looked at the patch on his sleeve,
"We're from the U.B.C.S., we deal with corporate terrorism and V.I.P. abduction." David
looked around. "But this, I've never seen anything like this… I saw one of those things
take thirty hits… but it just kept coming." David's head lowered. Jack resumed tying off
David's leg. "I don't know what Umbrella has to do with this, and I don't care." Jack
said, still preoccupied. "All I care about right now is getting our asses out of here alive
and taking anybody with us that we can." His gaze moved up to David's.
"How many guns we got?" asked Jack, "I've got my pistol and one extra clip,
plus we got my M4A1 but it's down to its last clip." David motioned to the gun by his
side. "How many bullets they hold?" Jack asked while taking the pistol from David.
"My M4's only got eighty six bullets left, but the SIGPro's got two full clips which give
you a total of thirty." David said while tightening the strap of cloth tied above his wound.
Jack ejected the clip and inspected it, then slapped it back in. "Can you walk?" Jack
motioned to David's leg. "Probably, hurts like hell though." David said while bracing
himself to get up. Jack rose out of his kneeling position and helped David; on his way up
David grabbed his assault rifle. "I can't believe it's the walking fucking dead." David
said while throwing the M4 over his right shoulder. "We have to aim for the head to take
them down, we cant waste any ammo." David said while walking around a bit to get used
to his dragging leg.
"Lets head down this road and try to make it Uptown, from there we can probably
find a way to escape." Jack said while tucking the extra clip into the left coat pocket of
his GX-7 Gear. "Understood, we'll help anybody we find along the way." David said as
they started down the dark street. They had only walked about three feet when they
heard a garbage can clatter to the ground somewhere around the corner. "What the hell
was that?" asked Jack pulling his gun up. About forty yards away a dark figure shambled
out from around the corner of a burning bank. Jack aimed his gun at the figure but just as
soon another of the monsters had stepped around the corner. "Looks like were getting
popular." David said raising his Assault Riffle and securing his aim on the creatures
ahead. The monster closest to David gave an inhuman moan of hunger, then two more
figures walked around the corner, then three. "Really popular." Jack said while taking a
few steps back. The monsters were no more than thirty feet away now and closing in
fast. They were limping and dragging themselves in an inhuman desperation for flesh.
Jack secured his aim and fired at the closest monster. The shot hit it in the neck, the
resulting exit wound sent a shower of misty blood onto the monster behind it. Jack aimed
again and fired, this shot snapped its head back in a bloody spray and it crumpled to the
asphalt.
David opened up with a volley of automatic fire, bullet holes exploded into two
monsters heads and sent them flying backwards. David's automatic fire pushed another
monster down and he lay on his back in a puddle of blood. At the same time Jack fired
two more shots, one hitting a creature in the head and the other blowing a bloody hole in
another's left leg, causing it to fall face first into the pavement with a wet smack. Jack
took aim again, and fired at the remaining monster, the bullet smashed into the eye and
continued through, exiting the head in a bloody spray of shattered skull and brain tissue.
Blood flowed like a waterfall out of the empty eye socket as the monster collapsed to the
ground. They walked forward cautiously, both keeping their guns trained on the
monsters in front of them. The thick blood of the monsters flowed freely down the street.
David saw movement from one of the monsters on the ground first, it gave a gurgling
moan as it clawed at the pavement and dragged itself toward Jack. Jack whipped to his
left and trained the gun on the creature, he fired a shot straight through the top of its head
and it collapsed back onto the ground in a shower of blood.
David was so preoccupied with Jack that he hadn't seen the other monster crawling
toward him. Jack saw it first, "David, beside you!" he shouted. David turned left, but not
before the creature had grabbed his wounded leg. "Shit! It's got me!" David tried
aimlessly to shake the monsters hand loose but to no avail. The creature was pulling its
gapping mouth closer to David's leg when a shot smashed into its cranium, causing blood
to be vomited onto David's boot. David drug his leg away from the monsters hand and
took a step back. "How much ammo you got left?" David asked Jack while looking at his
own gun. "I got nine now, and fifteen more in the other clip, you?" "I've got enough."
David said while looking at the bodies strewn on the ground. "A cop!" David said as he
spotted one of the monsters he'd shot. "Let's check it for weapons." Jack said as he ran
over and knelt next to the body. The stench of the ripe body was very pronounced; Jack
gagged and started to breath from his mouth to keep from vomiting. David limped over to
the body and watched as Jack searched for guns. "Anything?" asked David. Jack pulled a
black and shiny Smith and Wesson M19 Magnum from the police officers belt. "This and
some .357 rounds." Jack exclaimed while unhooking the officer's belt.
"You want to keep it?" Jack asked while offering the M19 to David. "Nope, I've
got this baby." David said while he hefted the M4 in his left hand. "Let's get going then,
there's no telling how many more of those things are on their way." Jack said as he shoved
the M19 in the officer's holster and fastened the belt around him like a bandoleer. They
both walked around the fire-engulfed bank and turned onto Stockade Street. David walked
slowly due to his injured leg and Jack walked at the same pace so that they could watch
each other's backs. David stopped suddenly and looked up. "What's up?" Jack asked.
"Listen…" said David glancing around the dark sky. Jack looked up but couldn't see
anything, but he did hear something. Through the sound of fire and the far off wails of the
undead, he could hear a sort of humming sound. "What the hell is it?" Asked Jack. The
noise was becoming louder, it was getting closer. "It's a chopper, maybe we can get help!"
David said running into the middle of the street. It was a helicopter, it flew into Jack's
view, and they both started waving frantically and yelling. "I think he see's us!" Jack said
as the helicopter slowed and hovered over the street. Jack noticed that the helicopter was
hauling some kind of canisters, lots of them. The helicopter's spotlight turned on and
pointed directly onto Jack and David, they both shielded their eyes. "Why the hell isn't he
throwing down a rope ladder?" David shouted over the whir of the helicopter blades. Jack
could see one of the large metal cylinders being lowered. "I think we'd better get out of
here!" Without a second thought they both started running as the canister dropped toward
them.