Fallen Heroes
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dino Crisis 2 franchise.
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Sergeant Ted McDougal saw the flash of brilliant light and felt the shockwave of the uncontrolled burst of Third Energy that sent the research facility, military base, and the town of Edward City to an unbelievable destination. He had already been relieved at his sentry post at the front gate and had turned in his issue sidearm and pistol belt.
He saw soldiers milling about in disarray, officers shouting orders. He went into the locker room of the security office, unlocked his locker and retrieved his pistol belt, and his Glock 21 handgun. Not standard issue for the US Army, in fact more powerful, being chambered for the .45" cartridge instead of the smaller 9mm round, McDougal preferred it because of it's greater stopping power. He dug out the four spare clips in the locker, loading ammunition into the thirteen round magazines from a box of rounds in the locker. He had those stuffed into a belt pouch as he followed a patrol of MPs, as Colonel Herald, the provost marshall, the base's chief of police, ordered the team of men in helmets and kevlar vests outside.
About two minutes after stepping outside, Ted McDougal wished he had run outside with more than just his simple MP fatigue uniform.
The patrol was jumped hard by several tiger striped lizards with razor sharp claws on their hands and feet and curved back teeth. McDougal fired his Glock into the attacking horde, he couldn't believe his life was going to end after four years of Army service, being torn apart at the hands of these velociraptors. No use beating around the bush as to what those things were.
Running seemed to be the only option as the better armed soldiers around him were being torn to shreds on the claws of these creatures. He needed to find help and shelter quickly.
A raptor leaped in front of him and Ted squeezed off a tight pattern of four rounds about the throat and torso, taking it down in a writing pile. He saw two corpses lying outside the NCO's club, their bodies torn apart, their armor and rifles destroyed, a pity since one of the deceased soldiers was about his size.
He ducked inside behind the bar as he heard the ground start shaking and noticed that there weren't any more raptors chasing after him. He peeked under the bar and found a shotgun strapped underneath. He chuckled, Paco never took too kindly to rowdy drunks tearing through his bar. Whether they were newly promoted coporals or sergeant majors with twenty or more years experience he didn't care, that shotgun had been pulled on more than one occassion when fights started in the bar.
The riot gun didn't do him much good this time around. He saw the liquid in the various proofs in the bar shake again, it was an impact tremor, of something big walking. He saw a large lizard shape, about eight meters tall with dagger like teeth.
He saw Paco hiding behind a wrecked truck in the street. No doubt the middle aged barkeep was scared shitless, Ted damn near was. The creature drew nearer to the bar and the truck, following the scent of flesh, it's nostrils flaring near the bar.
Paco took the opportunity to run for his life. He barely got more than three steps before the Allosaurus knocked him down, pinned him with one great clawed foot. Sergeant McDougal heard only a scream and a crunch of bones as the Allosaurus started to dine on its prey. He knew he had to get out of that building, but that big, nasty Allosaurus was still lurking outside, carrying off Paco's corpse somewhere.
To be continued...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dino Crisis 2 franchise.
~ ~ ~ ~
Sergeant Ted McDougal saw the flash of brilliant light and felt the shockwave of the uncontrolled burst of Third Energy that sent the research facility, military base, and the town of Edward City to an unbelievable destination. He had already been relieved at his sentry post at the front gate and had turned in his issue sidearm and pistol belt.
He saw soldiers milling about in disarray, officers shouting orders. He went into the locker room of the security office, unlocked his locker and retrieved his pistol belt, and his Glock 21 handgun. Not standard issue for the US Army, in fact more powerful, being chambered for the .45" cartridge instead of the smaller 9mm round, McDougal preferred it because of it's greater stopping power. He dug out the four spare clips in the locker, loading ammunition into the thirteen round magazines from a box of rounds in the locker. He had those stuffed into a belt pouch as he followed a patrol of MPs, as Colonel Herald, the provost marshall, the base's chief of police, ordered the team of men in helmets and kevlar vests outside.
About two minutes after stepping outside, Ted McDougal wished he had run outside with more than just his simple MP fatigue uniform.
The patrol was jumped hard by several tiger striped lizards with razor sharp claws on their hands and feet and curved back teeth. McDougal fired his Glock into the attacking horde, he couldn't believe his life was going to end after four years of Army service, being torn apart at the hands of these velociraptors. No use beating around the bush as to what those things were.
Running seemed to be the only option as the better armed soldiers around him were being torn to shreds on the claws of these creatures. He needed to find help and shelter quickly.
A raptor leaped in front of him and Ted squeezed off a tight pattern of four rounds about the throat and torso, taking it down in a writing pile. He saw two corpses lying outside the NCO's club, their bodies torn apart, their armor and rifles destroyed, a pity since one of the deceased soldiers was about his size.
He ducked inside behind the bar as he heard the ground start shaking and noticed that there weren't any more raptors chasing after him. He peeked under the bar and found a shotgun strapped underneath. He chuckled, Paco never took too kindly to rowdy drunks tearing through his bar. Whether they were newly promoted coporals or sergeant majors with twenty or more years experience he didn't care, that shotgun had been pulled on more than one occassion when fights started in the bar.
The riot gun didn't do him much good this time around. He saw the liquid in the various proofs in the bar shake again, it was an impact tremor, of something big walking. He saw a large lizard shape, about eight meters tall with dagger like teeth.
He saw Paco hiding behind a wrecked truck in the street. No doubt the middle aged barkeep was scared shitless, Ted damn near was. The creature drew nearer to the bar and the truck, following the scent of flesh, it's nostrils flaring near the bar.
Paco took the opportunity to run for his life. He barely got more than three steps before the Allosaurus knocked him down, pinned him with one great clawed foot. Sergeant McDougal heard only a scream and a crunch of bones as the Allosaurus started to dine on its prey. He knew he had to get out of that building, but that big, nasty Allosaurus was still lurking outside, carrying off Paco's corpse somewhere.
To be continued...