Fallen Heroes, Part 2
He ran towards a building outside the back door of Paco's bar. Ducking inside, he found himself in the wreckage of the officer's club; a place enlisted men were not usually permitted. McDougal did an ammo check on what he had left it was disheartening. He had four fully loaded thirteen round clips left of the five he had gone outside with plus one round from his first battle with the velociraptors chambered in the Glock. He ejected the empty and loaded a full clip. The riot gun and it's five round magazine were slightly more promising. The magazine was fully loaded, he gathered from checking the chamber and actually unloading and reloading the gun. He had about eight shells on the cloth loops for reloads. He didn't have as many shotgun shells as he did .45 rounds but the 12-gauge shells had more stopping power than the .45's did.
He barely got more than two steps inside the officer's club, gingerly stepping over a corpse when a velociraptor sprung from around a corner. Firing the riot gun, McDougal backed off, blasting a huge hole in the raptor. Firing again, he managed to kill the predatory lizard when the blasts from the riot gun alerted more raptors into the fray.
He was convinced that getting out of the building was his only hope. He stepped outside, well aware that the Allosaurus was out there, possibly finishing off Paco's remains, but still looking for something else to add to its brunch.
He ran outside into sunlight, half expecting raptor claws to tear him to shreds and having his fear confirmed when a raptor leaped towards him, about to make a meal out of one Sergeant Theodore C. McDougal.
The raptor was grabbed out of the air in mid leap and the distinct crunch of bone could be heard as the Allosaurus began feasting on this raptor tidbit.
While both raptors and Allosaurus distracted McDougal decided to make himself scarce. He found himself confronted by more dinos. These were different, about a meter and a half high, with a bony beak, sharp claws and pack behavior.
He didn't think these were a threat until one spit towards him. The thin stream of liquid missed and struck a metal girder nearest him, the tart odor of dissolving metal filling the air. He proceeded to fire the riot gun at a cluster of them, killing two and severely maiming the other. After firing several shots he drew his .45 to preserve his limited riot gun ammo and started running and shooting his way through the gauntlet and emerged out of the alleyway into the nearby base commons where a battle was taking place. A group of soldiers jumped a pack of raptors sneaking toward the battle scene with the Allosaur lurching around where Paco had met his grisly end along with many other defending soldiers.
He made an endeavor to join them, but the raptors turned and attacked and McDougal was forced to flee, shooting wildly at the attacking lizards and diving inside the Post Exchange. He ran without pause, getting behind the sporting goods counter where hunting and fishing supplies were sold. Many of the hunting rifles were broken, useless; the dinosaurs had been in here before, obviously.
'C'mon, .45 ACP, somebody on this base had to have ordered them.' he thought as he rummaged through the counter, looking for ammo, he was down to his last .45 round and had used all of the riot gun's ammo. He found a box of fifty cartridges in company with about five more along with half a dozen .45 clips. He loaded rounds into his two empty clips, he had been forced to drop the other three in his mad flight to safety or what he believed to be a reasonable facsimile thereof. He took two more clips, loaded them up as quickly as possible, all the while hearing the velociraptor footsteps getting closer and closer to where he was hiding. He also spied a box of about twenty shotgun shells but was faced with a decision, they were high up on the shelf, and if he stood the raptors would see him and be upon him in seconds. He also knew he needed something to carry the other clips and bullets with. Fortunately there was a backpack within reach. He emptied the contents, put the clips and ammo boxes in and made a silent grab for the shells.
He got them, but a raptor turned toward his direction and he shoved the box into the pack, zipped it closed and ran out the back door. He pushed a dumpster against the door, so as to deter the raptors inside. He saw three more raptors blocking his path out of the alley and thought for sure he was screwed, there was no way he could get either of his weapons up in time to kill them. A burst of machinegun fire and the roar of an engine caught his ear and he saw a jeep pull up, the gunner gesturing him to get in. He ran, jumping over a downed raptor and got into the jeep. As it roared away, McDougal had no idea that the ordeal for the survivors was just beginning...
To be continued...
He ran towards a building outside the back door of Paco's bar. Ducking inside, he found himself in the wreckage of the officer's club; a place enlisted men were not usually permitted. McDougal did an ammo check on what he had left it was disheartening. He had four fully loaded thirteen round clips left of the five he had gone outside with plus one round from his first battle with the velociraptors chambered in the Glock. He ejected the empty and loaded a full clip. The riot gun and it's five round magazine were slightly more promising. The magazine was fully loaded, he gathered from checking the chamber and actually unloading and reloading the gun. He had about eight shells on the cloth loops for reloads. He didn't have as many shotgun shells as he did .45 rounds but the 12-gauge shells had more stopping power than the .45's did.
He barely got more than two steps inside the officer's club, gingerly stepping over a corpse when a velociraptor sprung from around a corner. Firing the riot gun, McDougal backed off, blasting a huge hole in the raptor. Firing again, he managed to kill the predatory lizard when the blasts from the riot gun alerted more raptors into the fray.
He was convinced that getting out of the building was his only hope. He stepped outside, well aware that the Allosaurus was out there, possibly finishing off Paco's remains, but still looking for something else to add to its brunch.
He ran outside into sunlight, half expecting raptor claws to tear him to shreds and having his fear confirmed when a raptor leaped towards him, about to make a meal out of one Sergeant Theodore C. McDougal.
The raptor was grabbed out of the air in mid leap and the distinct crunch of bone could be heard as the Allosaurus began feasting on this raptor tidbit.
While both raptors and Allosaurus distracted McDougal decided to make himself scarce. He found himself confronted by more dinos. These were different, about a meter and a half high, with a bony beak, sharp claws and pack behavior.
He didn't think these were a threat until one spit towards him. The thin stream of liquid missed and struck a metal girder nearest him, the tart odor of dissolving metal filling the air. He proceeded to fire the riot gun at a cluster of them, killing two and severely maiming the other. After firing several shots he drew his .45 to preserve his limited riot gun ammo and started running and shooting his way through the gauntlet and emerged out of the alleyway into the nearby base commons where a battle was taking place. A group of soldiers jumped a pack of raptors sneaking toward the battle scene with the Allosaur lurching around where Paco had met his grisly end along with many other defending soldiers.
He made an endeavor to join them, but the raptors turned and attacked and McDougal was forced to flee, shooting wildly at the attacking lizards and diving inside the Post Exchange. He ran without pause, getting behind the sporting goods counter where hunting and fishing supplies were sold. Many of the hunting rifles were broken, useless; the dinosaurs had been in here before, obviously.
'C'mon, .45 ACP, somebody on this base had to have ordered them.' he thought as he rummaged through the counter, looking for ammo, he was down to his last .45 round and had used all of the riot gun's ammo. He found a box of fifty cartridges in company with about five more along with half a dozen .45 clips. He loaded rounds into his two empty clips, he had been forced to drop the other three in his mad flight to safety or what he believed to be a reasonable facsimile thereof. He took two more clips, loaded them up as quickly as possible, all the while hearing the velociraptor footsteps getting closer and closer to where he was hiding. He also spied a box of about twenty shotgun shells but was faced with a decision, they were high up on the shelf, and if he stood the raptors would see him and be upon him in seconds. He also knew he needed something to carry the other clips and bullets with. Fortunately there was a backpack within reach. He emptied the contents, put the clips and ammo boxes in and made a silent grab for the shells.
He got them, but a raptor turned toward his direction and he shoved the box into the pack, zipped it closed and ran out the back door. He pushed a dumpster against the door, so as to deter the raptors inside. He saw three more raptors blocking his path out of the alley and thought for sure he was screwed, there was no way he could get either of his weapons up in time to kill them. A burst of machinegun fire and the roar of an engine caught his ear and he saw a jeep pull up, the gunner gesturing him to get in. He ran, jumping over a downed raptor and got into the jeep. As it roared away, McDougal had no idea that the ordeal for the survivors was just beginning...
To be continued...