Danger Rising
Chapter 3: SWAT vs. The Horde.
AN: Alright Haven't updated in a while. Reveiw me damn it. I'm doing this
because I want to see what people think of my work. okay then. I just want
to know people are reading.
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Just as walker and Zander were walking into the main connecting hall, Cole ran up. "Hey, Captain Walker, you are gonna have one hell of a time beleiveing this shit." Cole shouted. "What is it now, Cole?" Jesse asked pretty annoyed. "I'm kinda takin in a prisoner here." he added pointing at Zander. "Yeah I realise that, but, up the hall, in the conference room, you just gotta see it for yourself!" Cole half shouted. "Geez, man, I'm right here, you don't have to fuckin deafen me." Zander said trying to rub his ears. He then got pulled forward, being restrained by handcuffs and dragged forward by Jesse. As they walked up the hall, they could hear Stewards running and screaming like a rabid hyena down the hall yelling out, "Oh, god. They're coming, they're coming." behind him a mob of the "Cannibals" were following. Jesse's eyes reflected what he saw. The rotten faces of the udead shambling forward, an attempt at sinking their teeth into warm flesh and devour it. Jesse could smell their putrid smell as well. "Hmm, Undead... Zombies." Jesse said in a seemingly unatural calm. Jesse then turn and looked at his prisoner, Zander, who seemed very ingnorant of the danger they were presently in. Jesse undid the cuffs and pocketed them. "Try to run, and I will execute you myself. Got it?" Jesse said. Zander was about to reply, his guns were pushed into his hands. "Fall back! We'll regroup and hold them off in the main lobby. Cole run outside and get back up." Cole ran faster than a river. "What the blue hell is goin' on here?" Zander asked Jesse earnestly. "I was about to ask you the same thing." Jesse replied. **************************************************************************** ****** Most of the squad had fallen back to the main entrance, it would seem that all the members of the squad had a run in of one kind or another with the walking dead, or in their words the "cannibals". Zander, Jesse, Cole, and Stewards just burst out of the entrance to the room from the hallways inside running like madmen. Behind them zombies were coming through the small entrance with a great deal of force. It was like a scene from a Romero flim. As the stragglers caught up the the rest of the group Jesse yelled "Open Fire, you sonsabitches" And they did open fire. Jesse and the rest were catching there breath.
"W-what the hell are they?" Zander asked in between quick sharp breaths. "I know what they are, I just don't wanna believe it." Jesse said in a similar fashion. In a manner similar to water, the zombies now in a wider area spread out, and were moving an incredibly slower pace than they had been in the hall. The suppressive fire laid down by the SWAT team was having the effect of slowing the horde down, but ultimately having no progressive effect towards the teams survival. "Aim for the motherfuckers' heads," Stewards yelled out. The SWAT members must have been deaf or dumbasses or something, they panicked and just began wildfire. "Okay," Stewards said kind of calmly"This looks like a job for the incredible Stew and Cole, then, huh?" "Fuck you." Cole mumbled under his breath. "What was that?" Stewards asked half laughing. Cole enthusiastically gave him the finger. "Just shoot, you damn bastard." Cole said, taking aim, too bad for him, his aim like a cock eyed snail. Stewards was having no trouble getting in head shots. Jesse had taken out his 50A.E. magnum and begun blowing off heads left and right (in front of him now). Zander took in a deep breath and took aim with his two .45 Autos. "Time to go to work." Zander spoke aloud to no one in paticular.
(Oh, and A/N: Cole did get back up. he just ran in to back up Zander, Jesse, and Stewards.)
Zander went to work. He crossed his arms over his chest, then he began to fire, a steady constant repeating fire moving his arms out and wide as he did. In doing this he was connecting with 4/5 headshot accuracy. In one motion he had reduced the hordes numbers by about twenty. After the motion, Zander held his .45s in front of him, Zanders hands making quick angle adjusments and firing as he did each time hitting the head. However, Soon...
CLICK!CLICK!CLICK! "ahh... Holy hell, damn it!" Zander had run out of rounds, then again, actually, so was everone else who had been inside during the raid. The firefight had exhausted their ammo reserves. Zander holstered his handguns. Though Zander had done good to reduce the bulk of the horde, the numbers were still far too much to deal with for the group. Not only that, the horde was closing in on them. Zander was breathing harshly. He turned to his left and saw a SWAT taking aim and only manageing to panick, Zander shruged reached over and: "YOINK" Zander said as he did just that to the SWAT 's 9mm. "Hey, That's mine." The SWAT complained. "What?" Asked Zander, "It's not like you're gonna use it anyway." Zander took aim and began to fire, careful to give only headshots out, he really couldn't afford to waste the ammo. Left and right zombies were falling limp, but the horde still boasted dozens. Now, the horns blew, and the cavalry arrived, and in this I mean the SWATs on the roof came in through the skylights. There were cheers among the remaing SWAT who had been fighting the horde up till now. Among the fresh fighter's were Maria and Sileena. The next ten minutes was the bloodiest anyone in the room had ever seen. The fighting intensified and the SWAT and the zombies faced off. Safe to say the SWAT were losing men. Only with Jesse's precise orders were the SWAT able to do what was needed to get rid of the horde. When the number of zombies was zero Jesse looked over at Sileena. "Remoro, cuff him and bring him out to the wagon." Jesse said indicating Zander. She nodded and walked over pushing Zander face first into the wall, now with his hands behind him she began to put on the cuffs. Zander was fighting back until he noticed HER form. He smirked, and thought{ahh, screw it, it't better than a bullet to the head}. "Ya know, sweetheart, you can cuff me anytime you want to." he said in a flirtatious tone, which given the circumstances, showed just how immature Zander was. "Just shut up, scumbag, or I'll personaly interrogate you, and, I'll make sure it really hurts." Sileena responded angrily. "You promise?" Zander asked innocently, causeing her to groan and violently pull him off the wall and push towards the exit. Jesse looked around at the unbelievable carnage. "Hey, Stewards, get a clean up crew in here." Stewards nodded and ran off towards the exit. As stewards left a six foot two muscular man walked in, he had a combat shotgun hanging off his waist. Bob walked up beside Jesse and patted him on the shoulder. "You did good Walker, I'm impressed." Stinger said. His dark brown eyes shining with what Jesse could only describe as pride. It sickened Jesse. "Good, huh? I lost over half my team and a quarter of the back up." Jesse said in a could sarcasm. almost yelling. "Easy Walker, You got the job done that's all that counts, now, isn't it." Robert said smiling. "Yes, sir." Jesse said regretfully," I suppose it is."
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Just as walker and Zander were walking into the main connecting hall, Cole ran up. "Hey, Captain Walker, you are gonna have one hell of a time beleiveing this shit." Cole shouted. "What is it now, Cole?" Jesse asked pretty annoyed. "I'm kinda takin in a prisoner here." he added pointing at Zander. "Yeah I realise that, but, up the hall, in the conference room, you just gotta see it for yourself!" Cole half shouted. "Geez, man, I'm right here, you don't have to fuckin deafen me." Zander said trying to rub his ears. He then got pulled forward, being restrained by handcuffs and dragged forward by Jesse. As they walked up the hall, they could hear Stewards running and screaming like a rabid hyena down the hall yelling out, "Oh, god. They're coming, they're coming." behind him a mob of the "Cannibals" were following. Jesse's eyes reflected what he saw. The rotten faces of the udead shambling forward, an attempt at sinking their teeth into warm flesh and devour it. Jesse could smell their putrid smell as well. "Hmm, Undead... Zombies." Jesse said in a seemingly unatural calm. Jesse then turn and looked at his prisoner, Zander, who seemed very ingnorant of the danger they were presently in. Jesse undid the cuffs and pocketed them. "Try to run, and I will execute you myself. Got it?" Jesse said. Zander was about to reply, his guns were pushed into his hands. "Fall back! We'll regroup and hold them off in the main lobby. Cole run outside and get back up." Cole ran faster than a river. "What the blue hell is goin' on here?" Zander asked Jesse earnestly. "I was about to ask you the same thing." Jesse replied. **************************************************************************** ****** Most of the squad had fallen back to the main entrance, it would seem that all the members of the squad had a run in of one kind or another with the walking dead, or in their words the "cannibals". Zander, Jesse, Cole, and Stewards just burst out of the entrance to the room from the hallways inside running like madmen. Behind them zombies were coming through the small entrance with a great deal of force. It was like a scene from a Romero flim. As the stragglers caught up the the rest of the group Jesse yelled "Open Fire, you sonsabitches" And they did open fire. Jesse and the rest were catching there breath.
"W-what the hell are they?" Zander asked in between quick sharp breaths. "I know what they are, I just don't wanna believe it." Jesse said in a similar fashion. In a manner similar to water, the zombies now in a wider area spread out, and were moving an incredibly slower pace than they had been in the hall. The suppressive fire laid down by the SWAT team was having the effect of slowing the horde down, but ultimately having no progressive effect towards the teams survival. "Aim for the motherfuckers' heads," Stewards yelled out. The SWAT members must have been deaf or dumbasses or something, they panicked and just began wildfire. "Okay," Stewards said kind of calmly"This looks like a job for the incredible Stew and Cole, then, huh?" "Fuck you." Cole mumbled under his breath. "What was that?" Stewards asked half laughing. Cole enthusiastically gave him the finger. "Just shoot, you damn bastard." Cole said, taking aim, too bad for him, his aim like a cock eyed snail. Stewards was having no trouble getting in head shots. Jesse had taken out his 50A.E. magnum and begun blowing off heads left and right (in front of him now). Zander took in a deep breath and took aim with his two .45 Autos. "Time to go to work." Zander spoke aloud to no one in paticular.
(Oh, and A/N: Cole did get back up. he just ran in to back up Zander, Jesse, and Stewards.)
Zander went to work. He crossed his arms over his chest, then he began to fire, a steady constant repeating fire moving his arms out and wide as he did. In doing this he was connecting with 4/5 headshot accuracy. In one motion he had reduced the hordes numbers by about twenty. After the motion, Zander held his .45s in front of him, Zanders hands making quick angle adjusments and firing as he did each time hitting the head. However, Soon...
CLICK!CLICK!CLICK! "ahh... Holy hell, damn it!" Zander had run out of rounds, then again, actually, so was everone else who had been inside during the raid. The firefight had exhausted their ammo reserves. Zander holstered his handguns. Though Zander had done good to reduce the bulk of the horde, the numbers were still far too much to deal with for the group. Not only that, the horde was closing in on them. Zander was breathing harshly. He turned to his left and saw a SWAT taking aim and only manageing to panick, Zander shruged reached over and: "YOINK" Zander said as he did just that to the SWAT 's 9mm. "Hey, That's mine." The SWAT complained. "What?" Asked Zander, "It's not like you're gonna use it anyway." Zander took aim and began to fire, careful to give only headshots out, he really couldn't afford to waste the ammo. Left and right zombies were falling limp, but the horde still boasted dozens. Now, the horns blew, and the cavalry arrived, and in this I mean the SWATs on the roof came in through the skylights. There were cheers among the remaing SWAT who had been fighting the horde up till now. Among the fresh fighter's were Maria and Sileena. The next ten minutes was the bloodiest anyone in the room had ever seen. The fighting intensified and the SWAT and the zombies faced off. Safe to say the SWAT were losing men. Only with Jesse's precise orders were the SWAT able to do what was needed to get rid of the horde. When the number of zombies was zero Jesse looked over at Sileena. "Remoro, cuff him and bring him out to the wagon." Jesse said indicating Zander. She nodded and walked over pushing Zander face first into the wall, now with his hands behind him she began to put on the cuffs. Zander was fighting back until he noticed HER form. He smirked, and thought{ahh, screw it, it't better than a bullet to the head}. "Ya know, sweetheart, you can cuff me anytime you want to." he said in a flirtatious tone, which given the circumstances, showed just how immature Zander was. "Just shut up, scumbag, or I'll personaly interrogate you, and, I'll make sure it really hurts." Sileena responded angrily. "You promise?" Zander asked innocently, causeing her to groan and violently pull him off the wall and push towards the exit. Jesse looked around at the unbelievable carnage. "Hey, Stewards, get a clean up crew in here." Stewards nodded and ran off towards the exit. As stewards left a six foot two muscular man walked in, he had a combat shotgun hanging off his waist. Bob walked up beside Jesse and patted him on the shoulder. "You did good Walker, I'm impressed." Stinger said. His dark brown eyes shining with what Jesse could only describe as pride. It sickened Jesse. "Good, huh? I lost over half my team and a quarter of the back up." Jesse said in a could sarcasm. almost yelling. "Easy Walker, You got the job done that's all that counts, now, isn't it." Robert said smiling. "Yes, sir." Jesse said regretfully," I suppose it is."
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