The 99th Platoon – Escape from Batula's Castle


(A/N If you found the last radio transmission confusing let me make it clear that the name at the end is who said the sentence. That last bit was actually from a movie. If anyone can tell me the film…uh…you'll get a cookie? To be completely honest with you I've forgotten which film it was…but it was a good one…Heh. Right, get those quills out and review away!)

Chapter 7: Leave no one behind

Sarge pocketed the radio. Behind him he could hear Pyst.
"Oh ho, ho! I'm gonna enjoy this!"
*whirrrrr- TraTA TraTA TraTA TraTA TraTA TraTA*
A line of zombies fell down to the ground…only to get up again seconds later. Oreos aimed with his K7 and punctured their rotted skulls.
"Why?! Why head shots? A shot to the chest kills everything else!"
"That's because zombies…" began Oreos.
"Did I ask for a lesson in zombies?!"
As the five moved on zombies swarmed in to cut them off from behind. Pyst turned and fired. The zombies fell. Pyst aimed at the fallen corpses and fired again.
"Hey, this is fun!"

A zombie lunged at Dark, but he quickly disposed of it. Blood splattered on the ground, and two zombies lurched forward in his direction. The blur of silver that was Dark's sword passed through the first's neck and into the second's gut. Blood oozed out onto his clothes. He kicked the body away, and dashed forward, ploughing a path back to the main hall.

Pyst charged into the fray of zombies, guns a blazing, not caring whether he killed a zombie or not.
"Yeah! Come on! You can't touch me! Not this crazy mudda!" A zombie suddenly grabbed Pyst from behind. "ACK! What did I say asshole!!!"
Pyst smacked the zombie with a clenched fist, whipped around and emptied the clip into the zombie's head. Pyst reloaded his minigun. Three zombies made a lunge for him. Pyst jumped back and blasted all three zombies, when he tripped over a zombie's corpse. Pyst stumbled into the entrance hall and ran into Deja. The two fell and hit the floor.
"Hey!" exclaimed Deja.
"Sorry, my bad!" said Pyst. Sarge suddenly walked in, steaming.
"WHAT THE **** ARE DOING PYST!?"
"No! Sarge! It's not what you think!!!"
"IT SURE LOOKS LIKE IT!!!"
Sarge reloaded his shotgun and aimed for Pyst's crotch. Pyst scrambled to his feet and ran to hide behind Chael.

"Where are the others?" Chael asked Stealth. Stealth wiped zombie blood off his blade and shrugged.
"We lost them after Deja's explosion," said Twisted, reloading his uzis.
"I and I think dey're still out tha!" said ILZ. He took his hat off and ran his hands through his hair. He needed a smoke and he knew he wouldn't be getting another one tonight…
"Did they get the order to fall back?"
Pyst fired at a couple of stray zombies. Suddenly the zombies turned, as if they had given up…as if they had found easier prey…

-=Meanwhile back with Nightshift 3=-

Squeaky's flamethrower roared as it burned the zombies that had converged at the end of a hallway to a crisp. RedStorm's staff added its, now familiar, metallic resonance to Squeaky's flamethrower's roar. He turned to look at Mon and CoolGuy who were busy working on the radio.
"Hey! Any luck fixing that thing?"
"I'm a medic, not a mechanic!"

The zombies were never ending…it was almost as if they realised that Nightshift 3 was trapped.

"They just keep coming!" Red shouted as he nailed zombies in the head with the end of his staff.
"There's just too many!" Squeaky yelled out. "I'm almost out of gas…and I don't have time to change can!"
"The radio still isn't working," CoolGuy said in despair. He got up and punched a zombie in the head with his barbed knuckles.
"We have to fall back!" cried Mon.
"We're with you on that one! Where to?"
 More zombies swarmed in to close their escape from behind. Mon pulled a large painting off the wall. Red smashed it to pieces, leaving the debris in front of the zombies. Squeaky then set it on fire with his final burst of flame.
"That's one side covered!"
CoolGuy turned to the new wave behind them. He hopped from one ball of his foot to the other, always dodging slow swipes and retaliating with a sharp blow to the head.
Suddenly the zombie waves fell back…Mon looked up and saw the reason.

Unlike Butler this one was thinner and seemed to rely more on a thin frame for speed than on pure brute strength. It hissed in its characteristic pitch and whipped its tail through the air. The Vampire had at some point been a Squirrel, but it was now much altered.
It was bald of all fur and its skin was pale, a milky white. Its eyes were a blood red and were narrowed into slits. Its tail, once short and bushy, was now naked and long. It acted like a living whip.

RedStorm turned to attack it and found his staff pulled from his hands and held tightly in the Vampire's tail. It shrieked again as CoolGuy lunged at it. In the blink of an eye it had moved from in front of CoolGuy to behind him. Fending the others off with Red's staff, it grabbed CoolGuy's head and tilted it backwards, ready to strike. CoolGuy flailed madly attempting to rid himself of the vile creature.

Mon heard it first…that slight ripple, like a flag waving in the wind.
He leapt over the small pile of flame and landed directly on the Vampire, feet first. CoolGuy fell to the ground. The Vampire hissed at Dark, dropping RedStorm's spear. Red snatched it in mid air.

"Go. The others are behind. Leave, you can't fight this."
"What?!"
Dark threw them his tattered trench coat.
"Go!"
They ran.

Dark cracked his knuckles.
"Let's see what you got…"
Its tail whipped round faster than the eye could follow. But Dark was trained…he was expecting something of the sort. He flipped through the air, snagging the tail as it whipped the space where his head had been seconds ago.
Grabbing his normal combat knife Dark pinned the whip-like tail to the wall. The creature shrieked in frustration as it tried, in vain, to free itself.
Even trapped like that it was still dangerous. Without warning it delivered a fast and powerful blow to Dark's jaw. The panther was hurled, full force, into the wall.
When he stood up he removed his shades. There was a large crack in one of the lenses. He stuck them in his pocket and looked at the Vampire with his rare, violet eyes.
"You really have no idea who you're fucking with…" he whispered. He raised a foot and slammed it against the beast's jugular. It choked and gasped for air as Dark kept his foot in place. He drew his sword from the vertical sheath down his back and detached the vampire from its head. It rapidly dissolved as a pile of burning cinders.
Dark pulled his knife out of the wall and slid it into his boot.

*MWaaahHUaagGggg*

"Uh oh."

"Where's Dark?" Sarge asked when he saw Nightshift 3 run down the corridor.
"We ran into one of…Them. He was the only one who could handle it."
"What?! Are you crazy?" Chael asked. "Leave no man behind!" Then he added, "No offence Deja."
"None taken. But Chael's right, you don't leave anyone behind."

The radio buzzed into action.
"Guys...if you can hear me…I'm going to need help," Dark finished. He turned to look at the swarm around him.

He delivered a roundhouse to the one in front of him, sending it sprawling into a wall. Another, from behind, lunged at him. Dark whirled around, bringing the blade of his sword through the zombie's skull. It's brains dropped to the floor.
His eyes flickered from the corridor to the line of zombies in front of him. Dark did a front flip over the middle zombie; slashing open it's head. One almost bit into his leg, but the panther shook it off and sliced its gut open. The decaying organs fell to the floor along with the rest of the vile carcass.
He spun around, delivering a spin kick to one of the zombies' heads. It fell, and he seized its neck, ripping off the whole front. The panther with the peculiar pre-military occupation, threw the piece of the neck at the next zombie, making it stagger back. Just as he was about to finish it off, another jumped on his back.
A quick kick was delivered to the zombie in front of him, making its head fall to the ground. The panther whirled around. The zombie was staring into Dark's cool, calculating eyes. Dark sidestepped and brought his sword through its torso. Both pieces fell to the ground.
The zombies started closing in on him. Dark stood, slashing quickly, every strike hitting its mark. Blood flew into the air. The blur of silver entered zombies and exited the other side.
They encircled Dark, sneering at him. He panted, exhausted. He was tired. For each zombie he killed there were always more to take its place. He was trapped.
Time seemed to stop…
The zombies shrieked with delight…they were going to feed...