The 99th Platoon – Escape from Batula's Castle


(A/N A couple of lines for comic relief here…Squeaky vs. …well…you'll see soon enough. Pyst leads the guys into a "graveyard smash" hence the peculiar title. According to the main archive there are 35 more pages of text to go through…so you might want to go eat dinner and come back later. *Laughs* R & R!)

Chapter 10: The Monster Mash

Stealth and RedStorm lashed out blindly as the Vampire circled around them. With an ear piercing shriek it lunged straight at them…

*BAM!*

The door flew open and Pyst ran in, gun blazing. He fired squarely into the Vampire's chest sending it flying backwards into a wall.

"Pyst? What the he-"
"RUN GUYS! RUN LIKE A *****!!!"
Pyst ran back down the corridor.
"Why?" CoolGuy asked seconds before a small army of the UnDead began to pour into the room.
"Pyst you ****! You just had to bring 'em this way didn't you!" Red yelled.
Squeaky and CoolGuy opened fire as Stealth and RedStorm slashed away. Pyst came up behind the group, clearing the doorway.
"I ALREADY TRIED THAT! THERE'S TOO MANY OF 'EM!!"
Pyst ran away again
"He could be right..." Stealth murmured.
"I don't wanna find out if he is!"
The four chased after Pyst, the zombies snapping along at their heels. Squeaky stopped and turned to face the onslaught, while the others ran on ahead, unawares.

"All right guys, ya wanna piece of me?" he laughed wickedly, "Then come and get it!" He grinned wildly as his eyes lit up with their manic blaze. He armed a grenade and ran forward, tossing it with an underarm throw. Seconds later flame erupted from the zombies and shot skywards. The whole room was covered with blood and organs. Squeaky was blown backwards from the suppressed shockwave. He landed on the floor, his front teeth chipped, his helmet busted and dented, twitching occasionally.

"Squeaky!"
Sarge followed the sound of the explosion and saw the wounded pyrotechnic. He removed his basic med kit from his backpack.
"Shit. Errr look Squeaky lemme try and patch you up here...right...this funny thing goes here...and if we rub some o' that over there we might...yep...it looks 'bout right...uh ha!"
Squeaky was completely wrapped in bandages. He mumbled something from beneath the white wrappings.
"You can thank me later!"
Squeaky forced his hands and feet out of the bandages and removed them from his face. His eyes went wide and he pointed behind Sarge.
Sarge turned and saw a giant, shaggy Vampire looming over his shoulder, each of its fists as big as Sarge's head.

The Vampire opened its mouth wide, preparing to snap Sarge's head up…

*Buck…*

The grenade soared over their heads and landed in the beast's open mouth. Sarge and Squeaky hit the deck as the head exploded, sending gore all over the room.
Sarge looked up and gratefully accepted Deja's help in pulling him to his feet.
"What took you?"
"I had a little problem…" She patted her grenade launcher. "But I took care of it."

"SARGE! LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!" Squeaky pulled out his flamethrower and fired past Sarge, singeing his tail. "Die vile beast of Hell!"
Sarge turned around to see a small bat fluttering down the corridor.
"Squeaky, have you lost your min-"

The bat suddenly dropped into a dive and swooped under Squeaky's helmet.
"AHHHHHHHHH! IT'S IN MY HAIR! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!"
"Squeaky..."
"GET IT OUT! HELP ME! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"If you'll just..."
"IT'S CRAWLING! HELP!"
"SQUEAKY!"
"Don't worry Sarge, he'll pass out soon," said Deja.

"ARGH! Can't...see...bat...poison...the bat apocalypse is here...we're...doomed!"
The bat zipped out from under Squeaky's helmet and continued on its merry little way. Squeaky fell to the ground, his feet up in the air.
"Told you so."
"Great…now I need to fix him again…"

"All units! All units! We need a regroup location!" Sarge yelled over the radio.
"Pyst here, there's a good spot out on the east side."
"What is it? Chael over…"
"It's the cemetery."
"That'll do. You heard the order boys, all units: to the cemetery!"

Pyst pocketed his radio.
"Don't zombies usually hang around in cemeteries?" CoolGuy asked.
"No," Pyst replied, "Why should they?"
Pyst ran towards the cemetery, RedStorm, CoolGuy, and Stealth chasing after him.

-=Later=-

Pyst, Stealth, Mon, CoolGuy, Dark and RedStorm crept through the cemetery.
"How much further?" RedStorm asked.
"This place is creeping the hell outta me!" Mon hissed.
"Live with it! A little fear makes you stronger!" said Pyst.

*Ugggg…*

"Cut that out Stealth!"
"That wasn't me Pyst…"
"Uh-oh..."
Zombies emerged from the ground in every direction. CoolGuy swore loudly.
"Great idea Pyst! Lets go through the cemetery!!!" RedStorm yelled in frustration.
"I know it was great idea…"
"I was being sarcastic you dick!"
"Just shut the hell up and just shoot the bastards!" Dark roared.

Blood flew everywhere as bullets, and swords blurred. Dark struck down another zombie by gutting it. The organs lay on the ground in a puddle of ooze.
Zombies enclosed the platoon on all sides. Pyst kept fighting, not giving up. The rest were encouraged by him, and retaliated, doubling their attack against the zombies. Stealth brought his blade almost elegantly through a zombie's neck. Its head fell to the ground, rolling down the slope. Dark flipped onto the other side of the zombies, and claimed a few heads of his own.

Soon enough, the encirclement was gone, and new zombies rose from the ground. The Platoon ran forward ploughing their way through before they could be pinned down.

Pyst fired, two bullets tearing through the last zombie's skull.
"That it? Did we get 'em all?!"
Pyst looked over at Dark, who was still recovering from his mutation. The transformation had healed the wound "Sarge" had given him but he still felt woozy. He slumped down against a tombstone.
"You alright Dark?"
"I'm fine..."
"Ya sure? Cause most people say that when they don't usually mean it and they wind up dead most of the time."
Dark growled at Pyst.
"Hey, if you say you're fine, you're fine I guess."
"GUYS! We could really use a hand right now!" RedStorm yelled.
Pyst turned to see Stealth, CoolGuy and RedStorm battling a sinewy Vampire, almost identical to Butler, the first one they had met.
"Holy! Mon keep an eye on Dark!"
Mon nodded. Pyst charged after the Vampire and readied his gun…

-click-click-click-

"Dammit! I'm empty!"
The Vampire raised his arm over CoolGuy preparing to crush him.
"Like hell you piece of dog ****!" Pyst yelled. He grabbed his combat knife and jumped on the Vampire's back. He rammed the blade into its shoulder. It roared in pain and tried to shake Pyst off.
"Hit it guys!!!"
RedStorm and CoolGuy open fire, but the beast is appeared unaffected by bullets.
"Mon! Dark! Get your asses out here!"
"Dark isn't here!" Mon yelled back. Pyst almost lost his grip on the Vampire's neck.
"What?!"
"He ran off muttering something about silver!"
"Bloody hell!"
The Vampire suddenly swung his neck and Pyst went flying. Stealth tried to slash at the Vampire. Pyst raised a hand.
"You need heavy weapons! Everything else just isn't strong enough!" he got to his feet, his weapon reloaded.
"You can't fight that thing alone!" yelled CoolGuy.
"Don't worry, Mon will back me up. Right Mon?"
"Um..."
"Good! Just hurry up guys! Find Sarge! We'll be alright!"
The rest left to find Sarge and the others leaving Mon and Pyst standing in front of the towering monstrosity. The Vampire crouched into an attack position.
"You want a piece of me eh? Come on you little bitch!"
"Taunting it may not be a good idea at the moment..."

The Vampire jumped, both arms raised. Suddenly, it screamed in pain as a sword cut it in half. The Vampire burst into a pile of sizzling embers. Dark breathed heavily, clutching his sword in his right hand.
"Alright! Way to go man!" Mon cheered.
"That's some mighty fine 'cutting in half' dude!" commented Pyst.

*We're at the cemetery with RedStorm and Stealth. Pyst? Are you guys ok? Do you copy? Over.*
"We copy Chael…be there in a second…"
Patting Dark on the back the fearless trio made its way through the graveyard.