CHAPTER 2
The Bloodflow Begins
The very simple, very explicitive thought that went through Oliver's head at that point was simply -
"GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!"
And with that, he turned and ran in the opposite direction, as the lizard creature began jumpping for him, claws flaying
around. It just barely edged Oliver as he leaped off the sidewalk and onto the street.
Oliver's van was about 30 feet away and he was sprinting like mad, as the creature bounded behind him.
He took a small look behind himself, and his eyes widened in fear, noticing more creatures falling to the ground, not being
hurt too badly by the impacts. He knew he had to get some sort of weapon and blow these fuckers away.
He'd be goddamned if he didn't die trying to survive. He eventually made it to the side door of his Van.
He quickly just smashed on it, making it open up quickly, and he ran inside, closing it behind him, and letting the strange
beast behind him smashing into the door. Oliver quickly looked around, trying to find one of the guns in his van that he
remembered to have actually loaded.
He spotted his simple M8000S handgun in it's holster. He quickly rushed to it, and pulled it out, just as another ram from
the creature was made. Suddenly, a claw smashed through the window, one of those "things" clawing through to get at
Oliver. But, Oliver wouldn't have it.
He aimed the handgun straight at the thing's head and pulled the trigger twice. His arm was a bit harmed by the two
shocks that his body took from the gun firing, but it was worth it, as he lay on his left side, slightly holding himself up.
The two bullets fired from the handgun went straight into the creature's arm, making two very visible holes from the
9mm rounds. Blood squirtted a bit from the wound, and dripped itself onto the front seats of the van. But, most just
flowed out and covered the arm in blood. The creature screeched and retreatted.
The van was struck again by the creatures around it, and shook roughly.
Oliver looked over to see a shotgun of his, and thought for a few seconds.
He quickly put the M8000S in the holster again and put the holster on himself.
His thoughts ran to what the hell these things were, and the shock of losing his friend started to slowly seep in as he
grabbed the Benelli M3S Super 90, beginning to load it carefully. It was pretty obvious by this time who the hell had
sent those things, so he wasn't thinking too much about that. The loss of Jackson would prove to be interesting to him.
He loaded the last shot when the thought hit him like a bullet. "Gangs."
The place was infestted with gangs, right? If he could lure the creatures to the gangs, the gangs would take care of the
creatures. Simple. But, with a problem. What if he didn't survive? Where were these gangs? Would he have to interact
them them? He gruffly grunted and cocked the shotgun. Who gives a shit?
*****
Oliver had three guns on him. All loaded. He had also some minor amounts of extra ammo for them. As much as he could
carry. Most for the primary. His primary weapon was the big M3S, his most trustworthy shotgun. And then his secondaries
were the M8000S and the IMI Desert Eagle (chambered for .50 Caliber rounds) which he had only an extra clip for.
He didn't have any extra clips for the M8000S, just a box of bullets. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. He suddenly
opened the side-door to the van and jumpped out, looking around cautiously. The sun was still slowly setting, almost
annoyingly slow. Oliver could strangely feel anger rising in himself from it's slowness.
He quickly snapped out of his mood, getting back to the task at hand. He heard some low screeching sounds coming from
all around him. And suddenly, all of a sudden, he found himself surrounded by those things. And other things.
These new creatures looked like the others but with charred-black skin, and glowing green eyes. Oliver held out his M3S
and aimed it at the masses of creatures. There only seemed to be 10. He could take them. But, that was 10 years ago.
He sighed.
*****
"GET THE FUCK OVER HERE, YOU FUCKING DICKLESS SHIT!"
Jordan had been running for what seemed like hours. His skinny, unmuscular body couldn't take it that much. Michael's
strong body was used to this, as he chased Jordan down through the warehouse. I guess you could say Jordan would
deserve it. Killling Michael's boss was one thing. Killing Michael's best friend in the heist was another. Jordan still clutched
the murder-weapon. His Colt 1911A1. 2 shots left. He'd counted. Michael was unarmed, but a big, strong, enormous
gangster. As Jordan neared the blackened, dark exit of the warehouse, Michael saw something that would be imprintted
in his brain for the rest of his life.
Those green, glowing eyes.
Only seen for a split second.
The next thing he saw, Jordan was on his knees.
But, his head was missing. Blood sprayed upwards like a fountain, as the body then fell on the hard cement.
Michael stopped chase, after seeing Jordan go down.
He had no weapons on him, and wondered who'd done that.
And how.
Then, he saw the glowing eyes again.
They started moving back and forth quickly. A black, lizard-like creature on two legs walked from the darkness.
Michael gulped. The green, glowing eyes stopped glowing, and showed green, lizard-like eyes that looked deep
into Michael's soul, almost searching out his sins. Something to punish him with, a reason to slaughter him.
The creature growled mildly, and opened it's mouth. Suddenly, a large green glob of goo came out towards Michael.
It didn't hit him, landing a foot in front of him. Michael looked down at the green glob. It was melting the cement.
Straight through. It was acidic. Heavily. He gulped deeply. The creature then screeched at him, and begin charging.
It leaped high into the air and raised it's left claw. But, while in the air, it was suddenly riddled with buckshot.
The pellets penetrated the skin of the creature, making green blood spray out in little squirts. The creature fell 4 feet
away from Michael. It hit the cement with a loud, squishy, disgusting splat. It let out a minor screech and then another
shot blast went into it's back, splattering another bunch of green, gooey blood.
The bloody mess that was the creature was no more.
Michael still looked at the creature, in shock mostly.
He then stared hesitantly ahead of him.
He saw a man. The man looked to be in his mid-fourties.
He was wearing a plaid shirt, kakki pants, and sneakers.
An older man wearing that and looking as strong as he did almost confused Michael.
"Got a pest problem?" the man asked Michael. After a long pause, Michael replied, "yeh." The man smirked.
"Name's Oliver Johnson." The smirk seemed to cool Michael down, even though he could still smell the fucking
smell of the creature. Michael was about to announce himself when a sudden fast amount of screeches uproared
in the warehouse. It came from where the other one had. Oliver turned to it and growled.
"Not more of them. There's hundreds of them."
"What the fuck ARE these things, muthafucka?!"
"Don't have time to explain, just GO!"
Michael did NOT need to be told twice.
He suddenly charged off into the other end of the warehouse. But, out of nowhere, he heard a low hissing sound
from above. He stopped to look up, but suddenly, a large glob of green acid suddenly dropped on his face.
The goo started to melt through his dark skin, blood dripping down his face as the acid began spreading.
Oliver looked at Michael quickly, and then looked back at the darkness.
From the darkness, came two glowing green eyes.
And also, three pairs of glowing red eyes.
Meanwhile, Michael fell to his knees, screaming madly as his face began melting off.
Blood, nerve, sinew, eventually bone....all beginning to melt away from his face as it plunged to the hard cement,
having died from the pain. The acid continued burning, until his head was no more. Oliver watched the five creatures
come from the darkness and found himself getting nervous. Very nervous.
He'd remembered this nervous feeling from `Nam, but he'd only felt it when the Guerillas were near. Then, he realized it.
There was something behind him.
He turned around and saw nothing. But, then, in the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny shift in the light.
And then he noticed two blue eyes, glowing as well. He began to sweat immensely.
Cloaking creatures, too? Jesus!
The creature suddenly decloaked itself, showing the skin like the others, but it was a nice, dark red.
The blue eyes glowed almost soothingly at Oliver. He then turned around to the other five.
He pumpped the shotgun and aimed it at them. Suddenly, one of them leaped at him, making him turn to his side and
blasting it in the side, and pushing it to the pavement hard, making a blood mess as it rolled along the paved floor, landing on its side.
Another one tried to attack him in the side, but he backed away just in time to dodge the claw jabbing forwards.
He pumpped the shotgun quickly and blasted the arm, dead-on, blasting the arm straight off, making the black
creature scream and howl in pain as it bled profusely from it's wound.
Oliver pumpped the shotgun again, and the next one, the second black one, tried to leap at him.
He aimed upwards, shooting two quick shots, and moving back to dodge the falling, now-headless body of the creature.
Blood oozed madly from it's neck and hollowed-out stomach. He turned towards the next two that ran for him,
and pumpped the shotgun again. Remembering he was low on ammo, he began backing away.
As soon as one was close enough, he fired, blasting a bunch of buckshot into the lizard-like beast's neck, making streams
and fountains of blood go out madly as it screeched and howled in immense pain, choking eventually and keeling over.
Oliver suddenly pulled out the Desert Eagle in his left hand and tosed the shotgun as the other creature stopped and looked
at him. He traded hands with the Desert Eagle and aimed it at this last one's forehead.
"Say fuck you to your buddies for me!"
He pulled the trigger, launching the high-calibre slug into the green-skinned creature's forehead, blasting the brains out the
back of the head, making a large hole in the process, too. The blast also mildly hollowed-out the insides of the creature's
brains, as it fell forwards and hit the cement hard. Oliver smirked and put the Desert Eagle back and grabbed his shotgun.
"This is actually beginning to get fun."
The Bloodflow Begins
The very simple, very explicitive thought that went through Oliver's head at that point was simply -
"GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!"
And with that, he turned and ran in the opposite direction, as the lizard creature began jumpping for him, claws flaying
around. It just barely edged Oliver as he leaped off the sidewalk and onto the street.
Oliver's van was about 30 feet away and he was sprinting like mad, as the creature bounded behind him.
He took a small look behind himself, and his eyes widened in fear, noticing more creatures falling to the ground, not being
hurt too badly by the impacts. He knew he had to get some sort of weapon and blow these fuckers away.
He'd be goddamned if he didn't die trying to survive. He eventually made it to the side door of his Van.
He quickly just smashed on it, making it open up quickly, and he ran inside, closing it behind him, and letting the strange
beast behind him smashing into the door. Oliver quickly looked around, trying to find one of the guns in his van that he
remembered to have actually loaded.
He spotted his simple M8000S handgun in it's holster. He quickly rushed to it, and pulled it out, just as another ram from
the creature was made. Suddenly, a claw smashed through the window, one of those "things" clawing through to get at
Oliver. But, Oliver wouldn't have it.
He aimed the handgun straight at the thing's head and pulled the trigger twice. His arm was a bit harmed by the two
shocks that his body took from the gun firing, but it was worth it, as he lay on his left side, slightly holding himself up.
The two bullets fired from the handgun went straight into the creature's arm, making two very visible holes from the
9mm rounds. Blood squirtted a bit from the wound, and dripped itself onto the front seats of the van. But, most just
flowed out and covered the arm in blood. The creature screeched and retreatted.
The van was struck again by the creatures around it, and shook roughly.
Oliver looked over to see a shotgun of his, and thought for a few seconds.
He quickly put the M8000S in the holster again and put the holster on himself.
His thoughts ran to what the hell these things were, and the shock of losing his friend started to slowly seep in as he
grabbed the Benelli M3S Super 90, beginning to load it carefully. It was pretty obvious by this time who the hell had
sent those things, so he wasn't thinking too much about that. The loss of Jackson would prove to be interesting to him.
He loaded the last shot when the thought hit him like a bullet. "Gangs."
The place was infestted with gangs, right? If he could lure the creatures to the gangs, the gangs would take care of the
creatures. Simple. But, with a problem. What if he didn't survive? Where were these gangs? Would he have to interact
them them? He gruffly grunted and cocked the shotgun. Who gives a shit?
*****
Oliver had three guns on him. All loaded. He had also some minor amounts of extra ammo for them. As much as he could
carry. Most for the primary. His primary weapon was the big M3S, his most trustworthy shotgun. And then his secondaries
were the M8000S and the IMI Desert Eagle (chambered for .50 Caliber rounds) which he had only an extra clip for.
He didn't have any extra clips for the M8000S, just a box of bullets. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. He suddenly
opened the side-door to the van and jumpped out, looking around cautiously. The sun was still slowly setting, almost
annoyingly slow. Oliver could strangely feel anger rising in himself from it's slowness.
He quickly snapped out of his mood, getting back to the task at hand. He heard some low screeching sounds coming from
all around him. And suddenly, all of a sudden, he found himself surrounded by those things. And other things.
These new creatures looked like the others but with charred-black skin, and glowing green eyes. Oliver held out his M3S
and aimed it at the masses of creatures. There only seemed to be 10. He could take them. But, that was 10 years ago.
He sighed.
*****
"GET THE FUCK OVER HERE, YOU FUCKING DICKLESS SHIT!"
Jordan had been running for what seemed like hours. His skinny, unmuscular body couldn't take it that much. Michael's
strong body was used to this, as he chased Jordan down through the warehouse. I guess you could say Jordan would
deserve it. Killling Michael's boss was one thing. Killing Michael's best friend in the heist was another. Jordan still clutched
the murder-weapon. His Colt 1911A1. 2 shots left. He'd counted. Michael was unarmed, but a big, strong, enormous
gangster. As Jordan neared the blackened, dark exit of the warehouse, Michael saw something that would be imprintted
in his brain for the rest of his life.
Those green, glowing eyes.
Only seen for a split second.
The next thing he saw, Jordan was on his knees.
But, his head was missing. Blood sprayed upwards like a fountain, as the body then fell on the hard cement.
Michael stopped chase, after seeing Jordan go down.
He had no weapons on him, and wondered who'd done that.
And how.
Then, he saw the glowing eyes again.
They started moving back and forth quickly. A black, lizard-like creature on two legs walked from the darkness.
Michael gulped. The green, glowing eyes stopped glowing, and showed green, lizard-like eyes that looked deep
into Michael's soul, almost searching out his sins. Something to punish him with, a reason to slaughter him.
The creature growled mildly, and opened it's mouth. Suddenly, a large green glob of goo came out towards Michael.
It didn't hit him, landing a foot in front of him. Michael looked down at the green glob. It was melting the cement.
Straight through. It was acidic. Heavily. He gulped deeply. The creature then screeched at him, and begin charging.
It leaped high into the air and raised it's left claw. But, while in the air, it was suddenly riddled with buckshot.
The pellets penetrated the skin of the creature, making green blood spray out in little squirts. The creature fell 4 feet
away from Michael. It hit the cement with a loud, squishy, disgusting splat. It let out a minor screech and then another
shot blast went into it's back, splattering another bunch of green, gooey blood.
The bloody mess that was the creature was no more.
Michael still looked at the creature, in shock mostly.
He then stared hesitantly ahead of him.
He saw a man. The man looked to be in his mid-fourties.
He was wearing a plaid shirt, kakki pants, and sneakers.
An older man wearing that and looking as strong as he did almost confused Michael.
"Got a pest problem?" the man asked Michael. After a long pause, Michael replied, "yeh." The man smirked.
"Name's Oliver Johnson." The smirk seemed to cool Michael down, even though he could still smell the fucking
smell of the creature. Michael was about to announce himself when a sudden fast amount of screeches uproared
in the warehouse. It came from where the other one had. Oliver turned to it and growled.
"Not more of them. There's hundreds of them."
"What the fuck ARE these things, muthafucka?!"
"Don't have time to explain, just GO!"
Michael did NOT need to be told twice.
He suddenly charged off into the other end of the warehouse. But, out of nowhere, he heard a low hissing sound
from above. He stopped to look up, but suddenly, a large glob of green acid suddenly dropped on his face.
The goo started to melt through his dark skin, blood dripping down his face as the acid began spreading.
Oliver looked at Michael quickly, and then looked back at the darkness.
From the darkness, came two glowing green eyes.
And also, three pairs of glowing red eyes.
Meanwhile, Michael fell to his knees, screaming madly as his face began melting off.
Blood, nerve, sinew, eventually bone....all beginning to melt away from his face as it plunged to the hard cement,
having died from the pain. The acid continued burning, until his head was no more. Oliver watched the five creatures
come from the darkness and found himself getting nervous. Very nervous.
He'd remembered this nervous feeling from `Nam, but he'd only felt it when the Guerillas were near. Then, he realized it.
There was something behind him.
He turned around and saw nothing. But, then, in the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny shift in the light.
And then he noticed two blue eyes, glowing as well. He began to sweat immensely.
Cloaking creatures, too? Jesus!
The creature suddenly decloaked itself, showing the skin like the others, but it was a nice, dark red.
The blue eyes glowed almost soothingly at Oliver. He then turned around to the other five.
He pumpped the shotgun and aimed it at them. Suddenly, one of them leaped at him, making him turn to his side and
blasting it in the side, and pushing it to the pavement hard, making a blood mess as it rolled along the paved floor, landing on its side.
Another one tried to attack him in the side, but he backed away just in time to dodge the claw jabbing forwards.
He pumpped the shotgun quickly and blasted the arm, dead-on, blasting the arm straight off, making the black
creature scream and howl in pain as it bled profusely from it's wound.
Oliver pumpped the shotgun again, and the next one, the second black one, tried to leap at him.
He aimed upwards, shooting two quick shots, and moving back to dodge the falling, now-headless body of the creature.
Blood oozed madly from it's neck and hollowed-out stomach. He turned towards the next two that ran for him,
and pumpped the shotgun again. Remembering he was low on ammo, he began backing away.
As soon as one was close enough, he fired, blasting a bunch of buckshot into the lizard-like beast's neck, making streams
and fountains of blood go out madly as it screeched and howled in immense pain, choking eventually and keeling over.
Oliver suddenly pulled out the Desert Eagle in his left hand and tosed the shotgun as the other creature stopped and looked
at him. He traded hands with the Desert Eagle and aimed it at this last one's forehead.
"Say fuck you to your buddies for me!"
He pulled the trigger, launching the high-calibre slug into the green-skinned creature's forehead, blasting the brains out the
back of the head, making a large hole in the process, too. The blast also mildly hollowed-out the insides of the creature's
brains, as it fell forwards and hit the cement hard. Oliver smirked and put the Desert Eagle back and grabbed his shotgun.
"This is actually beginning to get fun."