'So what do we do?'
Xiang raised his eyebrow at this. It was blindingly obvious that running would be the best bet in such a situation. He turned to the other door and went to open it. Rico slammed it closed when a disembodied hand was thrown against the window. Xiang jumped back and was about to shoot when something came through on the com.
'Xiang! Help! Something's got loose and I think its heading into town. We've got to stop it!'
The message was in frantic Chinese.
'The hell was that Xiang?'
'Liu's in trouble, and so are we if we don't do anything soon.'
He motioned towards the crack in the glass panel. He looked around and saw the air vent directly above him.
'Let's go.'
Xiang hit the grille with the butt of his rifle and pulled a chair over. He went up first, he had a map of the hive and city rolled up and tucked in his left boot. He figured it was always useful to be prepared. He knew that this vent went straight up. This was their escape route. The rest of team started to go up, but Rico hung back, training his gun on the zombie hordes baying for blood. The glass was getting weaker with every body part slammed against it. The spider-webbed panel started to buckle and bend now. Rico was waiting till he could go.
'NOW! RICO! GET UP!'
He jumped and grabbed onto the grille. He got his torso into the vent, but he felt his foot being pulled down. He felt himself being dragged back down.
'XIANG! HELP ME!'
Xiang took his arm and pulled as hard as he could in such a small space. Rico was clawing at the smooth metal of the air con pipe and trying not to be pulled down by whatever had a hold of his foot. He closed his eyes slowly, so that a mist of a sort of after-image lingered in his mind as he fell down. He hit the floor with his shoulder so he wouldn't do any serious damage to himself. He couldn't help but open his eyes, he was curious of the horror that had torn him from his team, the true nature of the company he had served so faithfully for all these years. His eyelids slipped back and his gaze met with that of a scientist, or at least what he assumed was a scientist. It was a man wearing a white coat. Rico jumped up, and saw the bloodthirsty army that was previously at the door had now dispersed.
'You're STARS, right?'
'Who are you?'
'Sensei...professor Li Hiramura, I'm a scientist here. I think you need to come with me.'
'YO! TEAM!'
There was no reply. They had assumed Rico as dead, and moved on.
'Traitors.'
Rico got up and made another jump for the vent. Hiramura again pulled him back down.
'If you want to save your friends, you need to follow me.'
'Like hell.'
Rico punched him square in the jaw and made a break for it up the air con system. Crawling fast was difficult, he nearly caught up to his team, but he was stopped by something; voice, from another offshoot of the main outlet. It was vaguely familiar. Without thinking he followed it through the labyrinth of metal and finally came to its source.
Xiang raised his eyebrow at this. It was blindingly obvious that running would be the best bet in such a situation. He turned to the other door and went to open it. Rico slammed it closed when a disembodied hand was thrown against the window. Xiang jumped back and was about to shoot when something came through on the com.
'Xiang! Help! Something's got loose and I think its heading into town. We've got to stop it!'
The message was in frantic Chinese.
'The hell was that Xiang?'
'Liu's in trouble, and so are we if we don't do anything soon.'
He motioned towards the crack in the glass panel. He looked around and saw the air vent directly above him.
'Let's go.'
Xiang hit the grille with the butt of his rifle and pulled a chair over. He went up first, he had a map of the hive and city rolled up and tucked in his left boot. He figured it was always useful to be prepared. He knew that this vent went straight up. This was their escape route. The rest of team started to go up, but Rico hung back, training his gun on the zombie hordes baying for blood. The glass was getting weaker with every body part slammed against it. The spider-webbed panel started to buckle and bend now. Rico was waiting till he could go.
'NOW! RICO! GET UP!'
He jumped and grabbed onto the grille. He got his torso into the vent, but he felt his foot being pulled down. He felt himself being dragged back down.
'XIANG! HELP ME!'
Xiang took his arm and pulled as hard as he could in such a small space. Rico was clawing at the smooth metal of the air con pipe and trying not to be pulled down by whatever had a hold of his foot. He closed his eyes slowly, so that a mist of a sort of after-image lingered in his mind as he fell down. He hit the floor with his shoulder so he wouldn't do any serious damage to himself. He couldn't help but open his eyes, he was curious of the horror that had torn him from his team, the true nature of the company he had served so faithfully for all these years. His eyelids slipped back and his gaze met with that of a scientist, or at least what he assumed was a scientist. It was a man wearing a white coat. Rico jumped up, and saw the bloodthirsty army that was previously at the door had now dispersed.
'You're STARS, right?'
'Who are you?'
'Sensei...professor Li Hiramura, I'm a scientist here. I think you need to come with me.'
'YO! TEAM!'
There was no reply. They had assumed Rico as dead, and moved on.
'Traitors.'
Rico got up and made another jump for the vent. Hiramura again pulled him back down.
'If you want to save your friends, you need to follow me.'
'Like hell.'
Rico punched him square in the jaw and made a break for it up the air con system. Crawling fast was difficult, he nearly caught up to his team, but he was stopped by something; voice, from another offshoot of the main outlet. It was vaguely familiar. Without thinking he followed it through the labyrinth of metal and finally came to its source.