Chapter 1: Blood Tide
Author's Note: Thank you to smilesmega, my one reviewer (though I suppose I didn't really write anything worthy of reviewing)! In response to your review, no, Alex isn't Alexander Anderson. I plan to put Alexander in later. Now, a bit of info on the setting: Into the Darkness is set about 240 years in the future; the reason that it seems similar to present day is that humanity has hit a technological wall. There are some new things, which you will see, but not all that much. (Maybe this is just an excuse for me being lazy?) OK, R&R folks, and enjoy!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing or any of it's characters, not making money, sick of disclaimers already, and I like peanuts.
"Shit, shit, shit!" yelled Alex, tossing his empty gun away. The corpse kept on walking. Alex grabbed a piece of splintered metal off the ground, brandishing it like a sword. "You want some!? Come and get some!" He lunged, smashing the ghoul around the head. Nothing happened. Alex smashed the ghoul around the head several more times. More nothing. "Ah, fuck!" Alex gave up, and stuck the spike in the ghoul's head, attempting to distract it. The ghoul howled and fell into several pieces, which disintegrated in front off Alex's face. Howls echoed through the woods; the ghouls had caught his scent. Alex ran.
Alex had been bringing up the rear when Smythesson had first screamed. All he saw was Smythesson being dragged up into the branches like something out of an Alien movie. Then Corper. The rest of the squad, Alex included, dived off the path, bringing their guns to bear on the spot where Smythesson and Corper vanished. Then Mary screamed, before her voice was suddenly cut off, giving way to a frenzied gurgling. Alex turned to see gray hands fastened to Mary's neck, protruding out of a bush behind her, shaking her like a doll. He screamed and emptied several rounds into the hands, blowing them off. Mary slumped forwards, her neck broken. Several zombies jumped out of the bushes, leaping towards the remnant of the crack D-11 squad. The others were caught by surprise, their necks twisted from behind. The ghouls began to feed; Alex did what any sensible person would do, and ran.
Right, I ran out of time writing this one too, so I'll finish it in Chapter Two. R&R please, that's how I get inspired. Flames welcome.
Author's Note: Thank you to smilesmega, my one reviewer (though I suppose I didn't really write anything worthy of reviewing)! In response to your review, no, Alex isn't Alexander Anderson. I plan to put Alexander in later. Now, a bit of info on the setting: Into the Darkness is set about 240 years in the future; the reason that it seems similar to present day is that humanity has hit a technological wall. There are some new things, which you will see, but not all that much. (Maybe this is just an excuse for me being lazy?) OK, R&R folks, and enjoy!!
Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing or any of it's characters, not making money, sick of disclaimers already, and I like peanuts.
"Shit, shit, shit!" yelled Alex, tossing his empty gun away. The corpse kept on walking. Alex grabbed a piece of splintered metal off the ground, brandishing it like a sword. "You want some!? Come and get some!" He lunged, smashing the ghoul around the head. Nothing happened. Alex smashed the ghoul around the head several more times. More nothing. "Ah, fuck!" Alex gave up, and stuck the spike in the ghoul's head, attempting to distract it. The ghoul howled and fell into several pieces, which disintegrated in front off Alex's face. Howls echoed through the woods; the ghouls had caught his scent. Alex ran.
Alex had been bringing up the rear when Smythesson had first screamed. All he saw was Smythesson being dragged up into the branches like something out of an Alien movie. Then Corper. The rest of the squad, Alex included, dived off the path, bringing their guns to bear on the spot where Smythesson and Corper vanished. Then Mary screamed, before her voice was suddenly cut off, giving way to a frenzied gurgling. Alex turned to see gray hands fastened to Mary's neck, protruding out of a bush behind her, shaking her like a doll. He screamed and emptied several rounds into the hands, blowing them off. Mary slumped forwards, her neck broken. Several zombies jumped out of the bushes, leaping towards the remnant of the crack D-11 squad. The others were caught by surprise, their necks twisted from behind. The ghouls began to feed; Alex did what any sensible person would do, and ran.
Right, I ran out of time writing this one too, so I'll finish it in Chapter Two. R&R please, that's how I get inspired. Flames welcome.