Authors note: This is gonna be the last chapter, BUT I am gonna type a
sequel call "Last Stand"
Thanks for the help
They continued up the stairwell until they reached a place where the stairs narrowed into a small hallway that led to a door. The single file walked down the hallway and Davis kicked open the door. The door led to a helicopter pad.
"This is it!" said Davis, excitedly.
"How much more time?" asked Mark.
"10 minutes," replied Davis.
"Well I guess it's time I get started, now isn't it?" said Damon, unsheathing his sword.
"Get started with what?" asked Mark, raising his M16.
Damon attacked Mark. Mark rose his M16 but it's barrel was chopped in half and rendered useless. Damon then spun, with his sword extended and it went right through T.J.'s neck. T.J.'s head fell off and his body fell to the ground. Davis raised his MP5, but his hands were quickly cut off. Damon was moving in for the kill when, BKAM! BKAM! BKAM! BKAM!. Damon fell backwards and Davis could see Mark standing their, both .45's unholstered and still aimed at the place where Damon was standing.
Mark hurriedly rushed over to Davis and laid his guns down in front of him. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it tight over the stubs that used to be Davis' hands.
"It's ok Davis, it's gonna be ok," Mark said, trying to comfort him.
"Five minutes and the chopper gets here and I can go home," said Davis, starting to droop, because of loss of blood.
"Hey, you know that guy you shot?" asked Davis looking behind Mark.
"Yea, he is dead, I killed him, I had to he would have killed you," replied Mark.
"He isn't dead! Look he is getting up and walking over here, man that sword is shin.." but Davis was cut off because Mark had ducked and Damon's blade had took off Davis' head.
Mark went to grab for his guns but Damon had already kicked them away. It had begun to rain. Mark rolled as Damon sliced again, but missed. Mark stood up and dodged a few more attacks. Mark searched his belt for something to use against Damon, and his hand brushed across a small metal spray can. He pulled it out and sprayed it in Damon's eyes. Mark quickly hid underneath a small ventilation duct's roof.
Damon stumbled around and waved his sword around blindly.
"Mark, Marky where are you? You wanna know something, your friends killed that skinless monster, and then I picked them off, one by one." Said Damon trying to listen for Mark to make a noise.
"You wanna know why I killed them? Because they weren't really from the Umbrella Corporation, they were from a small rebel group named the A.A.U., the Arms Against Umbrella. The fools thought that they could bring Umbrella down. So Umbrella sent me here to kill them, they set the zombies loose. Those idiots endangered humanity instead of helping it." Said Damon, by this time his eyes had cleared out from the rain and he had located Mark.
Mark jumped up and roundhouse kicked the Katana out of Damon's hand, and it skidded across the helicopter pad and flew off the side of the building. Damon threw a punch and it hit Mark right under his left eye socket, breaking the skin and blood was now rolling down Mark's cheek. Mark did another roundhouse kick, but his foot was caught and he was now balancing on his left hand. He spun his body around and his left foot came up and smashed into Damon's face, causing blood to shoot out of his mouth and run down his neck.
Mark regained his stance as Damon spit out a few teeth. They ran at each other and collided spinning in mid-air and then smashing into the ground in a wrestling fit. The rolled around punching and choking each other, until Damon was on top of Mark choking him. Mark started to choke him back, but then realized that it wasn't working, so he plunged his thumbs into Damon's eyes. The position immediately changed. Damon's grip loosened and Mark flipped him over onto his back, pushing his thumbs back into his head.
Damon screamed and Mark pulled his thumbs out, but then hit the bottom of his nose with the palm of his hand, sending part of his nose bone into his brain, killing him. Suddenly a spotlight flashed through the rain, onto Mark. Mark stumbled to his feet, blood spilling down his face, his left eye swelled up. The helicopter dropped down a rope ladder, and Mark climbed up it.
As he reached the top of the rope ladder, he was helped into the belly of the helicopter by several people. The sat him down and started to clean up his face. They started asking him questions, but their words were blury and he wasn't paying attention anyway. The helicopter started to drift up and over the burning rubble of Raccoon City. Mark drifted off, not caring where they were going just as long as it was not back there.
Thanks for the help
They continued up the stairwell until they reached a place where the stairs narrowed into a small hallway that led to a door. The single file walked down the hallway and Davis kicked open the door. The door led to a helicopter pad.
"This is it!" said Davis, excitedly.
"How much more time?" asked Mark.
"10 minutes," replied Davis.
"Well I guess it's time I get started, now isn't it?" said Damon, unsheathing his sword.
"Get started with what?" asked Mark, raising his M16.
Damon attacked Mark. Mark rose his M16 but it's barrel was chopped in half and rendered useless. Damon then spun, with his sword extended and it went right through T.J.'s neck. T.J.'s head fell off and his body fell to the ground. Davis raised his MP5, but his hands were quickly cut off. Damon was moving in for the kill when, BKAM! BKAM! BKAM! BKAM!. Damon fell backwards and Davis could see Mark standing their, both .45's unholstered and still aimed at the place where Damon was standing.
Mark hurriedly rushed over to Davis and laid his guns down in front of him. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it tight over the stubs that used to be Davis' hands.
"It's ok Davis, it's gonna be ok," Mark said, trying to comfort him.
"Five minutes and the chopper gets here and I can go home," said Davis, starting to droop, because of loss of blood.
"Hey, you know that guy you shot?" asked Davis looking behind Mark.
"Yea, he is dead, I killed him, I had to he would have killed you," replied Mark.
"He isn't dead! Look he is getting up and walking over here, man that sword is shin.." but Davis was cut off because Mark had ducked and Damon's blade had took off Davis' head.
Mark went to grab for his guns but Damon had already kicked them away. It had begun to rain. Mark rolled as Damon sliced again, but missed. Mark stood up and dodged a few more attacks. Mark searched his belt for something to use against Damon, and his hand brushed across a small metal spray can. He pulled it out and sprayed it in Damon's eyes. Mark quickly hid underneath a small ventilation duct's roof.
Damon stumbled around and waved his sword around blindly.
"Mark, Marky where are you? You wanna know something, your friends killed that skinless monster, and then I picked them off, one by one." Said Damon trying to listen for Mark to make a noise.
"You wanna know why I killed them? Because they weren't really from the Umbrella Corporation, they were from a small rebel group named the A.A.U., the Arms Against Umbrella. The fools thought that they could bring Umbrella down. So Umbrella sent me here to kill them, they set the zombies loose. Those idiots endangered humanity instead of helping it." Said Damon, by this time his eyes had cleared out from the rain and he had located Mark.
Mark jumped up and roundhouse kicked the Katana out of Damon's hand, and it skidded across the helicopter pad and flew off the side of the building. Damon threw a punch and it hit Mark right under his left eye socket, breaking the skin and blood was now rolling down Mark's cheek. Mark did another roundhouse kick, but his foot was caught and he was now balancing on his left hand. He spun his body around and his left foot came up and smashed into Damon's face, causing blood to shoot out of his mouth and run down his neck.
Mark regained his stance as Damon spit out a few teeth. They ran at each other and collided spinning in mid-air and then smashing into the ground in a wrestling fit. The rolled around punching and choking each other, until Damon was on top of Mark choking him. Mark started to choke him back, but then realized that it wasn't working, so he plunged his thumbs into Damon's eyes. The position immediately changed. Damon's grip loosened and Mark flipped him over onto his back, pushing his thumbs back into his head.
Damon screamed and Mark pulled his thumbs out, but then hit the bottom of his nose with the palm of his hand, sending part of his nose bone into his brain, killing him. Suddenly a spotlight flashed through the rain, onto Mark. Mark stumbled to his feet, blood spilling down his face, his left eye swelled up. The helicopter dropped down a rope ladder, and Mark climbed up it.
As he reached the top of the rope ladder, he was helped into the belly of the helicopter by several people. The sat him down and started to clean up his face. They started asking him questions, but their words were blury and he wasn't paying attention anyway. The helicopter started to drift up and over the burning rubble of Raccoon City. Mark drifted off, not caring where they were going just as long as it was not back there.