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Brotherhood of the Gun ch.3 A Beautiful Woman
"Hold up sir!" whispered Zack. Something was in an alleyway and they had to go through it. John cocked his VP70 and wheeled around the corner. He looked up and saw a gun barrel in his face.
"Don't shoot!" cried John. He raised his hand infront of the gun.
"Sorry" answered a woman's voice. Then a young woman stepped out of the shadows. What a woman she was. She was dressed in a red vest with a black T-shirt underneath. She had her brown hair tied in a ponytail. The girl was also wearing red shorts and brown boots. Her grey eyes had a certain brightness to them. Not like an angel, but strikingly close, and she was hot.
"Can you help me?" asked the girl. She can't be more than 21 years old, thought John.
"I'm John Fox" he said as he broke eye contact and extended his hand.
"I'm Claire Redfield".
Redfield! she must be Chris' sister, but he didn't tell me she was so hot.
John explained the situation his men were in to Claire. She listened intently and gave them directions to Kendo's. She asked which way the police station was. John pointed down another street and gave her directions. Claire thanked them and jogged off to meet Leon. John led his men on, thinking about Claire's beautiful voice.
"What the hell is that?" asked Patrick. He motioned toward a monster that looked like a man turned inside out. It crawled on the ground toward them and held its claw in the air. Patrick trained his MP5 on it and fired a short burst at the creature. One round hit home on its exposed brain. It screamed as his flopped on its back and sent its long tongue in every direction. After a few seconds of writhing in agony, the creature died.
"That was close" commented Gary, as a new wave of zombies attacked. Gary hefted his handgun and fired at the closest zombie, making it fall down. Another 3 zombies fell in a domino pattern. Patrick quickly hosed each entryway, lessening the work for the other officers. Things weren't looking good for the lost band. Ammo stocks were dwindling.
"Last mag!" cried Harry. He reloaded and took careful aim at an oil drum situated at the side of his alley. Harry waited a heartbeat and fired, detonated the barrel, and ended the latest attack.
"Die! now!" shouted Zack. His VP70 jumped in his hand as a 9mm round killed an advancing zombie.
"Don't let them surround us!" ordered John. He quickly shot a zombie and trained his gun an the next. He decided to aim for the head and was rewarded with a one shot kill. They were infront of Kendo's shop and engaged in a hectic battle. Ray obliterated a zombie head and quickly exchanged magazines. The three men entered the shop and asked Kendo for ammo and weapons. Kendo gave them a remmington shotgun with extra rounds, 10 boxes of 9mm ammo, and a handful of MP5 magazines. John spied an Uzi and quickly stuffed it into his bag. With the extra ammo, the officers could hold out much longer.
"Loading!" called Gary as he slammed a new magazine into his VP70. The zombies had come from only one direction with mixed results. The monsters got much closer than when they split up, but they still fell to combined fire. Gary collapsed onto the ground and drank some of his water. A quick rub of his head confirmed that he was sweating hard. He knew if John didn't get back soon, they would certainly fall once they ran out of ammo. Gary decided to keep up the defense and stood up, surveying the chaos.
John tucked his bag over his shoulder and looked down a long street. It was packed with zombies, more than the 3 men could take care of even with combined fire. They took a detour and evaded detection.
Ray looked at his skin and saw his flesh was turning white. He rolled his eyes and found they were blurry and red. Zack quickly examined him.
"John!" Ray doesn't look good man. His voice had a hint of panic in it. The three officers were crouched in an alley. John looked Ray up and an expression of concern came over him.
"I don't feel so good" said Ray. He stood up and suddenly, his face turned a solid colour, totally white. His arms came up infront of him as he let out a moan and tried to grab Zack.
"Son of a bitch! he's one of them!" he cried as he shoved the now zombified Ray back. John knew what to do and hesitated for a second before putting a bullet in Ray's head. He snapped a salute and turned around. The intersection was close. He knew this from the sounds of VP70s cracking off rounds. Zack looked away from Ray' corpse and finally got used to the stench of death that was everywhere. Without a thought, John and Zack headed off into the night again.
"Where the hell is John?" screamed Harry. He was panicking now that a new wave of zombies had come to eat them. Patrick screamed as he mowed down an alleyway of monsters and reloaded. Just then new shots started coming form the West side. The wave of zombies fell as they were hit from behind by twin VP70s.
John smiled as he ran toward the intersection. Zack jumped over a dumpster after him and was greeted by his comrades. After a quick inventory check, the RPD men had renewed hope that somehow, help would come.
Brotherhood of the Gun ch.3 A Beautiful Woman
"Hold up sir!" whispered Zack. Something was in an alleyway and they had to go through it. John cocked his VP70 and wheeled around the corner. He looked up and saw a gun barrel in his face.
"Don't shoot!" cried John. He raised his hand infront of the gun.
"Sorry" answered a woman's voice. Then a young woman stepped out of the shadows. What a woman she was. She was dressed in a red vest with a black T-shirt underneath. She had her brown hair tied in a ponytail. The girl was also wearing red shorts and brown boots. Her grey eyes had a certain brightness to them. Not like an angel, but strikingly close, and she was hot.
"Can you help me?" asked the girl. She can't be more than 21 years old, thought John.
"I'm John Fox" he said as he broke eye contact and extended his hand.
"I'm Claire Redfield".
Redfield! she must be Chris' sister, but he didn't tell me she was so hot.
John explained the situation his men were in to Claire. She listened intently and gave them directions to Kendo's. She asked which way the police station was. John pointed down another street and gave her directions. Claire thanked them and jogged off to meet Leon. John led his men on, thinking about Claire's beautiful voice.
"What the hell is that?" asked Patrick. He motioned toward a monster that looked like a man turned inside out. It crawled on the ground toward them and held its claw in the air. Patrick trained his MP5 on it and fired a short burst at the creature. One round hit home on its exposed brain. It screamed as his flopped on its back and sent its long tongue in every direction. After a few seconds of writhing in agony, the creature died.
"That was close" commented Gary, as a new wave of zombies attacked. Gary hefted his handgun and fired at the closest zombie, making it fall down. Another 3 zombies fell in a domino pattern. Patrick quickly hosed each entryway, lessening the work for the other officers. Things weren't looking good for the lost band. Ammo stocks were dwindling.
"Last mag!" cried Harry. He reloaded and took careful aim at an oil drum situated at the side of his alley. Harry waited a heartbeat and fired, detonated the barrel, and ended the latest attack.
"Die! now!" shouted Zack. His VP70 jumped in his hand as a 9mm round killed an advancing zombie.
"Don't let them surround us!" ordered John. He quickly shot a zombie and trained his gun an the next. He decided to aim for the head and was rewarded with a one shot kill. They were infront of Kendo's shop and engaged in a hectic battle. Ray obliterated a zombie head and quickly exchanged magazines. The three men entered the shop and asked Kendo for ammo and weapons. Kendo gave them a remmington shotgun with extra rounds, 10 boxes of 9mm ammo, and a handful of MP5 magazines. John spied an Uzi and quickly stuffed it into his bag. With the extra ammo, the officers could hold out much longer.
"Loading!" called Gary as he slammed a new magazine into his VP70. The zombies had come from only one direction with mixed results. The monsters got much closer than when they split up, but they still fell to combined fire. Gary collapsed onto the ground and drank some of his water. A quick rub of his head confirmed that he was sweating hard. He knew if John didn't get back soon, they would certainly fall once they ran out of ammo. Gary decided to keep up the defense and stood up, surveying the chaos.
John tucked his bag over his shoulder and looked down a long street. It was packed with zombies, more than the 3 men could take care of even with combined fire. They took a detour and evaded detection.
Ray looked at his skin and saw his flesh was turning white. He rolled his eyes and found they were blurry and red. Zack quickly examined him.
"John!" Ray doesn't look good man. His voice had a hint of panic in it. The three officers were crouched in an alley. John looked Ray up and an expression of concern came over him.
"I don't feel so good" said Ray. He stood up and suddenly, his face turned a solid colour, totally white. His arms came up infront of him as he let out a moan and tried to grab Zack.
"Son of a bitch! he's one of them!" he cried as he shoved the now zombified Ray back. John knew what to do and hesitated for a second before putting a bullet in Ray's head. He snapped a salute and turned around. The intersection was close. He knew this from the sounds of VP70s cracking off rounds. Zack looked away from Ray' corpse and finally got used to the stench of death that was everywhere. Without a thought, John and Zack headed off into the night again.
"Where the hell is John?" screamed Harry. He was panicking now that a new wave of zombies had come to eat them. Patrick screamed as he mowed down an alleyway of monsters and reloaded. Just then new shots started coming form the West side. The wave of zombies fell as they were hit from behind by twin VP70s.
John smiled as he ran toward the intersection. Zack jumped over a dumpster after him and was greeted by his comrades. After a quick inventory check, the RPD men had renewed hope that somehow, help would come.