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Brotherhood of the Gun ch.5 Allies?
Patrick peeled back his hair and stared at the sky. He knew now that they could only hold out for so long. The creatures were massing somewhere, he could sense it. It was only a matter of time before they were overrun by monsters. gary spotted a zombie and pointed him out. John nodded and told everyone to hold fire until he gave his signal. 7 VP70s cocked and prepared to give the creatures hell. John climbed onto the roof of one of the buildings. Once he had gotten up there, he spotted at least 150 zombies milling about. Their group could only handle smaller waves. An explosion rocked the intersection. Somehow an oil barrel had blown up, revealing a new entry point. John quickly assessed the situation and acted.
"Patrick, fire 7 rounds into the approaching wave. Harry, toss a grenade down the new entry point, everyone else, follow me out of here!" he gave his orders in a serious voice. Patrick began firing as John lept over the barricade to the east. Harry tossed his grenade and tapped patrick on the shoulder. A small explosion rocked the earth and took out a few zombies. The pair of officers met back up with the others as they jogged through the streets, looking for a better place to hunker down.
Meanwhile, an Umbrella task force had been dispatched to save any survivors. They sported M4A1 assault rifles and grenades. They looked ready to take on an invasion. They fanned out and started combing the streets in groups of two. They started to get picked off, trails of assault rifle shells where the last stands of desperate fighting, men screaming as monsters killed them, it was a bad day for the Umbrella team. Two groups of men were still alive. They had smartly formed bands of three and were cooperating more effectively. Carlos, Nikholai, and Mikhail were in one, and the other was made by Ben, Sam, and Blaze. The latter group was pinned against a wall, fighting for their lives, when John happened by.
"Ok guys, let em have it!" he cried. The VP70s flashed and turned the night into a deadly crossfire. Once the men had finished mopping up, the Mercenaries walked over to them, strangely calm.
"My name is Ben" said the team leader. John extended his hand. The men then joined up and continued through the streets. After about an hour since the takeover of the intersection, John spotted a small carpentry shop to his left. He waved his hand and directed his men inside. Once the officers had gotten inside, they only had to deal with two more zombies to clear the area. John ordered an immediate fortifying of the shop. Chairs and tables were turned over to make barricades and defensive positions. He crouched behind a table and awaited anything.
"Thank you for the rescue but my men have to go" Ben said to John. The officer protested but eventually agreed. The three mercenaries ran back outside and battled the undead only a few meters from the shop. Ben walked over the corpse of a zombie he had killed. This mission had gone terribly wrong. It was supposed to be a simple rescue op, only taking an hour, but had gone bad from the beginning. His group of men had to find any civilians. suddenly, his radio beeped.
"This is Umbrella headquarters to rescue team Alpha, come in," the operator's calm tone put the three men on edge. Ben grabbed the radio and answered the call.
"Ben here, what is it?" he asked. The radio responded, telling him to abandon his current objective and terminate any survivors. Ben smiled an evil smile and thought about the group of cops just a few blocks away.
"Fire concentration! left side!" screamed John. Zombies were trying to invade the store. The men had only a clip left of VP70 ammo each. John had unslung his Remmington and was blowing the monsters away. Patrick managed to seal the door on the left side of the shop and board it up. It wasn't hard with all the carpentry tools lying around. With one strong point under control, the cops could watch the right side entrance and front door. Outside, Ben pulled the pin on a grenade.
"Grenade!" cried Patrick. He dove under a table just before an explosion set off a firefight. The mercenaries had come back to murder them. John turned the safety of his MP5 off and returned fire. Five more MP5s erupted. One of the mercenaries took a hit in the chest and collapsed. Ben screamed as he ran into the shop, firing everywhere. John fired his MP5 and hit him in the side. he took another round to the stomach before hitting the floor. The last man turned to run. He got three feet before Harry hit him in the head. There was smoke everywhere in the little shop. John's heart rate was going super fast. He let himself calm down before asking who was alive.
"Harry?"
"Here!"
"Patrick?"
John got a here from Patrick. He continued the names of the cops. He asked for Gary to report. He didn't answer. Zack heard a groan from under a table. He rushed over to it and dropped his weapon. He lifted the table up and found Gary. He was covered in blood from multiple gunshot wounds. His MP5 lay at his side. He was reaching for it with a solemn look on his face. By now the others had gathered around him. John saw what Gary wanted and crouched down to give Gary his weapon.
"Thanks man" said Gary. His hand gripped the gun as he uttered his final breath and stopped moving.
"What are we gonna do with him?" asked Zack. The other officers looked at John. He returned their gazes and decided to seal him off in a small tools room at the back of the shop. Zack laid the body on the floor. Daniel and John sealed off the room, in order to prevent him from being eaten by zombies or any other creatures. The cops gathered the ammo they had left. It wasn't looking good. Only 10 full clips of ammo for the submachine guns and 14 slugs for the Remmington. John pulled out the Uzi he had found at Kendo's.
He must have boughten this illegally. I will make sure it has a good use.
A sudden creaking of floorboards jolted him from his thoughts. He trained his VP70 on the right side entrance and waited. Something sounded like snapping fingers on the hard wood of the floor. A creature lunged out of the darkness at Daniel's leg.
"AAAAhhhhhh" screamed the man as he went down firing his handgun at the figure in the darkness. The Hunter stepped out of the shadows and let out a hollow shriek as it lumbered over to the fallen cop. The other men opened up on it and overwhelmed it in a hail of 9mm rounds.
"Sccccrrraaaahhhhheeee" cried the creature as its corpse slumped only a few feet from Daniel's mangled leg. He was in terrible pain, John saw that he was thinking of suicide. But the cop heroically stood up. He addressed the other cops, then John.
"Give me that Uzi you found please John" he said bluntly. John was confused for a moment before giving up the gun. Daniel then said his goodbyes as he walked outside.
"Are you crazy?" asked Zack. There was concern in his eyes, in all the eyes of the exhausted RPD members. Daniel shrugged.
"There is no way i'm going to die in this city" he answered. Harry started to protest but Patrick stopped him. There was no convincing Daniel once he had his mind set on something. He was a stubborn man. Daniel turned and stumbled outside. He could only manage a steady walk with his condition. He released the safety on the Uzi he had and his VP70. He knew he would probably become a bloodthirsty zombie, but he wanted to at least find a nice sunny spot before giving in. He rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.
John looked at his fellow men, wondering if any of them were about to lose it. They had shown no sign of breaking so far, and showed no sign of giving in to Umbrella's little mistake. He ordered them to board up the right side entrance and front door. He wanted them to be able to sleep a little while before they commenced his plan to escape this living hell.
Very Special Thanks to RE Lady.
Brotherhood of the Gun ch.5 Allies?
Patrick peeled back his hair and stared at the sky. He knew now that they could only hold out for so long. The creatures were massing somewhere, he could sense it. It was only a matter of time before they were overrun by monsters. gary spotted a zombie and pointed him out. John nodded and told everyone to hold fire until he gave his signal. 7 VP70s cocked and prepared to give the creatures hell. John climbed onto the roof of one of the buildings. Once he had gotten up there, he spotted at least 150 zombies milling about. Their group could only handle smaller waves. An explosion rocked the intersection. Somehow an oil barrel had blown up, revealing a new entry point. John quickly assessed the situation and acted.
"Patrick, fire 7 rounds into the approaching wave. Harry, toss a grenade down the new entry point, everyone else, follow me out of here!" he gave his orders in a serious voice. Patrick began firing as John lept over the barricade to the east. Harry tossed his grenade and tapped patrick on the shoulder. A small explosion rocked the earth and took out a few zombies. The pair of officers met back up with the others as they jogged through the streets, looking for a better place to hunker down.
Meanwhile, an Umbrella task force had been dispatched to save any survivors. They sported M4A1 assault rifles and grenades. They looked ready to take on an invasion. They fanned out and started combing the streets in groups of two. They started to get picked off, trails of assault rifle shells where the last stands of desperate fighting, men screaming as monsters killed them, it was a bad day for the Umbrella team. Two groups of men were still alive. They had smartly formed bands of three and were cooperating more effectively. Carlos, Nikholai, and Mikhail were in one, and the other was made by Ben, Sam, and Blaze. The latter group was pinned against a wall, fighting for their lives, when John happened by.
"Ok guys, let em have it!" he cried. The VP70s flashed and turned the night into a deadly crossfire. Once the men had finished mopping up, the Mercenaries walked over to them, strangely calm.
"My name is Ben" said the team leader. John extended his hand. The men then joined up and continued through the streets. After about an hour since the takeover of the intersection, John spotted a small carpentry shop to his left. He waved his hand and directed his men inside. Once the officers had gotten inside, they only had to deal with two more zombies to clear the area. John ordered an immediate fortifying of the shop. Chairs and tables were turned over to make barricades and defensive positions. He crouched behind a table and awaited anything.
"Thank you for the rescue but my men have to go" Ben said to John. The officer protested but eventually agreed. The three mercenaries ran back outside and battled the undead only a few meters from the shop. Ben walked over the corpse of a zombie he had killed. This mission had gone terribly wrong. It was supposed to be a simple rescue op, only taking an hour, but had gone bad from the beginning. His group of men had to find any civilians. suddenly, his radio beeped.
"This is Umbrella headquarters to rescue team Alpha, come in," the operator's calm tone put the three men on edge. Ben grabbed the radio and answered the call.
"Ben here, what is it?" he asked. The radio responded, telling him to abandon his current objective and terminate any survivors. Ben smiled an evil smile and thought about the group of cops just a few blocks away.
"Fire concentration! left side!" screamed John. Zombies were trying to invade the store. The men had only a clip left of VP70 ammo each. John had unslung his Remmington and was blowing the monsters away. Patrick managed to seal the door on the left side of the shop and board it up. It wasn't hard with all the carpentry tools lying around. With one strong point under control, the cops could watch the right side entrance and front door. Outside, Ben pulled the pin on a grenade.
"Grenade!" cried Patrick. He dove under a table just before an explosion set off a firefight. The mercenaries had come back to murder them. John turned the safety of his MP5 off and returned fire. Five more MP5s erupted. One of the mercenaries took a hit in the chest and collapsed. Ben screamed as he ran into the shop, firing everywhere. John fired his MP5 and hit him in the side. he took another round to the stomach before hitting the floor. The last man turned to run. He got three feet before Harry hit him in the head. There was smoke everywhere in the little shop. John's heart rate was going super fast. He let himself calm down before asking who was alive.
"Harry?"
"Here!"
"Patrick?"
John got a here from Patrick. He continued the names of the cops. He asked for Gary to report. He didn't answer. Zack heard a groan from under a table. He rushed over to it and dropped his weapon. He lifted the table up and found Gary. He was covered in blood from multiple gunshot wounds. His MP5 lay at his side. He was reaching for it with a solemn look on his face. By now the others had gathered around him. John saw what Gary wanted and crouched down to give Gary his weapon.
"Thanks man" said Gary. His hand gripped the gun as he uttered his final breath and stopped moving.
"What are we gonna do with him?" asked Zack. The other officers looked at John. He returned their gazes and decided to seal him off in a small tools room at the back of the shop. Zack laid the body on the floor. Daniel and John sealed off the room, in order to prevent him from being eaten by zombies or any other creatures. The cops gathered the ammo they had left. It wasn't looking good. Only 10 full clips of ammo for the submachine guns and 14 slugs for the Remmington. John pulled out the Uzi he had found at Kendo's.
He must have boughten this illegally. I will make sure it has a good use.
A sudden creaking of floorboards jolted him from his thoughts. He trained his VP70 on the right side entrance and waited. Something sounded like snapping fingers on the hard wood of the floor. A creature lunged out of the darkness at Daniel's leg.
"AAAAhhhhhh" screamed the man as he went down firing his handgun at the figure in the darkness. The Hunter stepped out of the shadows and let out a hollow shriek as it lumbered over to the fallen cop. The other men opened up on it and overwhelmed it in a hail of 9mm rounds.
"Sccccrrraaaahhhhheeee" cried the creature as its corpse slumped only a few feet from Daniel's mangled leg. He was in terrible pain, John saw that he was thinking of suicide. But the cop heroically stood up. He addressed the other cops, then John.
"Give me that Uzi you found please John" he said bluntly. John was confused for a moment before giving up the gun. Daniel then said his goodbyes as he walked outside.
"Are you crazy?" asked Zack. There was concern in his eyes, in all the eyes of the exhausted RPD members. Daniel shrugged.
"There is no way i'm going to die in this city" he answered. Harry started to protest but Patrick stopped him. There was no convincing Daniel once he had his mind set on something. He was a stubborn man. Daniel turned and stumbled outside. He could only manage a steady walk with his condition. He released the safety on the Uzi he had and his VP70. He knew he would probably become a bloodthirsty zombie, but he wanted to at least find a nice sunny spot before giving in. He rounded a corner and disappeared from sight.
John looked at his fellow men, wondering if any of them were about to lose it. They had shown no sign of breaking so far, and showed no sign of giving in to Umbrella's little mistake. He ordered them to board up the right side entrance and front door. He wanted them to be able to sleep a little while before they commenced his plan to escape this living hell.
Very Special Thanks to RE Lady.