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Brotherhood of the Gun ch.7 Angel From Hell
The dead do not tire. John gasped for breath as he shoved open the door of an abandoned bar. He shut the door as the other cops were inside. The bar was simple, drinks lined the back behind a mahagony counter. Empty glasses had been gathering dust for days. The foul stench of death wasn't as bad in the quiet bar. An old jukebox was against the far wall, and a chess board had been set out beside it, waiting to be played.
"All clear sir!" called Zack. The sound of his MP5's safety going off echoed throughout the bar. John breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door. He could hear zombies outside. They hungrily scraped the door, trying the get inside. Patrick drank the last drops from his water bottle. The men had been running all night, pursued by the walking dead. Harry slammed his gun onto the counter, making the other cops jump in surprise.
"I'm sick of this bullshit!" he shouted,"John, there is no way we can fight these things, we have to just wait around for the army to show up." His voice was shrill, like someone on the edge of breaking. John walked over to him and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. He spoke calmly to the rattled officer.
"If we sit around waiting for death, we'll be overrun, is that what you want?" he asked Harry. Harry didn't answer. John grabbed his vest and pulled him close. He was having trouble controlling his rage.
"I asked you a question Harry!" he said louder. There was fear in the young man's eyes. He shook his head and apologized. John nodded and wasted no time in planning the next phase of the escape.
"Could things get any worse?" Daniel asked himself as he walked along the street toward the exit. His head was held high, he thought he was about to make a quick exit. Then he heard something from behind him.
"STARS" something growled. Daniel whirled around and saw it. It stood close the seven feet tall. The creature had dark white skin and wore a huge trench coat. It's arms were bulging. The thing moved a step closer, forcing Daniel to take a step back.
"What the fuck are you?" he asked the creature. It didn't answer as it took another step toward him, its boots making holes in the road. Daniel tripped and fell backwards.
"No please no!" he pleaded as the creature reached down and grabbed his vest. It moved with mechanical precision, like it was made for killing.
"Shit! ahhhhhhhggg" Daniel cried as the big guy threw him into an alleyway. Daniel hit the ground hard and bounced a few feet. The monster turned toward him and started lumbering into the alleyway. Daniel grunted and grabbed his Uzi. He pushed his legs into the ground, moving him backwards.
"You'll never take me alive!" he screamed just before pulling the trigger. The small gun vibrated in his hand, sending the Uzi's payload into the monster's chest. It grunted as it stepped forward. Dust came off of the heavy trenchcoat and purple blood dribbled onto the ground. The monster shook off the feeble attack like he was being bitten by mosquitoes. Daniel screamed as he pulled out his VP70 and emptied the rest of his ammo into the thing's neck. The pistol clicked empty and Daniel knew he was about to die.
"Why are you after me?" he asked it. The creature ignored his question and a long tentacle came out of his wrist. Daniel stared at it with awe, watching the monster move to choke him. Suddenly something came out of the shadows and a grenade launcher coughed. Sssssssss sizzled the creature's back. The mystery person fired again, hitting the creature right in the face.
"STARS" it said in a low voice as it turned to the new threat. The shadow person loaded something into the grenade launcher and fired. The round seemed to freeze the monster's leg. It crashed to the ground and laid still, blood forming a pool under him. Daniel looked up at the stranger holding out her hand.
John quickly took one last look at the bar before barging down the opposite door. His sub machine gun swept the area. John's knees were sore and his arms were tired, but he kept moving. The zombies were at his heels as he turned his MP5 on them.
"Concentrate fire!" he yelled over the rattle of his sub machine gun. The monsters moaned and shrugged off the small calibre rounds and continued to shuffle toward them. The parking lot had no cover or barricades. The officers retreated, firing as they went. John counted his ammo supply and dropped his head. He had 3 clips left. Looking for a way out, he spotted a grate above them. It was low enough to get into and move without being followed. Chaos reigned around him as the monsters attacked again. Patrick dropped to one knee and fired the last of his handgun's ammo. Harry and Zack pounded the ranks of the dead with MP5 fire. John quickly smashed the grate with the butt of his gun.
"Get inside!" he called. Zack looked back and nodded. He and Harry tossed a pair of grenades to the hungry zombies. Patrick ran toward them, his boots kicking up dust as his feet pounded the pavement. He wiped his brow and crawled into the grate. It was some kind of ventilation shaft. The zombies stuck their arms into the shaft and moaned, they wanted to eat fresh meat. Patrick pulled the pin on his last grenade and threw it into the pack.
"So long suckers!" he said as the explosion ended the frantic attack. John continued through the shaft. His gun making small tinks on the tin sidings. Another grate came into view. He nodded at Zack. The other man nodded back. John inched forward and peered through the small grate. The room below was clear. No movement or sounds coming from the room. John listened to his beating heart for a second before smashing the grate. He dropped down and swept the area. The room was an office. A desk and chair dominated the far corner. A cup of coffee had been left on the corner of the mahagony desk. A filing cabinet and couch were the rest of the items in the small office. Papers had been strewn throughout the room. John opened the door across from himself and raised his MP5.
"Hello, my name is Jill Valentine," the silkly smooth voice banished Daniel's fears. He looked up at the person that had saved him from certain death. She was beautiful. She was dressed in a blue tank top and black mini skirt. A white sweater was tied around her hips, serving as an ammo belt. She was wearing brown boots that reached about a quarter of the way up her smooth, sexy legs. Daniel grinned at the well defined body and finally reached the face of his rescuer. It was perfect. Straight brown hair and dazzling eyes. She must have known he was gawking so she gently tapped his shoulder.
"This ain't no beauty contest so get up," she said to Daniel. Daniel snapped out of his trance and stood up. He winced at the pain in his bad leg.
"My name is Daniel, thank you for saving me," he said quickly. Jill smiled and slung the grenade launcher.
"No problem," she replied. Jill looked over at the titan she had felled and frowned. She asked Daniel if he knew what the hell it was. Daniel shook his head and told Jill the story of the RPD survivors. She listened intently. Suddenly the big monster said something.
"STARS" it said, it had no expression in its voice at all. Jill shoved Daniel away and pulled out a handgun. She aimed and fired three shots into its head.
"Go now!" Jill screamed as she pumped more rounds into the monster. Daniel staggered away. He clutched his Uzi close and watched as Jill ran from the indestructible monster. As the pair disappeared from view. Daniel turned and spotted a pack of zombies. He smiled and raised his Uzi.
"This is for you John!" he cried as he pulled the trigger.
Sorry for the delay between the last chapter and this one. I was camping for a whole week. Anyway i'll try to get the story done by mid July. Thx to all my reviewers.
Brotherhood of the Gun ch.7 Angel From Hell
The dead do not tire. John gasped for breath as he shoved open the door of an abandoned bar. He shut the door as the other cops were inside. The bar was simple, drinks lined the back behind a mahagony counter. Empty glasses had been gathering dust for days. The foul stench of death wasn't as bad in the quiet bar. An old jukebox was against the far wall, and a chess board had been set out beside it, waiting to be played.
"All clear sir!" called Zack. The sound of his MP5's safety going off echoed throughout the bar. John breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door. He could hear zombies outside. They hungrily scraped the door, trying the get inside. Patrick drank the last drops from his water bottle. The men had been running all night, pursued by the walking dead. Harry slammed his gun onto the counter, making the other cops jump in surprise.
"I'm sick of this bullshit!" he shouted,"John, there is no way we can fight these things, we have to just wait around for the army to show up." His voice was shrill, like someone on the edge of breaking. John walked over to him and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. He spoke calmly to the rattled officer.
"If we sit around waiting for death, we'll be overrun, is that what you want?" he asked Harry. Harry didn't answer. John grabbed his vest and pulled him close. He was having trouble controlling his rage.
"I asked you a question Harry!" he said louder. There was fear in the young man's eyes. He shook his head and apologized. John nodded and wasted no time in planning the next phase of the escape.
"Could things get any worse?" Daniel asked himself as he walked along the street toward the exit. His head was held high, he thought he was about to make a quick exit. Then he heard something from behind him.
"STARS" something growled. Daniel whirled around and saw it. It stood close the seven feet tall. The creature had dark white skin and wore a huge trench coat. It's arms were bulging. The thing moved a step closer, forcing Daniel to take a step back.
"What the fuck are you?" he asked the creature. It didn't answer as it took another step toward him, its boots making holes in the road. Daniel tripped and fell backwards.
"No please no!" he pleaded as the creature reached down and grabbed his vest. It moved with mechanical precision, like it was made for killing.
"Shit! ahhhhhhhggg" Daniel cried as the big guy threw him into an alleyway. Daniel hit the ground hard and bounced a few feet. The monster turned toward him and started lumbering into the alleyway. Daniel grunted and grabbed his Uzi. He pushed his legs into the ground, moving him backwards.
"You'll never take me alive!" he screamed just before pulling the trigger. The small gun vibrated in his hand, sending the Uzi's payload into the monster's chest. It grunted as it stepped forward. Dust came off of the heavy trenchcoat and purple blood dribbled onto the ground. The monster shook off the feeble attack like he was being bitten by mosquitoes. Daniel screamed as he pulled out his VP70 and emptied the rest of his ammo into the thing's neck. The pistol clicked empty and Daniel knew he was about to die.
"Why are you after me?" he asked it. The creature ignored his question and a long tentacle came out of his wrist. Daniel stared at it with awe, watching the monster move to choke him. Suddenly something came out of the shadows and a grenade launcher coughed. Sssssssss sizzled the creature's back. The mystery person fired again, hitting the creature right in the face.
"STARS" it said in a low voice as it turned to the new threat. The shadow person loaded something into the grenade launcher and fired. The round seemed to freeze the monster's leg. It crashed to the ground and laid still, blood forming a pool under him. Daniel looked up at the stranger holding out her hand.
John quickly took one last look at the bar before barging down the opposite door. His sub machine gun swept the area. John's knees were sore and his arms were tired, but he kept moving. The zombies were at his heels as he turned his MP5 on them.
"Concentrate fire!" he yelled over the rattle of his sub machine gun. The monsters moaned and shrugged off the small calibre rounds and continued to shuffle toward them. The parking lot had no cover or barricades. The officers retreated, firing as they went. John counted his ammo supply and dropped his head. He had 3 clips left. Looking for a way out, he spotted a grate above them. It was low enough to get into and move without being followed. Chaos reigned around him as the monsters attacked again. Patrick dropped to one knee and fired the last of his handgun's ammo. Harry and Zack pounded the ranks of the dead with MP5 fire. John quickly smashed the grate with the butt of his gun.
"Get inside!" he called. Zack looked back and nodded. He and Harry tossed a pair of grenades to the hungry zombies. Patrick ran toward them, his boots kicking up dust as his feet pounded the pavement. He wiped his brow and crawled into the grate. It was some kind of ventilation shaft. The zombies stuck their arms into the shaft and moaned, they wanted to eat fresh meat. Patrick pulled the pin on his last grenade and threw it into the pack.
"So long suckers!" he said as the explosion ended the frantic attack. John continued through the shaft. His gun making small tinks on the tin sidings. Another grate came into view. He nodded at Zack. The other man nodded back. John inched forward and peered through the small grate. The room below was clear. No movement or sounds coming from the room. John listened to his beating heart for a second before smashing the grate. He dropped down and swept the area. The room was an office. A desk and chair dominated the far corner. A cup of coffee had been left on the corner of the mahagony desk. A filing cabinet and couch were the rest of the items in the small office. Papers had been strewn throughout the room. John opened the door across from himself and raised his MP5.
"Hello, my name is Jill Valentine," the silkly smooth voice banished Daniel's fears. He looked up at the person that had saved him from certain death. She was beautiful. She was dressed in a blue tank top and black mini skirt. A white sweater was tied around her hips, serving as an ammo belt. She was wearing brown boots that reached about a quarter of the way up her smooth, sexy legs. Daniel grinned at the well defined body and finally reached the face of his rescuer. It was perfect. Straight brown hair and dazzling eyes. She must have known he was gawking so she gently tapped his shoulder.
"This ain't no beauty contest so get up," she said to Daniel. Daniel snapped out of his trance and stood up. He winced at the pain in his bad leg.
"My name is Daniel, thank you for saving me," he said quickly. Jill smiled and slung the grenade launcher.
"No problem," she replied. Jill looked over at the titan she had felled and frowned. She asked Daniel if he knew what the hell it was. Daniel shook his head and told Jill the story of the RPD survivors. She listened intently. Suddenly the big monster said something.
"STARS" it said, it had no expression in its voice at all. Jill shoved Daniel away and pulled out a handgun. She aimed and fired three shots into its head.
"Go now!" Jill screamed as she pumped more rounds into the monster. Daniel staggered away. He clutched his Uzi close and watched as Jill ran from the indestructible monster. As the pair disappeared from view. Daniel turned and spotted a pack of zombies. He smiled and raised his Uzi.
"This is for you John!" he cried as he pulled the trigger.
Sorry for the delay between the last chapter and this one. I was camping for a whole week. Anyway i'll try to get the story done by mid July. Thx to all my reviewers.