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Brotherhood of the Gun ch.8 Mercy
The path ahead of the cops was blocked by a barricade, so they went through a door down a long hallway splattered with blood. It looked like a battle may have been fought there. John carefully opened the door and looked at what was inside. The room was occupied by a couple of Lickers, taking a nap. John quickly came up with a plan to take them down. The cops moved into the room and fanned out. John pulled out his last grenade. Zack aimed his MP5 at the sleeping creatures. Patrick and Harry followed suit. A small sound echoed through the room, signalling that the pin had been pulled from John's grenade. He quietly counted to three and lobbed it. It sailed through the air and bounced in the middle of the duo of lickers. John opened his tired eyes and raised his gun. The next two seconds seemed to go in slow motion as the explosive detonated. The first licker flew across the room and hit the nearby wall. The office had little room to manuver as the second licker recovered from the blast and jumped at John.
"NOT TODAY!" screamed John as he flopped onto his back, pelting the licker with bullets. The creature died in the air as it flew over John and landed in a heap behind him. With the licker dealt with, John and his squad moved out.
Daniel finally reached the city limits and spotted the faint rays of the sun for the first time in days. He stumbled over a grassy hill outside of town and laid under a large tree.
"John, I hope you make it," he said with exhaustion in his voice. His handgun dropped to his side as he fell into a deep sleep. He was unaware of all that was happening in the lost city of Raccoon.
"Patrick! cover us!" cried John as three of the cops ducked into another ventilation duct. Patrick smiled at the group of zombies advancing on him from across another long hallway.
"Fuck you guys," he said softly. His MP5 opened up, sending a deadly stream of lead at the monsters. They shrugged off the first ten rounds of his clip before falling in a domino pattern. Patrick ducked inside the shaft and crawled behind Harry. John confirmed that Patrick had made it before turning his thoughts back to Daniel. He wondered if he had become a zombie yet.
"What is that?" Daniel asked himself as he heard something from above him, coming toward him. He cracked open his eyes to see what had awoken him from his sleep. The faint sound he heard turned into the familiar whir of helicopter blades. He spotted the vehicle heading toward him. But he didn't have the strength to wave his hands, for he was too tired.
Inside the helicopter, the lone survivor of the Umbrella agents sent to Raccoon to collect the G-Virus was reliving the terror he had just faced to get out of the horrible city. First his comrades had been slaughtered by an unknown monster, then he had been knocked unconcious somehow. After he came to, he had fought his way to the helipad of the RPD. There, the Umbrella chopper had picked him up, ending his nightmare of a mission. It was supposed to be simple, grab the G-Virus from Birkin, then get to the helipad. Unfortunately the T-Virus outbreak had almost wiped the entire team out. Hunk, the last survivor, had gotten revenge though. He suddenly saw a small figure sitting beneath a tree. He aimed his MP5 at him and set his hand on the trigger.
"Please don't mister, please don't," said Daniel as he saw a man inside the helicopter aiming a gun at him. His heart skipped a few beats. Daniel closed his eyes and waited for the blow. Hunk aimed the police officer up and prepared to fire. His conscience suddenly kicked in.
Haven't you seen enough death already?
His finger moved off of the trigger and Hunk removed his mask, leaned against the back of the chopper, and was finally able to rest.
"Thanks man," said Daniel before he again went back to sleep. His M4A1 was beside him like a guard dog, waiting for trouble to come. After a thirty minute nap, Daniel awoke and was feeling...different somehow. Before he felt like total shit. He looked at his skin, it was perfectly normal and not clammy like before. The purple skin around his wound was now a dark peach colour. Daniel looked up at the sun and smiled. He had made it out of the city, but something nagged at him. The rest of the cops were a lot faster than he was, but still he had beat them out of the city. He wondered why.
John fired his MP5 into the creature ahead of them. It looked like an overgrown grass hopper. It moved with grace as it inched toward him. Zack fired as well, killing the thing out right. It slumped to the ground and stopped moving. The cops moved forward. John checked his ammo. Two clips left. One already loaded. He looked down at the ground for a second before bringing his head up again, his face set in an expression of determination. Patrick notified John that three zombies were behind John. John whirled around and fired at the three monsters. They fell to the sheer weight of John's barrage. The officers went down another alley into the shopping district.
"Ok i've got a plan," said John. He brought out his map of Raccoon and showed the men the route they would take to get out of the city.
"We will move through this district and take the west road out of the city, we should be able to make it in about 2 hours so stay sharp." His orders were received and the men loaded their weapons. If they happened upon dead cops they could steal ammo that way. John walked forward past a clothing store. CRASH the glass of the store shattered and scattered all over the ground as the two dogs jumped through it. John fell backwards onto the pavement. His mind raced as the other cops opened fire on the animals. He heard them scream as they fell to the ground.
"Look out John!" cried Patrick as he jumped into the air. John turned and saw a dog's mouth coming right for him. Time slowed down for John as he saw Patrick's form fly in front of him. Flashes erupted from directly ahead of him. The dog yelped and laid still, dead at last. Patrick stood up and grabbed John.
"You ok?" he asked. John nodded and stood up. He led the way into another parking lot. The lot was clear and the cops walked among the ruined vehicles. John felt his anger rising.
Umbrella did this! but how and why it doesn't make any sense.
Daniel awoke to the sounds of something rustling in the bushes. He quickly grabbed his M4A1 and aimed at the bush ahead of him. He waited till he saw the disgusting head of the grotesque zombie ahead of him before he squeezed the smooth trigger of the assault rifle, sending hot lead flying into the delicate flesh of the putrid monster. The zombie slumped to the ground and Daniel relaxed. He was safe again.
Thx to all my reviewers.Well I am leaving again, I am gone on the 21st of July till Sunday.
Brotherhood of the Gun ch.8 Mercy
The path ahead of the cops was blocked by a barricade, so they went through a door down a long hallway splattered with blood. It looked like a battle may have been fought there. John carefully opened the door and looked at what was inside. The room was occupied by a couple of Lickers, taking a nap. John quickly came up with a plan to take them down. The cops moved into the room and fanned out. John pulled out his last grenade. Zack aimed his MP5 at the sleeping creatures. Patrick and Harry followed suit. A small sound echoed through the room, signalling that the pin had been pulled from John's grenade. He quietly counted to three and lobbed it. It sailed through the air and bounced in the middle of the duo of lickers. John opened his tired eyes and raised his gun. The next two seconds seemed to go in slow motion as the explosive detonated. The first licker flew across the room and hit the nearby wall. The office had little room to manuver as the second licker recovered from the blast and jumped at John.
"NOT TODAY!" screamed John as he flopped onto his back, pelting the licker with bullets. The creature died in the air as it flew over John and landed in a heap behind him. With the licker dealt with, John and his squad moved out.
Daniel finally reached the city limits and spotted the faint rays of the sun for the first time in days. He stumbled over a grassy hill outside of town and laid under a large tree.
"John, I hope you make it," he said with exhaustion in his voice. His handgun dropped to his side as he fell into a deep sleep. He was unaware of all that was happening in the lost city of Raccoon.
"Patrick! cover us!" cried John as three of the cops ducked into another ventilation duct. Patrick smiled at the group of zombies advancing on him from across another long hallway.
"Fuck you guys," he said softly. His MP5 opened up, sending a deadly stream of lead at the monsters. They shrugged off the first ten rounds of his clip before falling in a domino pattern. Patrick ducked inside the shaft and crawled behind Harry. John confirmed that Patrick had made it before turning his thoughts back to Daniel. He wondered if he had become a zombie yet.
"What is that?" Daniel asked himself as he heard something from above him, coming toward him. He cracked open his eyes to see what had awoken him from his sleep. The faint sound he heard turned into the familiar whir of helicopter blades. He spotted the vehicle heading toward him. But he didn't have the strength to wave his hands, for he was too tired.
Inside the helicopter, the lone survivor of the Umbrella agents sent to Raccoon to collect the G-Virus was reliving the terror he had just faced to get out of the horrible city. First his comrades had been slaughtered by an unknown monster, then he had been knocked unconcious somehow. After he came to, he had fought his way to the helipad of the RPD. There, the Umbrella chopper had picked him up, ending his nightmare of a mission. It was supposed to be simple, grab the G-Virus from Birkin, then get to the helipad. Unfortunately the T-Virus outbreak had almost wiped the entire team out. Hunk, the last survivor, had gotten revenge though. He suddenly saw a small figure sitting beneath a tree. He aimed his MP5 at him and set his hand on the trigger.
"Please don't mister, please don't," said Daniel as he saw a man inside the helicopter aiming a gun at him. His heart skipped a few beats. Daniel closed his eyes and waited for the blow. Hunk aimed the police officer up and prepared to fire. His conscience suddenly kicked in.
Haven't you seen enough death already?
His finger moved off of the trigger and Hunk removed his mask, leaned against the back of the chopper, and was finally able to rest.
"Thanks man," said Daniel before he again went back to sleep. His M4A1 was beside him like a guard dog, waiting for trouble to come. After a thirty minute nap, Daniel awoke and was feeling...different somehow. Before he felt like total shit. He looked at his skin, it was perfectly normal and not clammy like before. The purple skin around his wound was now a dark peach colour. Daniel looked up at the sun and smiled. He had made it out of the city, but something nagged at him. The rest of the cops were a lot faster than he was, but still he had beat them out of the city. He wondered why.
John fired his MP5 into the creature ahead of them. It looked like an overgrown grass hopper. It moved with grace as it inched toward him. Zack fired as well, killing the thing out right. It slumped to the ground and stopped moving. The cops moved forward. John checked his ammo. Two clips left. One already loaded. He looked down at the ground for a second before bringing his head up again, his face set in an expression of determination. Patrick notified John that three zombies were behind John. John whirled around and fired at the three monsters. They fell to the sheer weight of John's barrage. The officers went down another alley into the shopping district.
"Ok i've got a plan," said John. He brought out his map of Raccoon and showed the men the route they would take to get out of the city.
"We will move through this district and take the west road out of the city, we should be able to make it in about 2 hours so stay sharp." His orders were received and the men loaded their weapons. If they happened upon dead cops they could steal ammo that way. John walked forward past a clothing store. CRASH the glass of the store shattered and scattered all over the ground as the two dogs jumped through it. John fell backwards onto the pavement. His mind raced as the other cops opened fire on the animals. He heard them scream as they fell to the ground.
"Look out John!" cried Patrick as he jumped into the air. John turned and saw a dog's mouth coming right for him. Time slowed down for John as he saw Patrick's form fly in front of him. Flashes erupted from directly ahead of him. The dog yelped and laid still, dead at last. Patrick stood up and grabbed John.
"You ok?" he asked. John nodded and stood up. He led the way into another parking lot. The lot was clear and the cops walked among the ruined vehicles. John felt his anger rising.
Umbrella did this! but how and why it doesn't make any sense.
Daniel awoke to the sounds of something rustling in the bushes. He quickly grabbed his M4A1 and aimed at the bush ahead of him. He waited till he saw the disgusting head of the grotesque zombie ahead of him before he squeezed the smooth trigger of the assault rifle, sending hot lead flying into the delicate flesh of the putrid monster. The zombie slumped to the ground and Daniel relaxed. He was safe again.
Thx to all my reviewers.Well I am leaving again, I am gone on the 21st of July till Sunday.