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Brotherhood of the Gun ch.10 End of life
John rushed through an abandoned plate shop and stopped outside. There were only a few more alleys left to get to the subway station. Unfortunately the three men were not going to get to the station without a little bit of a challenge. A small group of zombies was blocking their next exit onto the streets. John motioned for the men to go around. Zack edged his way down a dark alley. A lone street light made the shadows dance across the forsaken alley. A small door was to Zack's right. He paused to check his weapon. Suddenly the door crashed open.
"Zack!" shouted John. A moaning sound came from the building they were passing by. Zombies started lumbering toward Zack. "Pay back time!" he cried out as he fired his MP5 in short, steady bursts. The monsters started falling and Zack cleared the way for the other two cops. Patrick shoved himself into the small alley and followed John to the streets. The next road had a roadblock at the end and a few buildings along both sides. It was wide and had three wrecked cars smashed against a guard rail. Total chaos. John shifted his eyes back and forth, searching for targets. Nothing moved in the shadows. John decided to break out his back up plan for weapons if they ran out of ammo. The group of cops had illegally snuck extended blades into the police station. These blades would attach to the normal combat knife, and a slightly extended hilt would turn a knife into a kind of short sword.
"Alright John let's do it!" answered Patrick. He reached into his leg's pocket and pulled out the proper equipment. The blade made a small snapping sound as the blade and hilt were slapped into place. John and Zack did the same. The three men were ready for combat. With the subway station only a couple of blocks away, the cops moved forward and down another alley.
Daniel awoke with a start. Something had made a cawing sound like a raven. He opened his eyes and saw them. Large black ravens had made his tree a home while he had slept like a baby, immune to anything going on around him. His eyes darted back and forth, seeing that there were at least a dozen crows sitting just a few feet from him. He smiled as he thought of a plan of action. Carefully, Daniel unhooked his last grenade from his belt and grabbed the knife from his pocket. He shaved the rope down to almost nothing. With one more breath he carefully pulled the pin on the grenade and counted to three. He then sliced the rope. Without a second's delay, he tossed the grenade into the branches. His heart fluttered just before the explosion.
"C'mon! this way we can bypass them!" cried John as he led the trio down another alley. A pack of zombies had made themselves right at home outside the shortest route to the subway station. John edged his way around another corner and looked down the street. A pile of crates that was easily climbable stood just a few metres away. They climbed them and jumped onto the pavement. Nothing attracted any attention. John lowered his MP5 and continued on. Suddenly a zombie dog barreled around the corner and pounced on Patrick.
"Ahhh shit, get off me you bitch!" Patrick cried as the dog tried to bite his throat. patrick unsheated his extended knife and plunged it into the dog's face. It flopped onto the ground and ran around, blind. John kicked the dog to the ground until it lay still. Patrick reached down and pulled his knife from the carcass.
"Close one huh?" asked Zack.
"Yah" answered Patrick. John looked at the two men. He admired their courage for withstanding all that had taken place so far. He shifted his weight and pointed down a narrow alley.
"We'll head this way" he called. His Mp5 led the way. After cutting through a small house, the cops found themselves in a small courtyard. A few stone benches tagged the four corners. John looked behind him in horror as he heard a low moan. Zombies had tracked them to the courtyard. John quickly moved one of the benches across one of the entrances. Patrick nodded and followed suit. After Zack had planted the last bench the zombies reached the courtyard.
"For the RPD!" cried John as he opened fire on the northwest entrance.
"For Harry!" cried Zack.
"For Raccoon city!" shouted Patrick.
The suppression fire withered down the first wave of zombies to three. John's Mp5 clicked empty.
"Son of a-" he whispered as he hummed his gun at the nearest zombie. Surprisingly it killed three zombies. Zack rushed over to the bench on his corner and unsheathed his last resort. The blade swished through the first zombie's head. Zack brought the blood stained weapon to his chest before lashing out again at the next zombie, relieving it of undeath. His corner seemed to be stemmed. John looked around for a couple seconds and saw the two other men desperately fighting with their melee weapons. They seemed to change from cops to roman soldiers, fighting barbarian tribes. He snapped out of his daydream and shoved his "Sword" through a zombie's chest, making a bloody moan erupt from its gurgling mouth.
"Guys, its been an honour serving with you", called Patrick as he sliced through another monster. Suddenly patrick's bench collapsed under the sheer weight of all the dead zombies. Patrick cried out and stumbled back. John turned and ran to Patrick. Zack stabbed another zombie before retreating. The cops all stood back to back and waited for the zombies to stumble over their dead.
"Awww fuck that hurt " groaned Daniel as he lurched into a sitting position and leaned his back against the tree he had fought so hard to keep. He knew it wouldn't be long before the rest of the cops were overrun. He thought back to the days when he was just a kid. Playing ball in the backyard with his dad, learning to drive, buying his house, and meeting the rest of the RPD. Daniel felt a tear well up in his eye but didn't bother to wipe it away as it slowly slid down his cheek and fell with a small 'drip' onto the grass below his hand.
"Nooooo" cried patrick as a zombie attempted to take a bite out of his shoulder. He shoved it back and sliced into its neck. The zombie moaned and fell to the ground, taking a column of monsters with it. John knew they could only hold out so long. He slashed another creature then body checked another two into another column. Zack was holding his own pretty well.
"What is that?" asked John as he spotted a helicopter in the sky. He could just barely make out the beautiful face of miss Jill Valentine. She was flying away from the cursed city. John went back to fighting the forces of evil. Patrick suddenly let out a cry of pain. A zombie had gotten his leg.
"Get off of me you bastard!" he screamed as he drove his sword into the zombie's head. John suddenly saw a small bead of fire in the distance. The nuke was here. John relaxed and saw it quickly come closer, knowing he would be able to rest soon. The fireball detonated just above the city. John turned and saw a tidal wave of flame rush toward him. He smiled and then felt nothing as the entire city was turned into nothing but a crater.
One minute earlier.
Daniel looked up into the sky and saw Jill's helicopter pass overhead. Then a great fireball landed into the city.
"Goodbye John It was good while it lasted" whispered Daniel as he was consumed by the nuke.
well its finally done. Now i can concentrate on survivor gameshow. Thx to all my reviewers for all their support.
Brotherhood of the Gun ch.10 End of life
John rushed through an abandoned plate shop and stopped outside. There were only a few more alleys left to get to the subway station. Unfortunately the three men were not going to get to the station without a little bit of a challenge. A small group of zombies was blocking their next exit onto the streets. John motioned for the men to go around. Zack edged his way down a dark alley. A lone street light made the shadows dance across the forsaken alley. A small door was to Zack's right. He paused to check his weapon. Suddenly the door crashed open.
"Zack!" shouted John. A moaning sound came from the building they were passing by. Zombies started lumbering toward Zack. "Pay back time!" he cried out as he fired his MP5 in short, steady bursts. The monsters started falling and Zack cleared the way for the other two cops. Patrick shoved himself into the small alley and followed John to the streets. The next road had a roadblock at the end and a few buildings along both sides. It was wide and had three wrecked cars smashed against a guard rail. Total chaos. John shifted his eyes back and forth, searching for targets. Nothing moved in the shadows. John decided to break out his back up plan for weapons if they ran out of ammo. The group of cops had illegally snuck extended blades into the police station. These blades would attach to the normal combat knife, and a slightly extended hilt would turn a knife into a kind of short sword.
"Alright John let's do it!" answered Patrick. He reached into his leg's pocket and pulled out the proper equipment. The blade made a small snapping sound as the blade and hilt were slapped into place. John and Zack did the same. The three men were ready for combat. With the subway station only a couple of blocks away, the cops moved forward and down another alley.
Daniel awoke with a start. Something had made a cawing sound like a raven. He opened his eyes and saw them. Large black ravens had made his tree a home while he had slept like a baby, immune to anything going on around him. His eyes darted back and forth, seeing that there were at least a dozen crows sitting just a few feet from him. He smiled as he thought of a plan of action. Carefully, Daniel unhooked his last grenade from his belt and grabbed the knife from his pocket. He shaved the rope down to almost nothing. With one more breath he carefully pulled the pin on the grenade and counted to three. He then sliced the rope. Without a second's delay, he tossed the grenade into the branches. His heart fluttered just before the explosion.
"C'mon! this way we can bypass them!" cried John as he led the trio down another alley. A pack of zombies had made themselves right at home outside the shortest route to the subway station. John edged his way around another corner and looked down the street. A pile of crates that was easily climbable stood just a few metres away. They climbed them and jumped onto the pavement. Nothing attracted any attention. John lowered his MP5 and continued on. Suddenly a zombie dog barreled around the corner and pounced on Patrick.
"Ahhh shit, get off me you bitch!" Patrick cried as the dog tried to bite his throat. patrick unsheated his extended knife and plunged it into the dog's face. It flopped onto the ground and ran around, blind. John kicked the dog to the ground until it lay still. Patrick reached down and pulled his knife from the carcass.
"Close one huh?" asked Zack.
"Yah" answered Patrick. John looked at the two men. He admired their courage for withstanding all that had taken place so far. He shifted his weight and pointed down a narrow alley.
"We'll head this way" he called. His Mp5 led the way. After cutting through a small house, the cops found themselves in a small courtyard. A few stone benches tagged the four corners. John looked behind him in horror as he heard a low moan. Zombies had tracked them to the courtyard. John quickly moved one of the benches across one of the entrances. Patrick nodded and followed suit. After Zack had planted the last bench the zombies reached the courtyard.
"For the RPD!" cried John as he opened fire on the northwest entrance.
"For Harry!" cried Zack.
"For Raccoon city!" shouted Patrick.
The suppression fire withered down the first wave of zombies to three. John's Mp5 clicked empty.
"Son of a-" he whispered as he hummed his gun at the nearest zombie. Surprisingly it killed three zombies. Zack rushed over to the bench on his corner and unsheathed his last resort. The blade swished through the first zombie's head. Zack brought the blood stained weapon to his chest before lashing out again at the next zombie, relieving it of undeath. His corner seemed to be stemmed. John looked around for a couple seconds and saw the two other men desperately fighting with their melee weapons. They seemed to change from cops to roman soldiers, fighting barbarian tribes. He snapped out of his daydream and shoved his "Sword" through a zombie's chest, making a bloody moan erupt from its gurgling mouth.
"Guys, its been an honour serving with you", called Patrick as he sliced through another monster. Suddenly patrick's bench collapsed under the sheer weight of all the dead zombies. Patrick cried out and stumbled back. John turned and ran to Patrick. Zack stabbed another zombie before retreating. The cops all stood back to back and waited for the zombies to stumble over their dead.
"Awww fuck that hurt " groaned Daniel as he lurched into a sitting position and leaned his back against the tree he had fought so hard to keep. He knew it wouldn't be long before the rest of the cops were overrun. He thought back to the days when he was just a kid. Playing ball in the backyard with his dad, learning to drive, buying his house, and meeting the rest of the RPD. Daniel felt a tear well up in his eye but didn't bother to wipe it away as it slowly slid down his cheek and fell with a small 'drip' onto the grass below his hand.
"Nooooo" cried patrick as a zombie attempted to take a bite out of his shoulder. He shoved it back and sliced into its neck. The zombie moaned and fell to the ground, taking a column of monsters with it. John knew they could only hold out so long. He slashed another creature then body checked another two into another column. Zack was holding his own pretty well.
"What is that?" asked John as he spotted a helicopter in the sky. He could just barely make out the beautiful face of miss Jill Valentine. She was flying away from the cursed city. John went back to fighting the forces of evil. Patrick suddenly let out a cry of pain. A zombie had gotten his leg.
"Get off of me you bastard!" he screamed as he drove his sword into the zombie's head. John suddenly saw a small bead of fire in the distance. The nuke was here. John relaxed and saw it quickly come closer, knowing he would be able to rest soon. The fireball detonated just above the city. John turned and saw a tidal wave of flame rush toward him. He smiled and then felt nothing as the entire city was turned into nothing but a crater.
One minute earlier.
Daniel looked up into the sky and saw Jill's helicopter pass overhead. Then a great fireball landed into the city.
"Goodbye John It was good while it lasted" whispered Daniel as he was consumed by the nuke.
well its finally done. Now i can concentrate on survivor gameshow. Thx to all my reviewers for all their support.