Fatal Cross part 7
15th July, 19.36
Unknown location near 1st Park
The glass shattered around Ben as he leapt through the window, his MP5 still held tightly in his right hand. As his torso cleared the window, the bomb detonated, engulfing the room in a ball of fire, the flames licking against his body as he fell clear of the building.
'Gotta bring my legs around...' Ben thought as he began to plummet to the floor. He pulled his head in and his feet swung around him as his body somersaulted in the air. Ben felt himself hit the floor and stumbled backwards at the force, the nerves in his legs tingling. He struggled to his feet as debris began to fall from the now burning room, the fire like a beacon to any survivors in the city as the smoke began to rise into the dark sky. Ben sprinted for cover as chunks of burning wood began to hit the floor around him, hot ash flying into his face from the impacts. As he neared the park, a tree loomed into view before him. Ben ran and dived behind the trunk, his body slamming against the hard floor. He looked out into the street as the debris continued to fall. As Ben stared out, he saw the body of the monster he had fought hit the ground with bone shattering force. Ben gaped in awe at it.
'Oh my god! That explosion should have tore that thing in half!' As he went to check the monster, it moved slightly, before it rose to its feet very slowly. Ben froze and stared at it, unable to believe what he was seeing. The creature looked around briefly, before it brought its head back and let out a deafening roar. The spines on its back arced outwards as it began to mutate. The bullet wounds in its torso and head slowly began to close and its arms bulked outwards, the muscles almost doubling in size. It stopped moving briefly before lowering its head and began to sniff the air around him, before it stopped and sprinted off into the shadows. Propping himself against the tree trunk, Ben slowly rose to his feet.
'What IS that thing!?!' He thought before staring down at his MP5. 'It's like nothing can stop it, not even guns. So how the HELL am I meant to destroy it?' Ben shook his head. 'There will be time to worry about that later, right now I had better go meet the others,' He turned and walked towards the road and looked to his left. 'I just hope I'm not late,' He finished thinking before he began to jog down the road. As he turned the corner that led to the park, he heard an outburst of gunfire. Ben looked to his right and saw the flash of a gun barrel as the gunshots continued. He stopped and climbed up the fence on his right and leapt down into the park, his feet landing softly on the grass. He looked in the direction of the gunfire and began to jog toward it. As he broke through a bush he ground to a halt as he saw what was in front of him.
Amy, Nikki and Jason were stood in a triangle, surrounded by an army of zombies, their lumbering bodies closing in on them slowly. A burst of gunfire dragged Ben back to reality and he slowly raised his MP5 and squeezed the trigger, sending a hail of bullets into the backs of the creatures in front of him. Amy looked up and saw the flash of gunfire illuminate Bens face and laughed.
"Hey, Ben's here! I told you he made it!" She shouted over the gunfire. Jason looked at him and nodded.
"Now we stand a better chance! Nikki, drop back and see if you can radio the others!" Jason ordered.
"Yes sir!" Nikki replied. She lowered her gun and pulled a radio out of her back pocket. Jason turned to Ben.
"Hey, Ben! Get over here!" He shouted. Ben nodded and pulled out his STORM rifle from his backpack and charged the Javelin system. He raised it to eye level and fired the dart at the monsters. The charged electricity bolt ripped through the crowd, transferring its charge to each monster it hit, knocking them down. The bolt eventually came to a stop when it embedded itself in a tree, emitting a blue aura into the air. Ben ran through the path to the group of people as the smell of charred flesh greeted his nostrils. He pulled a second dart from his bag and slipped it into his gun.
"You called?" Ben asked.
"Yeah. It turns out there are more of those creatures here than we anticipated," Jason replied.
"I can see that," Ben replied sarcastically
"Christina, is that you?" Nikki said in the background.
"As you can see, Nikki is calling in some help," Jason continued.
"Good, until then we had better hold these things off," Ben finished as he rose his rifle quickly and fired a hail of bullets into a crowd of zombies that was approaching them. As he turned to fire at one of the creatures that was walking towards Nikki, a bullet tore its way through its skull, spraying gore over her small form.
"Looks like Christina is backing us up at least," Ben said before Nikki could say anything. He looked to Amy as she fired off a round from her rifle, the empty bullet shell joining a small mountain that was forming at her feet.
"Have you used all your MP5 rounds up Amy?" He asked as he walked over to join her.
"Yes sir," Amy replied as she fired another shot, her hand chambering another round in the weapon.
"Then take these," Ben replied as he pulled two clips out of his pocket and handed them to her.
"Are you sure sir?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, you forget I've got enough guns as it is," Ben replied. Amy smiled and nodded slightly before holding her hand out and taking the narrow strips of metal.
"Thanks, at least now I'm not fighting with a single shot weapon," Amy finished as she slipped one of the clips into the MP5 that hung at her shoulder before cocking the weapon and raising it to eye level. Ben turned away and fired a single bullet into the skull of an approaching zombie, blood spraying away from the wound. He pulled the empty clip out of the gun and dropped it onto the floor, the metal hitting a pile of bullet cases that had formed around him. A monster lunged for him as he pulled a fresh magazine out of a pocket in his bag, its arm stretched out in front of it, groping for fresh flesh. Ben looked at it and smashed the butt of his gun hard into its skull, the bone giving way under the impact of the weapon. He pulled his hand back, his fingers covered in slime. He heaved and began to rub his hand frantically on his trousers.
"What's wrong with you?" Nikki asked between two gunshots.
"I got brains all over my hand," Ben replied in disgust as he continued to rub his hand on his trousers. Nikki laughed as she continued to fire bullets at the approaching creatures. Ben gave her an evil look before turning and counting the remaining zombies.
'Only eight of those things left. This shouldn't be too hard,' Ben thought as he fired three rounds in to a zombies torso. The creature stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor, blood slowly seeping out of the bullet holes. Jason raised his rifle and cut three of the creatures in two, crimson flying away from the bullet impacts as their torsos' hit the floor. Ben looked at the last four zombies and turned to look at the others.
"Cut and run!!" He shouted. Jason looked at Ben and nodded. He lowered his rifle and turned to look at Nikki.
"Nikki, tell Christina to clean up here, were going to the power station now before any more of those things turn up." Nikki nodded and pulled the radio out of her pocket.
"Thunder, this is Flash. Were pulling out, can you clean up here over," Nikki said.
"Of course I can. You lot watch yourselves out there. Over and Out." The voice crackled over the radio. Ben lowered his gun and looked to Amy.
"Amy, leave the rest to Christina, we gotta get moving," He shouted to her. She lowered her MP5 and nodded.
"Let's go!!" Jason ordered. Ben turned to Nikki.
"Which direction is the power station?" He asked her.
"To the west," She replied as she slipped the radio back into her pocket. Ben nodded and began to jog to the power station, with Jason and the others following him.
The last four zombies turned and began to lumber after the survivors as they ran into the darkness. They didn't hear the bullets ripping through the air towards them until the metal tore through their frail bodies, spraying blood into the air as the corpses fell to the floor, joining their fallen comrades.
