Hollowtown Population: 2845 Time:
12:56 AM
"You think they know about the virus?"
"Ya... that's why they're here, and hes got a point... we'll
all die. It's already spreading, destroy everything"
As much as we wanted answers, we didn't get them. Paul was busy scanning the apple and the gun. I was a little busy calling my contacts in Washington State just to see if any of them would be willing to get hired for backup security. The pay was high enough, after all it wasn't my paycheck they were eating out of. So far I had Jenny. She was a medic, a damn good one for her age. She's licensed to wheel an Uzi and any medium gun after that. She's on her way up now. After a pack of Marlboro Lights and two beers later the results came in. the apple was laced of low concentrate cyanide and a higher concentration of the T-Virus. And the gun jammed of faulty parts and a bad firing pin. The badge read Allen Jefferson Weapons Expert. The fingerprints on the gun read Terry Haverhill Jr. who was no weapons expert. Actually he was a resident in Hollow. He was recruited by the HPD in 96 as an officer. The police are hiding something big from us, we just don't know what exactly. Only if there were clues that lead up to why this happened. A little after four AM Jenny radioed in. She was only about a couple miles away from the Ravens Bridge. Once she entered the house we decided where's the best place to ripped apart and search for any documents, files, computers, and ominous items.
"Who are you to go through houses, homes, and buildings! This is illegal! Go back to where ever you came from, we'll protect our own!" yelled an old man.
"We are not here to start corruption. We are here for your protection. Everyone please get inside and lock your doors." There were protestors on the city hall steps waving signs, shotguns, handguns, clubs, and bats. They're pissed that we roll into town and demand that no one roams the streets without escorts.
"Go home, or get shot!" the protestors chanted. Signs were waving 'a good army is a dead army' and 'communists outa here'. A blue van rushed to the front of the protestors, and a family with children got out of the van. "You shoot us, you shoot our future!" yelled the father. The sad part is... they have no future now that the virus will get them. "This is YOUR LAST WARNING. Go to your homes are we'll open fire!" this shit happens too often now. Its time to show them how serious it is. CHA-CHING! Mike cocked back the hammer of the machine gun mounted on the Hummer. BOOM! A protestor shot a shell towards the truck and mike spread fire all over the crowd. CHA-CHING CHING CHING CHING CHING!
Nothing but the sound of a heavy machine gun hearing the firing pin set then rapidly set back and fourth, with the shells hitting the ground. Firefight began in two seconds after the one shot from the man's shotgun. People ran for cover into the cityhall building and suddenly... no movement at all. There was silence after the massacre. Unfortunately the family didn't get out in time, even when Mike aimed toward the top step. People crept out of the front doors with hands in the air. And then from inside a scream cried, "NO please no god!" I jumped out of the truck and ran toward the doors followed by Eric, Jenny, and Nicole. Troops reloaded clips into their guns and followed. "Set 2 watch and cover front entrance." I radioed to them. "Roger making way for clearing ground. I opened the door and a trail of blood lead right around the corner. She must've been opened dam good. I tried grabbing my machine gun, but I didn't take it with me on my way in. Grabbed the desert eagle strapped to my hip and cocked the hammer back. Eric had his semi auto heckler and Koch. Jenny with a 45. And Nicole with a glock 19. Jenny had an Uzi with her. Creeping up against the wall, my hearts in my throat, after every beat there were flashes on my old gang days in Boston in Roxbury. Peeked my head around the corner, the trail lead even more down the hall and up stairs. "This won't be pretty." I said looking back at the front entrance. A few more troops walked and drove around the building. And only four entered. As I lead and crept toward the stairs I knew this wasn't a good thing. Suddenly a cry from the back of my group and a widow shattered. "NO!" one of the troops was nabbed, Eric grabbed his feet and tried to pull him back to us. "Don't let go!" I yelled to Eric. Eric's jaw dropped and he started to scream. And the sound of a bone snapping and the ripping apart of flesh is heard. Eric let the bottom torso go and opened fired into the room. I took my attention off the scene and looked in front of me, and there it was. Staring me down. It was at least eight feet tall, with claws that must've been a foot long. Jenny, she whipped out the Uzi and shot a round into it, and nothing. "Shit, it's jammed!" I pulled up and blasted two or three slugs into its head, and it stumbled to the ground. Eric's beast dropped after the three troops shot some lead into it. These things are nothing we've seen. And the fear was so strong now... nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Nobody did anything but lock and load more rounds into their guns. The units outside didn't radio in. We were being hunted now. If theres two, there's three. If three four and so on. We are being watched. Finally Jenny took two steps toward me. She was right behind me that I could feel her gun tapping my arm. "What the fuck" she whispered. "Nobody move" I whispered back. "There's more than just two." After I whispered that to her, she froze even more, to the point where she tried to stop her breath from exiting her lungs. Of course we're all smokers so its kind of hard to hold your breath. "Look alive people, any side on all sides." I didn't say it load, I didn't say it soft. Slowly and cautiously we all did the same. And walked toward back to the entrance. "Some one help me" said a voice of a little girl. "Oh my god, JT there's a girl-"I interrupted Nicole. "No, just keep walking. If that were a victim it wouldn't be so calm. Just keep moving."
Hollowtown Population: 2835 Time: 9:43 AM
"No, just keep walking. If that were a victim it wouldn't be so calm. Just keep moving."
'God once said to Lucifer. "If you shall release the beasts... You must release the beasts within thy human souls of others" and merciful God shall protect those of the innocence.
We crept slowly and alert. There's no way we're all going to die now, Not now, not today. We've already opened a wound that will open the doors to close this evil. My mind was blank, like I wasn't even thinking. It was like a white piece of paper, just blank. My focus was on my trigger, and my squad. I wouldn't let them die like the mission in Columbia. I lost my squad a while ago back in 2001 when we were after this druglord. Tio Cortez, his guerillas got to my squad before I even pulled the trigger that could've saved six American lives. But instead I didn't.
"Nicole, give me your flashbang" I asked nicely. She handed me the grenade, her hands were shaky and cold. "Once I pull the pin, run for the door and into the Police station across the street. If we get separated keep in transmission every ten minutes." They all gave me a nod, and I knew they understood the situation. CLING! The pin was off and everyone ran for the door, I was the last one out, and the sound of three or four monster cried out. This is not good, we'll need more firepower. We exited through the front door. The trucks weren't there. Eric radioed the hummers. No response with them and the big rig wasn't there either. Maybe the rioters rolled with it, or the troops had something better to do.
We rushed to the Police station where it was safe, For now. On the wall to my right were a gun cabinet with shotguns, and one automatic assault rifle. At least 5.56 caliber gun. Rounds were in the drawers in the cabinet. I walked over and looked out the window. One of the monsters peeked out of the front doors, and bobbed back in. maybe it was the darkness they loved. It's cloudy and misty outside, but other than that, it was a little darker in the city hall. The police station wasn't all that big, but had three to four floors on it.
All of the sudden... An English girl's laughter fills the whole police station. "Daddy Daddy look, an old man walking his dog, and a grandmother carrying bread from the store. May I please help them?" Another sound of laughter fills the floor again. "Daddy look... Are those six people down there police officers? Are they bad people?" My eyes shifted to toward my troops. And then up towards the ceiling. I quickly loaded the automatic rifle with the 32 round clip, and extra rounds in my vest pocket. The desert eagle raised up just a little for my arm to cock a forty five-degree angle. "We should not be here." I said just a little softly. Laughter sounded again. "Look for the moving picture reel and you will see..." the voice stopped at 'see'. My mind pondered. Is this for real? The only thing that kept me sane was thinking about ghost busters. And something they'd say. My mind was shifting in and out of conscious and unconscious. "JT you look a little pale, get yourself together man, we need to find those trucks." Eric said with his eyes peering out the window. "I'm okay, just a little..." I couldn't finish my sentence. Then out of nowhere I said, "We need to look for that movie reel." I quickly stumbled over to the first desk and ripped through all the drawers, and then on to the next desk I wasn't scared now. I just snapped. My thoughts were trained on what I heard happen in Raccoon City and the stories, files, transmission recordings, and such. " Show yourself goddammit!" I shouted... all the sudden It was peaceful, the sun shined through for once. And then a quick flash of lightning, and a roar of thunder, but the sun still shined through and out the window we all gathered. The sky quickly grew dark, and a ray of sunlight shined down to the old cemetery in the back of the town's church. And in an instant, The sun was gone. We slowed turned around and a door opens and slams shut. "Get ready to earn your stripes boys" Eric said pulling his gun up to his shoulders. The door was on the left-hand side of the building there was nothing but desks, it was an open area. Lots of shooting space. It was running now, we all could hear it, THUD! THUD! THUD! Then the noise turned to swishing, like it had pants on. And there it was, Machine guns blasted, shells hit the floor, nothing but the shells ping ping ping! It lunged and dove for the floor. "Hold your fire, let me do it!" I grasped my 44 magnum, and slowly I walked towards it. He then poked his head up, a flash of Lightning struck... It was Greg. " You motherfucker, fuck you fucker. Holy shit fucking... FUCK!" he stood up, panting, breathing harder and harder. "You're an asshole." He managed to get that right. "Come on dude. I have a right to shoot at you. We've only been friends since the fourth grade. Suck it up. You're with me now bro." I said it with a smile on my face just for seeing him. I laughed off my fear. I turned around to the front of the station, and looked out the window. Another flash of lightning, and the city hall doors were opened. "We're in deep shit now... Guys? Guys you with me?" I turned to my squad. They looked hypnotized. They were in shock.
Recorded transmission 2/20 from Squad to Base...
JT "Paul, get in touch with the troops in the away team, send them to the police station in the center of town. Have them pick us up in Armadillo"
Paul "JT, the troops are dead, nobodies responding. Mikes not coming through, but his transmissions are scrabbled. And the other troops aren't responded. Their locators are at a dead end street at the bottom of the cemetery. I tell you something went real wrong. All's I know is that they were ambushed by something. I have the video feed."
JT" Paul just shut it for one second! I need more fire power, it's a code outbreak, and code... shit what the hell is it called! Um... um... Fuck it, code trapped! We're being hunting right now!"
Paul" on the satellite there should be no one at the..."
End of recorded transmission 2/20 from Squad to Base...
As Greg was now walking back to the hallway he just ran from, he loaded a couple more shells into his franchi shotgun, raised it about torso height, heard the creaking of an old wooden door open. I rushed to the hallway. "Greg what the fuck..."
It's an old projector room. "It's a screening room, where all the cops come in the morning.
Hollow Town Population:2822 Time: 10:06 AM