Part 2: Los Santos Chaos
Chapter 1: Welcome to Los Santos
Intro: This is the beginning to part 2, Trish, John, and Larry, has escaped Liberty in a boat, and ran into a mutated octopus, but they survive the attack after finding a rocket launcher on the boat. Tommy and Scott escape a beast in the Shoreside Vale tunnel, and make it to his mansion.
Tommy's Mansion in Liberty, June 17, 9:04 p.m.
Tommy and Scott walked up to the gates. There were guards all over the mansion, some of them pointed, and shouted "It's Tommy! He made it! Hurry! Let him in!"
The gates opened and Tommy and Scott were escorted inside, they had to follow a certain path, because there were land mines set up all over the place.
They walked inside the big front doors. Everything was nice, and expensive. Tommy had over 40 guards here, at all times. They were dressed in black suits, with bullet proof armor. They were almost like, a special ops team. There were 4 that entered the room. One had a red stripe on his arm, probably a commando. He walked up to Tommy, and said, "Nice to see you again, sir."
"You too. What's the situation?" Tommy asked.
"We have set up automatic machine guns, land mines, and secured there perimeter. This is the safest place in the city. If any of the dead people come, they will get blown up by the land mines, and we will know if they are attacking. They have been fro a long time now."
"Very well. Are my guns still here?"
"The whole room, sir."
"Scott, come one, let's go get suited up, just in case."
"Excellent." Scott commented.
They walked to a big gray door, Tommy punched in a code, and it opened. The whole room had plenty of shelves, guns on the wall, armor, grenades, goggles, everything you would need for combat. It was Tommy's arsenal.
Scott scanned the area, grabbing M4's, AK's, pistols, revolvers, armor; he got loaded up real good. There was enough stuff to outfit a small army in that room. On the back wall there was even a variety of missile launchers. This was the best thing that could happen for Scott; meeting a man, coming to a secure building, with all the firepower anyone could ever want.
The two men got their gear, and then headed for the kitchen. "Let's get some food!" said Tommy.
Trisha, Larry, and John, the Ocean, June 17, 9:11 p.m.
"We are leaking gas, we're out of gas!" John exclaimed.
"Damn it! Damn! God… Shit!" Larry was walking back and forth, cursing, and throwing his fists around. "What are we going to do?"
"We'll just have to… Paddle" Trish suggested.
"How far are we from Los Santos, there's no way I am doing that!"
"Well, if you want to survive, you will."
"Crap… Let's do it."
And so they paddled. They were about 16 miles away from Los Santos. They had a long way to go.
Five Hours later (2:16 a.m.)
With their hard work, they finally were close to Los Santos. Barley visible in the air was smoke. There were multiple fires throughout the city, buildings on fire. The infection had already reached here.
"You have got to be kidding!" John scanned the city.
"We're gonna die. You know that! We are going to die!" Our refuge is infected already!" Larry was getting mad again.
"Well, we have to try to survive. Let's find out what's going on." John suggested.
"No! You two can, I am staying in this boat."
"With no weapons?"
"Yes."
They came up to the marina. They docked the boat, and Larry stayed behind. Their shoes were soaking red, with blood from the octopus creature. The walked up to the street, and just like Liberty, it was trashy. Burn marks in the road, along with trash, and cracks, blood, body parts. This was a massacre.
"Where to?" John asked Trish.
"How about ammu-nation? Duh!" She exclaimed.
They started walking east, into town. Bodies were everywhere, fire littering the area. This town was a death trap. John spotted someone up ahead, a man. He was moaning, but he looked normal. His clothes were bloody, he was just standing there.
"Should we help him?" John whispered.
"Yeah." She responded.
As they approached the man, he began to throw up. Trisha turned her head, making a face.
"Oh my god! Run Trish, run!" John pushed her, commanding her to run in the other direction. Then man was now throwing up blood, and he began to morph, into a different species. He was infected. His head exploded. Out a tentacle, with a caw on it came.
He began to run after John and Trish. They fired at its legs, and it fell. This gave them enough time to get out of site, they ran down the street, and turned on another.
The street lights were dim. They passed torn up bodies. They were a couple block away from ammu-nation. "I know this guy, his name's Frank. He works at this ammu-nation. We go back, he could probably help us." John explained.
They passed more bodies, some torn up so bad you couldn't tell they were human, others weren't even human. Bullet shells littered the area too. They passed some burning buildings as well. Cars were crashed into each other, and buildings as well. The stench of death reeked the air.
Ammu-nation was just ahead. The building was in site. It looked bad.
Tommy's Liberty City Mansion, June 18, 2:21 a.m.
Tommy and Scott were asleep on the couches in the mansion's gigantic living room. As well as a group of guards, everyone was clenching an automatic machine gun. Tommy had an upgraded TMP, while Scott a M4 Carbine.
The room shook as if in a seizure, a loud explosion in the back ground. Everyone woke up.
One of the guards shouted, "The mines! They are here!" Everyone got up, and rushed to a window. Tommy went as well, while Scott stayed behind, curled up in a warm blanket. Tommy glanced out a window. The sound of the automatic machine guns firing filled the air. Dark figures ran around quickly, in the light from the Mansion's lights. Some lights were also set up in the yard.
BOOM! Another explosion, right in front of Tommy eyes. There was some more gunfire, for a split second, and one of the figures the shadows dropped. Some of the guards, patrolling the balconies on the mansion fired too. Anytime Tommy saw one, he fired his M4 Carbine at it.
The darkness lit up with every shot, from the fire coming out of the guns barrels. The noise stopped. Tommy heard one of the guards shout, "Clear over here!" And another responded, "Same here." Everyone went back to bed, while some guards went out to clean up the bodies off of the lawn, and set up more claymore mines.
Tommy went back to bed. His radio came on, "Tommy, Tommy, you should take a look at this. Come up to the roof." A man over the radio commanded.
Tommy got up and walked through the many levels in his mansion to the roof.
"What is it?" Tommy asked, noticing his breath in the air, it was cold out.
"Look at this!" The commando handed him a pair of Night Vision Binoculars. He pointed towards the bridge. Tommy zoomed in with the goggles. There was a huge creature on the bridge, the one with bus size arms.
"It looks like he is stuck!" Tommy exclaimed.
"We can blow the bridge!"
"Do it. Do it, now!"
"Okay!" The commando smiled. The helicopter on the roof started up. Some of Tommy's guards loaded big crates of C4 on it, and the chopper left. There was one more chopper on the roof, a Maverick. It was getting refueled.
The chopper, June 18, 2:33 a.m.
The chopper approached the bridge. The big monster got his leg caught in the metal support bars. Jason was the pilot, along with two others, Ben, and Yang. Their job was to blow up the bridge, and get rid of the giant problem.
The chopper got close. Francis International Airport was light up, survivors inside. It was time to take out the bridge.
Okay, be sure to keep reading, I will try to get the next chapter up soon!