Part 2: Los Santos Chaos

Chapter 4(Finale): Journey into Hell

Disclaimer: Any relation to any people, or monsters in my story living or dead, is purely coincidental, except for Tommy, and the rest of the GTA characters.

Intro: Tommy and his men are heading into the forest, Yang has been encountered by something in a cabin near the beach, and Trish, CJ, John, Larry, and some old guy are escaping the airport, with the blind giant beast after them.

Tommy and Team, Military Installment, June 18, 10:34 a.m.

The sky was bright, the sun up high in the sky. Tommy turned to look behind him, at the destroyed installment. Its foundation was crumbled, part of it were in debris. The destroyed building sat on a cliff side, over a river.

From the yard, there was an eight foot tall steel fence, and beyond that, thirty foot tall concrete wall, with a HUGE brown gat in the middle.

Among the wall were several towers. There were two on the right and left side of the giant gate, with ladders leading up to them. They had cranks, probably to open the gate.

The small group of people ran through the small steel gate, and Tommy pointed to the towers and ordered, "Check if you tow can open the gate!" he pointed to two commandos.

As they climbed up the ladder, screams were heard, coming from the still standing part of the base, it was something big, something loud. Tommy didn't want to stay and find out what.

"Are you okay sir?" One of Tommy's men asked, Tommy was kneeling down.

"Yeah… I think. Ruined my damn shirt. I liked this shirt." Tommy's back was covered in his blood. His Hawaiian shirt was ruined; the chainsaw had split open a small layer of skin on his back. The pain was unbearable, but Tommy kept his cool.

Slowly, the big brown gate began to open, the gates sliding to the sides, as the two commandos both cranked cranks.

It was now open, a large, tall, very green, dense forest lay in front of them, filtering out the daylight. The two commandos dropped down, and they headed into the forest on a sandy trail. They got to a gate, opened it and continued on, through the dark forest, and passed a body of a man.

They came up to an intersection. There was a sign.

"Well… It says 'To Command Center' (arrow pointing right), and 'To Lake' (arrow pointing to the left)." Tommy examined the paths from his viewpoint.

"Aw, shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! RUN!" a voice screamed.

Yang, Sandy Trail Cabin, June 18, 9:13 a.m.

In front of Yang stood a figure, it looked human, by the figure. It had a red, assort of pink head, and it seemed to be connected to its shoulder. Red eyes glowed in the darkness of the cabin. It turned to reveal its left arm, is gigantic, just like the other. It had a lot of muscle.

It opened its mouth, big a wide, showing its three inch sharp teeth. It let out a high pitched shriek. It was a warning, for Yang, to leave, but he just stood their, his eyes wide with fear. He had blown his chance, as he studied the creature, standing over a puddle of warm blood.

Its left arm began to… boil? No… Morph, it was morphing, into a claw, as sharp as a knife. It made a sudden movement.

Time seemed to slow down in Yang's eyes. He stood in front of the door, a big red shape heading towards him. Suddenly he came back to reality. The claw was heading towards his head. He reacted fast.

His feet left the ground as he did a back flip, dodging thee claw. The sound of breaking wood was above him, he was under the monster. Only the top half of the door remained.

He crawled a few feet away from the beast; he stood up, and looked towards the door.

In a red flash a claw was in his face, and Yang dove out of the way tumbling along the floor. Hew glance up towards a desk, a pot was on it. He scrambled up, grabbed it, and threw it at the monster, with all of his strength, it smashed against his head, temporally blinding him.

Yang ran towards the door, diving through it, doing a summersault in mid air (sound familiar, resident evil 4fans?). He ran a little bit away, and glance back at the cabin, spotting a pitchfork next to a bucket, on the right side of the half-door.

The monster was at the door, he smashed the bottom half down. It looked at Yang, with his red eyes, and screamed. It ran towards him.

Yang did a summersault, dodging the claw, and the monster kept running, smashing it into a tree, nearly cutting it down.

Yang dashed for the door, and grabbed the pitch fork, turning around; he held it out in front of him. The monster was right in front of him, running at a high speed. The monster ran so fast, it didn't have time to react, and ran its head right into the fork, so hard that Yang lost his grip, and pushed the back end of the fork into the wall behind him.

Yang fell to the ground, everything happened so fast. Looking up, blood poured from the lifeless beasts head. Yang noticed his clothes, stained with its blood.

"Aw crap!"

Trish, John, Larry, CJ, Old Guy, June 18, 3:18 a.m.

The group headed out to the parking lot. Behind them, the tentacle faced beast went berserk. Swinging its arms around, screaming at the top of its lungs, smashing everything it was near.

The group ran up to a red admiral. John smashed the window, and unlocked the doors. "Get in, hurry!" he commanded. The back seat had three seats, five in total, enough seats for all of them.

John, the old guy, and Larry got in. CJ looked over towards a red PCJ-600.

"Sweet! Go you guys, I want this!" said CJ.

"Me too!" said Trisha.

"Hop on, sweetheart!" The red admiral took off, CJ hotwired the bike. The giant stopped, and listened. It started after the car.

The bike roared on. CJ took off, following after the car. Both vehicles sped onto the highway; the giant had no chance of keeping up. They headed into town.

Following the big highway in Los Santos, they were coming up to the intersection (not Mulholland). Both the Admiral and the bike dodged blown up cars, and wrecked up cars, and dead bodies laying in the road, both shot up bodies, and others with chucks of their torso, or other body parts torn up.

The intersection was visible. They had to slow down, as the street became littered with cars that are wrecked up. There was a huge wreck in the road, they couldn't head north, and had to take the eastbound highway.

The road cleared, as they went around the turn, the Admiral out in front, the bike in back. Thing began to speed up.

"Aw shit!" CJ had spotted the zombies on the upcoming bridge. The had items in their hands, but he couldn't tell what.

The bridge came up fast. They had what looked like fire light sticks in their hand-dynamite!

They threw it down, while they were heading at 80 mph. It exploded in front of the Admiral, spinning it out of control; John had lost it, trying to regain control for his life.

Closely behind, CJ skidded to the right, then left, and had the control of the bike back, but the Admiral went up the side of the highway, and was now air bound, I headed over a concrete wall, and into the wall of an apartment building. CJ just heard a loud crashing noise.

"Oh my god!" Trisha yelled.

"Don't worry; we still need to get out!" CJ told her.

"My brother!"

"DON'T WORRY!"

They passed under more bridges; zombies tried jumping onto them, CJ made quick efforts on his bike to dodge them.

Something fell down in front of them; suddenly an explosion of flames covered their path. CJ headed right through it.

"Take this. Shoot all you can!" CJ handed Trish one of his Ingrams. Zombies were throwing Molotov's at them!

An old truck came up behind them on the highway. CJ dodged a few more crazy jumpers, and then bullets wisped past CJ face and bike. They had pistols, the ones in the back of the truck.

"SHOOT! Shoot! Shoot!" CJ ordered.

Trisha shot the tires, and the truck lost control, flipping itself over, killing them instantly.

Up ahead was the end of the Highway. CJ took a right, then a left, and another left; they were back on the Eastern Freeway, heading north.

CJ dodged the multiple crashed cars along the way, and took a left, at the last turn he could, before leaving the city.

"What the hell are you doing?" Trisha asked.

My mansion, have to get a few things from it!" CJ responded.

Trisha nodded. They continued into the Los Santos hills. They followed the highway to the Mulholland Intersection, and went through it.

The columns that held the intersection up wisped past in a flash, CJ was now driving at a really fast speed.

CJ took a right, going straight up into the hills, and slowed down, while going up it. He followed a curved path up to a higher elevation, and sped up a little, the empty streets gave the duo an eerie feeling. They wisped past many palm trees and houses, as they came to a bridge.

In a flash, a big group of zombies, wielding different sorts of weapons ran out into the road, CJ dodging some took a hard left, but didn't go left. He skidded dodging a shovel that vent over their heads, 5 feet off the ground, but it didn't work.

Trisha got smacked with the shovel, and fell of the bike. CJ, still on the bike, partially regained control, swerving the bike to the right, hitting three zombies, the bike skidded with CJ on it, the front of the bike hitting a palm tree, sending CJ tumbling down the hill, with the bike spinning out of control behind him. CJ rolled onto the street below, having the wind knocked out of him.

Whoosh!
The bike cam hurdling down after him, he had a split second to dodge the bike, nearly killing him.

He laid there for about a minute, and got up. He needed to save Trisha. He had one more of his dual Ingrams, and three full clips, plus the one in the gun. That was a total of 100 rounds, 25 per customized clip.

I hope Trisha still has that gun I gave her! He thought to himself.

Chapter 2-4 Complete. Next Chapter: 3-1

Okay, I hope you guys like it, that is the end of Part 2! Be sure to continue reading when I post more!