Chapter 3: The Calvary
Ryan sat in the passenger's seat in the Humvee. His commanding officer Captain Lewis sat in the driver's seat and behind them sat half-a-dozen marines, fully equipped. Ryan turned around and looked to a sniper sitting far behind in the third row of seats. Ryan tried to get his attention. He finally started some small talk.
"Hey Jack. What's wrong? Jack?"
Jack turned his head to Ryan; he looked down into his hands and noticed blood. Jack had coughed earlier and he just realized the blood. He reached behind himself and took out a rag; with it he cleaned the mess and put the rag back.
"Yeah?"
Ryan thought for a moment and it all came back to him. He started to shake and reached into his pocket for his pills.
"You don't look so good, maybe you should get some rest when wo…wh….wh….we get back."
Captain Lewis looked into his mirror and started the briefing.
"Alright boys, we got a call from a women in the woods. She reported a group of people in the forest who were being chased by a pack of dogs. The local police are busy so the MP, that's us boys, are responsible."
"Why can…can…can't they send in the S.T.A.R.S. teams?"
"You know why, they aren't ready yet. That's why. Calm down Corporal, take a breathier."
A cocky marine sitting behind the captain began to talk to the Captain.
"Captain, why is he even aloud on this team? I mean, he always goes into his attacks."
The captain laughed and with a jolly remark he said a comeback.
"Because he is can think a lot faster than you runt."
Everyone started laughing and the mood lightened up a little.
"We will be at the site soon, everyone make sure you are ready."
The team began checking themselves to see if they had full clips of ammo. Jack coughed again and this time he fell to the side, luckily he was next to the back door and his head hit the door.
"Jack are you ok?" said a marine sitting next to him.
"I…(cough)…I think I may be…(cough)…a little sick. I…"
Jack's head fell forward and the marine grabbed him.
"Something's wrong with Jack. I don't know what."
The team all put their attention to him. The captain pulled the humvee over to the side of the road. They all got out except for the marine that sat next to him. He felt for a pulse, it was low but it was still there. He was still alive barely, but still there. The marine got up and grabbed the med kit. He opened it and took out a syringe. The Umbrella logo on the side showed that it was an old syringe. The marine put down the med kit and went to inject the needle and he felt for a pulse. Jack had no pulse.
"Jack? Jack?"
Everyone looked grim so Ryan took charge.
"Listen, we still have a chance, but we have to act quick. Is there a defibrillator onboard?"
The marine looked under his seat and found one. Ryan got in the humvee and took up the syringe. In the syringe was a high dose of Adrenaline. Ryan took his arms and put them over his head readying his blow.
"Shock him twice on 400 then I'll try this. Do it."
The marine turned the dial to 400 and put the pads on Jack's chest.
"Clear."
Jack's body shook but they tried again.
"Clear."
Again, Jack's body shook.
Ryan swung down his hands and landed the syringe into Jack's heart.
They waited a few seconds and there was no response.
Ryan got out and he fell to the ground.
"We tried…."
5 minutes past before anyone broke the silence. It was the marine who spoke.
"Jack's moving guys, He's moving!"
Everyone turned to him as he turned to the team. Jack raised his head up and his head fell down. The marine lowered his head to Jack's mouth. His ear was ready to hear if he said something. On the marine's face came a look of great pain. He got up quickly and he got out of the truck. Blood gushed out from his hand; he was holding his ear and he reached behind him trying to get his .45 caliber handgun.
"You fucking son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you."
Jack rolled out of the truck; falling to the ground. Lewis looked at Jack as he got to his feet. He raised his arms out and slowly he stepped forward.
"Jack I am placing you under arrest, just give up now."
No response.
"Freeze or I will shoot," Lewis, emphasized the I in that statement.
No response, just Jack's march forward. He looked as if he was a zombie.
"Take it your way, I am sorry."
Lewis shot Jack in his knees and he kept on going. Jack was now proceeding closer and closer to Lewis, only 3 feet away. Lewis opened fire and shot Jack in his head. Jack fell to the ground and Lewis checked for a pulse.
"He is cold, he's been dead for at least 6 minutes now."
The team got back in the vehicle and Lewis radioed in.
"Ryan I am surprised you handled yourself very well back there."
The humvee traveled into the dense fog, through the underbrush with a team of marines and with one incident freshly burned into their minds they had no idea of what was to come or even happening at the moment.
The marines received word that a bus had stopped in the middle of nowhere and they had a wounded man. The team gave the bus Jack and they traveled into the woods searching for the police officer.
