"Okay, we turn left down this one," David told me, looking at our map. I grunted in affirmation and we turned left down yet another smelly pipe. David scowled and slapped the map across the surface. "Bloody hell, shit's falling onto the map."
"Well, shit," I said to him, laughing slightly at my clever joke. Okay, so it wasn't clever, but I don't care, I think it was good.
We stopped at what the map showed as one of our bombing points. "Okay, this is the first point. I'll set up the bomb, you keep an eye out for any hostiles and give me a yell if you see anything."
He took off his backpack and began to take out tools and a small box-like package, which I assumed to be the bomb. I looked out and did as I was told, searching for hostiles. Now either there's nobody here right now, or the zombies are damn good ninjas.
"Oh look, more sewer shit," I said blandly. "And what's that? Is that…a rat?" David laughed out.
"You should be glad there's nothing here," David said. "I know from experience that no contact is better."
"Yeah, well, I dunno about you but the fact that there's nothing happening is making me think that they're planning something," I said seriously.
"They're zombies. They can barely walk, let alone plan something."
"That's what you think," I finally heard something. A soft rumbling in the distance, slowly getting louder.
"That doesn't sound too good," I said, trying to work out what it was. I worked it out alright, when I saw the blazing pillar of fire coming straight for us.
"Get under the water!" David yelled, grabbing the bomb and bringing it down with him.
"Aw, shit!" I dived underneath, just barely avoiding the intense gush of flame over our heads. I heard it zoom past us and dissipate, getting back out of the water. I saw that the source of the fire came from a flamethrower, in the hands of my old buddy, King.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the hell is that?" David said, backing off while readying his rifle. He fired a few shots, which just sunk into King like a rock into water. King didn't even flinch.
"You better run," I told him. "Leave me one of the bombs and I'll take care of this one. You get to the other one."
"You're going to fight that?" he asked incredulously.
"We've danced a few times before," I recalled our previous battles. "Don't worry, I can handle him. Just don't get yourself killed, I couldn't stand those two guys without you around."
He nodded and threw me the bomb he had prepared for this site. Everything was still set, apparently I just had to punch the pass code in. I tossed it under the water first, to protect it from King's flamethrower, and raised my rifle. I saw him as he was about to ready his flamethrower once more, and quickly took aim at the gas canister strapped underneath the gun. One shot later, King was in flames, groaning in agony. I ran at him, jumping up and pounding him upwards with a flying knee. He thumped onto the ceiling hard, and fell into the water, the flames starting to extinguish.
I thought I could go for the bomb and plant it and run, but King had grabbed my leg, yanking me to the ground. I hit the water hard, some of it going into my mouth. Gross. King got up, still holding onto my leg, and threw me into the side of the pipe, which hurt a lot. He threw me again, flinging me down the pipe. I crashed with a splash, starting to feel dizzy. I scrambled to my feet quickly, going tipsy turvy. As if I didn't think it was bad enough, I heard something behind me.
"Aw, shit. Shit, shit, shit."
Zombies were slowly limping towards me, lots of them. I'm talking a hundred or something, they practically filled up the pipe. On one side, King, the other, a zombie riot crowd. I looked around frantically for something, anything. My eyes then fell onto the bomb. I think I must've smiled evilly at this time. I had a plan.
I ran for the bomb, dropping my rifle and snatching the bomb into my hand. I ran towards King this time. He roared in fury, his mouth wide open, which is just what I needed. I jumped, throwing my arm back, then shoving the bomb right into his mouth. I jumped onto him, knocking him to the ground. I quickly punched in the code before getting off him, punching him in the face to stun him, then ran as fast as I could, as the timer was set to fifteen seconds. I ran a fair distance before a sudden jolt accompanied with an ear-shattering boom knocked me to the floor.
I could hear buildings toppling from topside. I grabbed my radio to report, but found that it had broken, probably in the impact from one of King's throws. I sighed and tossed it, heading for the nearest ladder and heading back to the surface. You don't realize just how good the air is up here than down there…Well, I guess not in Raccoon City, the stench of dead bodies is just as bad.
I heard another bomb blow in another part of the town. I decided that it would be a good place to head for now. I had to meet up with the others. That is, if they're still alive.
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: This took me some time, I know, but I've been busy, so yeah. Sorry.