"What? Where am I?" Johnson awoke to find himself sprawled over a sarcophagus. "I better get out of here?" he thought. Just as he tried to get up, he looked to see the corpse of an elite, who had a great whole in its abdomen.
"Holy crap…" thought Johnson. "Now I really need to get out of here!"
Johnson struggled to his feet but just as he did so he fell back to the ground, "Oh my ass! My poor aching badass!" he couldn't get up, the pain in his bones hurt to much.
Johnson looked around and saw his pride and joy almost 5 feet away from him. "My sniper!" shouted Johnson. He tried to reach for it but just as he did his "poor badass" restricted him from movement. "Damnit!" he cried. He obviously couldn't reach for it with his hands. So he tried reaching for it with his leg, which didn't hurt as much.
His foot caught the butt end of the sniper, "Come to mama," he thought. He then was able to get hold with both legs, and then slid it toward him. "Yeah!" he shouted in joy, "Who's your mama now!" he shouted to no one in particular. Meanwhile, the best thing he could do now was wait for someone to come get him.
"To hell with that idea!" he thought. He tried getting up again but couldn't. He laid there for a while thinking for an idea. As he was thinking, he began to see a greenish object at the corner of his eye. His hand slowly gripped the trigger of the sniper. Then, he aimed and fired. However, when he looked in the scope he was surprised to fine nothing there.
He put the scope down, and saw only mark on the floor which the sniper made. Then he began to think, so he turned his head in the complete opposite direction of where he thought the target was. As he turned, he heard a slight slither behind him. "AHA!" he shouted, he turned and saw the most disgusting SOB which could of ever been spawned from hell(aka alien face huger). Without delay, he fired, the shot went straight through the creature and it fell on its back. "Here, have some more!" he shouted as he shot the rest clip into the creature's corpse.
The creature moved no longer, "HA! HA!" mocked Johnson, then he began to shout at nobody again, "Yeah that's right! I'm invincible! You can't touch me! You can try but the only thing close to touching would be just looking me in the eye before I blow you away!".
After having his moment, he then rested his head back on the sarcophagus. Then he remembered the true problem, "Oh, yeah," thought Johnson remembering. He sulked his head in discretion. With his head still sulked, he began to hear another slither noise. His eyes turned, "Not today!". He turned and saw another face huger jump for him, Johnson aimed his sniper. "Not today you slimy green bastard!" he pulled the trigger, and remember the one important thing. To RELOAD. Johnson's scream echoed all across the corridor.
"How's your vision Chief?" asked Cortana. "Its fine" he replied. "It's just wherever I turn it feels like we're about to run into to two marks floating in midair.
"Hmmm," thought Cortana. "What is it?" asked the Chief. "How do you think Johnson is doing?" she said. "I'm sure he's fine" he insured. "If he can take on the Flood, I'm sure a couple of aliens won't stop him."