Chapter 4: A Fighting Chance
Rob had spent three years in military training. He was no stranger to weaponry.
"Yeah, I do." said Rob, taking the gun.
"I'm a lover not a fighter." Pete said.
"You'll be fine." assured the soldier. "Take the safety off, point, and shoot."
"Wait, what do we need these for?" Rob asked the soldier "I thought we were safe here."
"That's what I thought to, until we got word that those damn things were heading our direction." explained the soldier. "There is a chemical bunker not too far from here. It'll keep us safe. That's where we're headed. Meet me at the parking lot in an hour."
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Rob threw the strap to the gun over his shoulder and walked out into the parking lot with Peter. There, five humvees were parked, and injured people were being put into them.
"That's the last of them, Mark." The soldier called behind him as he walked towards Rob and Pete.
"Alright, let's get this show on the road. I'll round up everyone else and arm them. You guys stand watch. If you see anything, give me a shout." The soldier turned, and went inside.
"You check the ground, I'll climb up that water tower to get a better view." suggested Rob.
"Are you daft? That thing is at least 30 meters tall!" Peter objected, but Rob was already running towards it.
"Bloody idiot." He moaned, and turned to guard the ground.
Rob climbed slowly; grabbing every pipe he came across, and lifted himself up. He was almost to the guard rail now. He grabbed the mesh handrail, and flung himself over onto the walkway circling the water tank.
From here he could see the city. It was completely ablaze. That's when he noticed them. At least five dragons were heading this way.
"Holy shit" he muttered.
"Peter! Tell everyone there are dragons!" he yelled to the ground. Pete saw them to. He ran inside to tell the troops.
Rob didn't know what to do. There wasn't enough time to climb back down, and a fall from this height would surely kill him. As foolish as it was, he had to distract the dragons. He ran along the walkway, firing round after round from the automatic rifle. The bullets tore at the wing webbing of one dragon, making its flight path erratic. Rob dove to the ground as a blast of flames hit the tank behind him. The thick metal covering of the tank was melting away. It was only a matter of time before it blew a hole.
He fired at the head of a circling dragon, making it shriek in pain. I dove inward and smashed into the tank, breaking its neck. Rob had just enough time to dive out of the way as a blast of water blew the dead body off the railing. The corpse slammed into another dragon, causing it to lose balance. Rob, knelt and pumped a hose of bullets into the beast's tattered wings. It cleared the armory, and slammed into the ground behind it. Now, the soldiers were out side, firing at the dragons to. An RPG streaked through the air, and clipped one monster's wing, blowing it clean off. The beast let out a shriek and plummeted to the ground.
"Rob, get off of there!" Pete pointed behind him. Rob ducked down as a dragon blew over him, narrowly avoiding eating him. He fired off a burst of rounds into the dragon's thick hide. It flinched, and came back around.
Without thinking, Rob dove over the railing and off of the water tower. He spun around in mid dive, and fired of his remaining round of ammo into the dragon's hide. Rob hit the roof of the building hard on his back, knocking the very breath from him. The dragon careened into the side of the building, taking the roof with it. Rob jumped to his feet, and ran across the rooftop, chunks of it exploding behind him. He ducked down and covered his head as half of the building sunk in.
"We have to make this quick." said one of the soldiers. "Find a truck and hop in."
They boarded the lead humvee and took off down the road.