Highschool of the dead: The British Outbreak
Chapter 5: The best of intentions
Fireteam Viking
Christleton outskirts
Approx. 8 miles from Chester safe zone
Z-day + 24
12:42
"We're hold up in an abandoned house just down the road from here."
"Did your family know you slipped out for a supply run?"
"... No."
"Ok then. Lead the way."
Fireteam Viking, lead by Callum, emerged from the hedge covered ditch that they'd spent the last half an hour slowly crawling through to evade the large number of infected that had emerged due to the noise of their gunfire.
They moved down the road, stepping softly to limit the amount of noise they made. They came to a wooden gate that interrupted the line of overgrown hedges. The sign on the gate read; 'Churchill House'. Callum opened the gate and they moved through it. On the inside was a court yard with an overgrown lawn and a gravel path that led to a 2 storie red brick house. There were no vehicles present but a washing line handing up with clothes drying in the light wind.
"This is it?" asked Jason.
"Yes." Said Callum. Jason was about to ask another question when the front door to the house opened. A tall, well built middle aged man with short blond hair appeared at the door. He wore an old leather Jacket, and held a double barrelled shotgun in one hand. He raised the shotgun.
"Callum!" He shouted. "Where have you been?! And who are they?!"
"Lower your weapon sir." Jason said. "We're British Army, we're not going to hurt you." The man's attitude suddenly changed from confrontational, to submissive.
"Look." He said, lowering his shotgun. "Take our food. Take whatever you want, just don't hurt my boy."
"We don't want anything." Said Jason, "And we're not going to hurt your boy. We just want to help you." The man was about to question Jason further, when there was a laboured groan of pain from inside the house. A small girl who couldn't have been older than 8 then appeared at the door.
"It's happening again father." She said. The man looked at her, and looked at Callum, then Jason finally, before running back inside. Callum followed and a moment later, after a requesting glance to Jason, Alex chased after them.
"Wait Alex!" called Jason, but it was too late, she was going in. "Damn it. Viking on me."
They sprinted forward, weapons at the ready. Alex disappeared through the door. Jason, Fred and Akio followed her in, hot on her heals. They moved into a hallway, and found Alex standing at the first door on the right.
"Private Vera! What is your problem..." Jason petered out as he looked into the room.
It was the farm house's old living room. There was a group of people in the middle; an old man, a teenage girl, a young boy and the young girl from before, Callum and his father. They were clustered around a heavily pregnant middle aged woman. She looked like she was in pain.
"It's alright honey, just breath it out..." The father was trying to sooth his wife.
"Easy for you to say!" she snarled back through gritted teeth.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Jason. Stepping into the room. Everyone looked up at him.
"She's experiencing false labour." Replied the elderly gentleman. "Who are you?"
"Corporal Jason Rees." He replied, "British Army, First Chester Militia Company. Is there anything we can do for her?"
"No." Replied the old man, "Unless you've got access to a hospital, she'll just need to ride it out. The problem will come when she needs to deliver the baby."
"If we can get her back to Chester," said Alex, "Then she can deliver in the hospital."
"Chester?" Queried the father. He looked at them as if they were crazy before looking back to his wife. "The city is overrun."
"No," replied Jason, "Not inside the city walls. As far as we can tell, we're all that's left. My team and I were sent out to find survivors like you and bring them back. From the looks of it, we found you just in time."
"How do we know this isn't a trick?" Demanded the father. "How do we know you don't want to steal or supplies?"
"If we wanted your supplies," cut in Akio, "We would have followed your son back here, waited till nightfall then snuck in and executed you all in the night and then..."Jason cut her off.
"Private Long, enough." He turned to face the family. "She has a point though. If we wanted anything you had we could have just taken it. Fortunately for you, we don't want to do that."
"Can you take us all?" asked a voice. It took everyone a moment to realize it was the mother who'd said it.
"Yes. We take everyone." Said Jason. "I assume you want to come?" The father looked at his wife, before looking back at Jason and nodding. Jason had his permission.
"Private Akio. Set watch from an upstairs room with an arc of fire covering the front gate. Private Vera, do what you can from a medical perspective. Private Hanson, get me command on the horn."
"Yes Corporal!"
Alex, Akio and Fred went to their tasks. Jason dropped down to by Fred as he set up his radio. Jason withdrew his map and map and worked out their grid reference. Fred handed him the mouth piece and Jason clicked the transmit stud.
"Hello Zero, this is Romeo-Tango-Viking. Radio Check, Over."
"Hello Romeo-Tango-Viking, this is Zero. Loud Clear. Over."
"Zero, this is Romeo-Tango-Viking, request immediate vehicle extraction from Grid 574249 for my team plus six survivors. Over."
There was a moment before the operator on the other end replied.
"Romeo-Tango-Viking, this is Zero. Umm, we are unable to provide extraction at this time. Suggest you return on foot. Over."
'The bloody hell?' thought Jason before he pressed the transmit stud again. "Zero, this is Romeo-Tango-Viking. Negative. Unable to extract on foot due to a number of survivors being none foot mobile. Repeat request for immediate vehicle extraction. Over."
The same reply came back with the same, regulated voice that military personnel referred to as the 'Huston control centre' voice... and it was really beginning to piss Jason off.
"Zero, this is Romeo-Tango-Viking. Negative unable to return on foot. I've got survivors including 2 children, and old man and a heavily pregnant woman who's experiencing false Labour. Now get me a bloody vehicle extraction! Over."
"Romeo-Tango-Viking, this is Zero. We are unable to extract at this time but will send vehicles as soon as they are available. Out."
After command hung up, Jason growled.
"That useless bureaucratic son of a..."
"Is help coming?" asked a voice. Jason sighed and looked at the little girl who had asked and her family.
"Yes," he said, "but not for a few hours. I suggest we pack our things and wait out. Unless any of the vehicles nearby are working, were going to have some time."
The family looked amongst themselves before they slowly started moving to pack their belongings. As they moved though, Jason couldn't help but notice that they were keeping to themselves. Jason shrugged it off as an after effect of being out here so long, and went to check on Akio in the lookout position.
14:00
After a lunch of ration packs and tea (something the adults of the now named Wilson family were very grateful for), Jason settled down in the farm houses living room to strip and clean his rifle.
After removing the magazine and clearing the weapon, he removed his cleaning kit and started field striping the rifle. As he oiled and scrubbed each of the working parts, he mumbled a quiet prayer to himself, a habit that he'd gotten into during his shooting course in America.
"This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must kill him before he kills me..."
"Wow. You have watched way too many war films." Said voice. Jason looked up from is work to see Akio leaning in the doorway smirking at him.
"Well," said Jason, "When your shooting instructor is a former US marine drill Sergeant you tend to get a few things drilled into you." Replied Jason. Akio frowned
"I thought the guy who ran the shooting course was an ex- Delta Force Colonel?" Jason smiled,
"He was." He said, "The other instructors were either ex-military or government agents. My rifle instructor was a retired Marine. He ingrained the rifleman's creed into me. As cheesy as it is, it's become a force of habit."
"Well I think it's cute." Said Akio. A prang of concern went through him.
"Akio..." Jason was about to launch into a talk about how she was in his charge, when Callum came into the living room.
"Dad." He said, panic in his voice. "They 're here."
There was a sudden stillness in the room, before the father rose to his feet from where he'd been sitting.
"O...Ok." he said, his voice shaking, "I... I'll go and talk to them."
"What's going on?" asked Jason. Mr. Wilson turned to the teenage soldier.
"They're a group of thugs we've been seeing in the area." He explained. "We give them half of our food and they leave us alone. We were trying to leave the area but, without a vehicle and with my wife..."
"I understand." Replied Jason, "What can we do to help?"
"Don't do anything!" Mr. Wilson sounded almost desperate. "Please. They're heavily armed and will do anything to get what they want. Please... I can talk them down, just... don't get involved."
Jason was unconvinced but agreed.
"Ok." He said. Mr. Wilson nodded before heading out into the hallway. Once he was out of ear shot, Jason nodded to Akio and keyed his team com;
"Viking, stand too." Jason reached for his rifle, only to find it was still in pieces. He keyed his com. "Alex, I need your rifle and ammo."
"On the way boss." She replied over the radio.
"I thought you said you weren't going to get involved!" cried Mrs. Wilson. At that point Alex arrived and handed over her L85 and its ammo to Jason.
"We're not," Replied Jason as he charged the rifle, "but I'm not going to let him go out there without some cover." He keyed his radio again;
"Fireteam Viking, set up covering Mr. Wilson, but stay out of sight. Fire only if I give the order. Fred, what do you see?"
"We've got 5 adult males, armed with axes, machete's and a sawn of shotgun. Looks like a bunch of gangbangers."
"Alright," said Jason over the radio. "Pick your targets; I got the shotgunner, only fire if I give the order."
Akio disappeared into the next room across the hall, taking up position at the window from within the heavy velvet curtain.
Jason set up his own rifle covering the meeting. Mr. Wilson greeted the gangbangers in the middle of the gravel car park. He could hear muffled conversation; the apparent leader was making wide sweeping motions with his arms, waving his machete around non-caringly. Mr. Wilson said something, and the leader turned around and hit him. Mr. Wilson had to be 30 years his attackers senior and was unarmed; he stood little to no chance in a fight.
Jason moved from his position at the window and stormed out the front door, he skidded to a halt outside, training his rifle on the leader.
"British Army!" He half shouted, half snarled. "Drop your weapons!"
For a moment there was silence. The gang members stared at Jason in surprise, not having expected a fully combat clad teenager complete with rifle to burst from the building and make demands of them. Jason stared back at the leader through his rifle's battle sights, trained on the man's chest.
They started laughing, hysterically, as if someone had just dropped the joke of the century. Jason cautiously advanced, placing himself alongside Mr. Wilson. He glanced down at him, Mr. Wilson has a bloody nose, but otherwise was no worse for wear.
"Kid..." said the leader, still coming down from his laughing fit, "Didn't no one tell you? There is no more army, there ain't no more Britian!"
"I beg to differ sir." Replied Jason, "Corporal Jason Rees. First Chester Militia Company, 2nd Platoon, Fireteam Viking. Now drop your weapons!"
The man was over his laughing fit but still highly amused. "You know kid. I don't think you're old enough to handle a gun like that. Johnny, take his gun."
'Johnny' stepped forward. He twirled a machete in one hand as he walked towards Jason casually. His gang comrades were laughing and joking amongst themselves.
In one smooth, emotionless motion, Jason pivoted to the left, trained his rifle on Johnny, and fired twice into the man's chest. The 5.56 NATO rounds tore straight through the man's heart, lung and ribcage. Tearing fragments of organ, tissue and bone out of his back in a dark, red mist. Johnny collapsed. He was dead before he hit the floor.
They stopped laughing and joking.
"That man." Said the leader coldly, "had a wife and daughter."
"You should have thought of that before sending him to take my weapon." Replied Jason, retraining his weapon on the leader. "You've got 2 choices; 1. Put down your weapons, return to Chester with us and become a normal citizen. Or 2. Leave now. We will not follow you or harm you. Your call."
The leader looked at Jason. Jason looked at him.
"Kid." He said, "You just made the last mistake of your life. We got a crew. We got guns. And we can fight a whole lot better than some punk as military wanna be."
"Maybe." Replied Jason, "but I got people to protect."
"Oh yeah, the Wilson family," said the Leader, he pointed to Mr. Wilson, who was still on the floor. "The problem is he owns me, protection insurance."
Jason glanced down at Mr. Wilson. He nodded.
"Doesn't matter." Replied Jason, he turned back to the leader. "They are under my protection now."
"Huh. We'll just see about that." Said the leader. "Let's go."
The leader and his 3 remaining gangbangers turned and headed away. As they left through the drive fence, shutting it behind them, Jason tapped Mr. Wilson on the shoulder, the signal for him to get back inside. The man got up and retreated, while Jason back paced slowly, rifle trained on the gate and ready to fire. Once at the door, he wheeled inside and locked it.
"Well that went well." He said as he followed Mr. Wilson into the living room where his family was waiting for him.
"Do you know what you've just done?!" asked Mr. Wilson, he was panicking.
"Probably saved your life." Said Jason. He then shrugged, and maybe started a war."
"They will kill us if they get the chance." Cautioned Mrs. Wilson.
"Well then they won't get the chance." Promised Jason, he keyed his radio. "I'm guessing you guys saw all that?"
"Affirmative." Replied Akio.
"Well then," said Jason, "It looks like we better get ready. Fred, you take my HK and go on overwatch, and see if you can get a rush on that evac. Akio, help me set up some defensive positions. Alex, see if you can find us a way out of here if this goes tits up. Mr. Wilson, I suggest you and your family pack up your absolute necessities and find out who's prepared to fight."
"We can't run! My wife is..." Jason cut him off.
"Then I suggest you gather all the spare ammo you've got for that shotgun and get ready."
...
Jason grunted as he moved the sofa over to block to barricade the front door. Once he was satisfied that the impromptu barricade was in place, he returned to his firing point in the front living room.
The preparations for the gang attack had been going on for the last 2 hours. While the Wilson family had been packing, Viking had been erecting barricades at the windows and doorways, distributing extra ammunition, topping off magazines and generally making ready for a fire fight. Satisfied that his position was as set as it could be, Jason relaxed briefly.
In the room was Mr. Wilson senior and Mrs. Wilson. As the 2 who were least mobile, the activity had almost been a bubble around them.
"Mr and Mrs Wilson," began Jason, "I think it would be better if you moved into one of the back rooms. They should provide a little more protection if they come back with heavy weapons."
"Do you think It'll come to that?" asked Mrs. Wilson who was visibly frightened. Probably at the thought of maybe having to deliver her baby with a firefight going off around her.
"I hope it won't come to that ma'am." Replied Jason, "But we best be prepared if it does." He turned to Mr. Wilson senior.
"Sir, did you do national service in your younger years?"
"Yes." He nodded, "Royal Army Medical Corps, tour of duty in Cyprus." Jason nodded. He removed his Glock from its holster and offered it to him.
"Do you remember your way around one of these?" Mr. Wilson took the Glock, it dipped a bit in his frail hand.
"I trained on a Webley nearly 60 years ago." Mr. Wilson replied. Jason took the Glock back and cocked it before handing it back.
"Similar idea." Said Jason, "Safety's here, magazine release here. Here's a spare mag. Point and shoot."
"Contact." Said Fred over the radio. They all knew what that ment. Mr Wilson Senior started to carefully move himself and Mrs. Wilson into the back room, while Jason swiftly took up his position.
"All Viking call signs report status." Ordered Jason as he set up his rifle.
"Viking 2 in position and ready." Said Akio.
"Viking 3 in position and ready." Reported Fred.
"Viking 4 in position and ready." Said Alex.
"Solid copy." Replied Jason. "Any hurry on that Evac Fred?"
"Negative."
"Alright then. Fire on my command. Let's give 'em hell."
Jason settled behind his rifle and stared through the SUSAT sight. There were about 12 of them, all decked out if police riot gear. Only a few were carrying guns, the rest were armed with an array of kitchen knives, fire axes and riot shields.
"Pick your targets. Prepare to fire."
Jason sighted on a gang member. He was carrying a sporting shotgun. He was about to squeeze the trigger when he realized something. His weapon wasn't shouldered, he was carrying it at ease. Something was up... Movement at the corner of his scope.
He looked down, one of them was at his knee, his weapon raised... grenade launcher!
"EVERYONE DOWN!"Jason ducked down behind his barricade just as the grenadier fired. A metal cylinder, not much larger than a can of coke, broke through the glass window and landed on the rug in front of Jason. Jason looked at, expecting it to explode and shred him with shrapnel.
It didn't.
Instead, it started releasing pressurised steam.
"GAS! GAS! GAS!"
Jason reached into the utility pouch on his left thigh. He hurriedly pulled out his gasmask and put it on, pulling the securing straps as tight as they'd go. He was all of a sudden really happy the CO had made them bring gas masks to wear when they were handling corpses. His mask secure, he got behind his rifle again and started firing as the room filled with a cloud of tear gas.
Ka-Pow! Ka-Pow! Ka-Pow! One gang member collapsed. Jason could hear the other rifles on his team discharging. He counted the staccato shots on one L85, and the deeper shots of the HK 417 with Fred. That ment either Alex, or Akio wasn't shooting. Were they dead? Struggling to breath because of the tear gas? Dead?
Jason removed the thoughts of his potentially dying teammates from his head and started firing again. By now the gang members were starting to rush forwards, each with wearing a riot mask or something covering their face. Jason prioritized the one's with hand to hand weapons.
"Try to aim for joints or a flat surface." Said Jason into the radio, "you'll have better chance of defeating their armour."
Someone clicked their transmit stud twice, someone heard.
He kept firing.
There was a crash at the door, the sound of splitting wood. Someone was trying to get through the door. Jason grabbed his rifle and abandoned his firing point, he skidded into the hallway as a axe blade cut through the door, sending splinters flying everywhere. Jason flipped his rifle to full auto.
He cut loose a concentrated burst through the door. The door splintered as the bullets cut through it. A man screamed on the other side and the beating stopped, the ace still in the doorway.
Click!
Jason ejected his empty magazine and was just pulling a fresh one from his webbing when the window smashed. Jason looked over to see a figure getting up having jumped through the window. Jason spun his rifle around and pulled the trigger... click!
The man rushed at Jason, axe in hand. He raised it above his head and brought it down towards him. Jason raised his rifle to intercept, blocking the axe but damaging his rifle. He threw it aside with the axe still in it. The attacker dived on Jason, forcing him to the floor and started clawing at his gas mask. Jason reached for his Glock, but found no purchase in the vacant holster.
The attacker then succeeded in ripping off Jason's mask. His eyes started running and his through felt like it was on fire shortly after. His victim stunned, the attacker then wrapped his hands around Jason's throat, trying to strangle him. Still feeling for his sidearm, Jason found purchase on what was next to it, his knife. He pulled it free and immediately jammed it into his attackers neck and wrenched it sidewise. His attacker's grip lost pressure, and Jason threw him aside.
No longer being strangled, Jason started to feel the effects of the tear gas in Ernest. His eyes were streaming, his throat felt like it was on fire and his skin burned. Through squinted eyes, he felt around for his mask. Once he found it he put it back on, limiting the effects of the gas to the damage that had already been done to him. As his vision began to clear, he found his knife and removed it from the attacker's neck. He whipped the blood off on his sleeve before retrieving his rifle.
After levering the axe out of the metalwork, he was amazed to find that, while rail system had been heavily damaged, it seemed to have saved the barrel and working parts. He pulled out a fresh magazine and reloaded. Once that was done he resettled his knife into its sheath and moved back through to his firing position.
He arrived at the shattered window and pointed the weapon outside to scan for targets, but there were none. He thought for a moment, before he realized they may have gone for the back door. He abandoned his firing position and headed for the back door. The door to the kitchen, in which the back door was located, was closed, probably by Mr. Wilson senior to limit the spread of the tear gas.
Jason came at it at a run, not slowing down as he kicked the door in off its hinges. Even through squinting burning eyes, he took in the scene in an instant; 3 hostiles lay dead either in the rear doorway or just inside. Mr. Wilson Senior and Mrs. Wilson were balled over, overcome by the effects of the tear gas. There were spent nine millimetre shell casings on the floor. Mr. Wilson had put up a fight, but they had no protection from the gas...
"Come on!" called Jason, moving to assist the stricken civilians. "We need to get out of this gas!"
Jason grabbed Mr. And Mrs Wilson by the arms and pulled them to their feet. Jason wrapped his left arm around Mrs. Wilson and supported her as they slowly moved forward towards the door. Once they were clear of the building, Jason could feel the build up of mucus and urge to vomit, another effect from the gas.
He removed his mask and vomited, snot and bile streaming from his mouth and nose as he doubled over. Just as he was getting a control of himself... a figure came around the corner of the house... with a machete...
Jason tried to bring his rifle to bear on target, but between the effects of the tear gas and helping Mrs. Wilson, there was no way that he'd get the bastard in time. The man charged at them...
BOOM!
The man collapsed over on his side, most of his chest blown open.
Mr. Wilson came around the corner, shotgun smoking and kids in tow. He had a look of horror on his face, Jason knew it well, the first kill face.
"Mr. Wilson!" Jason shouted, snapping him back to reality before he could breakdown. "Take your family and get in the back garden. I got to go back for my team. If they ain't wearing camo, shoot em."
"I'm out of shells though." Replied Mr. Wilson as he took his wife from Jason. Jason sighed and handed him his rifle.
"Safety here, point and shoot."He said as he replaced his mask and headed back inside. The building was still thick with a cloud of tear gas. Visibility was limited, especially with the gas mask on. Jason rushed upstairs, he'd put his team on the top floor. He'd hoped that it would have protected them from the initial assault, now he hoped it protected them from the gas attack.
He pounded up the stairs and burst into the front room, before he could do anything, someone kicked him against the wall. He saw a hand moving in with a knife, it was fast. He grabbed it and locked it in place, he looked his attacker in the eye.
It was Akio.
"Sorry Corporal." She said as she moved the knife away and let him go. "Thought you were someone else."
Jason surveyed the room, it was a mess; broken windows, spent bullet casings, a spend tear gas canister... a mess. Then Jason saw Fred.
Alex was in the corner, giving Fred an injection of morphine.
"He hit?" asked Jason.
"He took a peppering from a shotgun that ricocheted. He got hit in the back and in the ass." Replied Alex, "He'll do for now, but he'll need the hospital in Chester to get them out."
"Right. Time to call for back up." said Jason. He moved to where Fred had put down his radio.
"What makes you think they're going to send help this time?" asked Akio.
"Oh they will." Promised Jason. He picked up the radio.
"Hello zero, this is Romeo Tango Viking. We're under attack from a heavily armed group of survivors armed with police riot gear, shotguns, blades and tear gas. We and the civilians we're protecting have been gassed. We have wounded, request immediate medivac. Over!"
There was a detectable pause...
"Romeo Tango Viking. If you're going to come up with a lie to cut your patrol short, at least make it a better one than that... OWW!"
The radio went quiet for a moment, then Squadron Leader, now Major Marsden came on the radio.
"Viking," he said, "did you say you've been gassed? Confirm over."
"Confirmed Zero," replied Jason, "The bastards are using tear gas and we've been exposed."
"Roger Viking. Reinforcements and medivac on route."
"Roger Zero. Tell 'em to come in shooting. Out."
Jason was just releasing the pressure on the transmit stud when A bottle came through the window. It smashed on the floor, and suddenly flaming liquid spewed across the floor and what was made of the curtains caught fire.
"They're using Molotov's!" shouted Jason. "Everyone out! NOW!" Jason dropped the mic and grabbed Fred and his kit. Chucking him over his shoulder and carrying him out fireman style with Akio and Alex following with the weapons and kit.
"The Wilsons are in the back garden shed. We need to get them and clear the area for evac."
"Easier said than done." replied Alex.
"Aww come on," said Akio, "I thought you loved a challenge."
"Yeah," she replied, "A challenge I can do!"
"Alright." Said Jason. "I'm gonna put Fred with the Wilson's. We will engage the enemies with everything we've got left."
They continued out back, Akio covering them as Alex and Fred moved toward the garden shed. They left Fred with the Wilsons and reclaimed Jason's rifle, they were going to need all the firepower they could get. Each armed with an L85, they stacked up against the side of the house.
"Everyone ready?" The 2 girls nodded. "Ok then. Let's go."
They emerged from round the corner and started firing. There were still a few of them in the front, throwing Molotov's at the house. Jason and Akio charged forward while Alex held back. Jason picked a target and ran towards him. He brought around a sporting shotgun, Jason sidestepped to the left just before the man fired and the pattern missed. Jason dove around him, wrapping an arm around the man's neck and violently twisting his victim's skull upward.
The man died with a POP as his spinal cord was disconnected from his skull. Jason let him go as another man dived at him, armed with a machete. Jason jumped back, and fired into the man as he did. The man caught a burst of 5.56 bullets through his chest from the side.
Then he went down.
Jason didn't feel the blow that knocked him out. All he felt as he came to was a thundering ache in the back of his head, and all he saw was the sight of the man standing over him with the axe... before he's chest exploded and Akio dived on him, rifle in one hand, knife over her head in the other.
Akio was by his side a moment later, covered with blood. She was saying something, her lips were moving and she was looking at him, but Jason couldn't hear any of it. She removed his gas mask, making it easier for him to breath. The last thing he saw was an army Land Rover skidding through the gate, and Sergeant Sale jumping and rushing towards them...
Then everything went black.
Hi there :)
Hope you enjoyed this chapter, its my first time writing an extended fight scene like this, let me know if I got it right.
Chapter 6 is in the works and I have many nefarious things planned... (insert evil laugh here)
but seriously guys, I hope you enjoyed it and please drop a review, favorite and follow if you feel so inclined, and have a good day
Jangocommando27