Destination: Houston
Shit. Of course there are road checkpoints. Why wouldn't FEMA have fucking checkpoints on all major roads? I cracked my neck to loosen the stiffness that had set in during the drive. It made a satisfying crackle as the ligaments and joints shifted places. I grabbed my blood-stained rifle and began to load it with the shitty 7mm bullets I was given.
An amplified authoritarian voice came into my hearing from outside, "This is not an allowed vehicle for civilian use. Come out now with your hands up, or we will force you out. Either way is fine by us!"
The convoy pulled to a complete stop. Everyone around me was ready for the plan that Pike had established during the ride. It was a clever one, I must admit. I cocked and readied my weapon for the surprise attack. This wouldn't last long.
General Pike signaled for the doors to be opened. As they did so, he signaled for me to ready the door on the top of the vehicle. Our movements were smooth, efficient and quiet. He signaled for the men to exit and each one did so. They came out arms into the air and lay onto the ground side by side as ordered.
Their weapons were placed onto the pavement showing their submission. Once everyone was in their surrendered position, Pike nodded to me to begin. With one quick motion, the hatch was raised and my gun was already aimed on the first target. Like a demon from hell, I unleashed my ammo upon the unsuspecting FEMA bastards.
Bullets bounced off of vests and helmets, but the vast majority entered the soft unprotected areas. Suddenly I ducked back into the car as my opponents acted swiftly in return fire. Bullets whispered words of death above my head. When I retreated, the men along with Pike had reclaimed their weapons and began to finish where I had left off.
I leaped out of the convoy and shifted my way along the line of men ass I had done so many times during my marine days. God, why so many memories? I pulled out my semi-automatic pistol and worked my way into the small toll office next to the now bloody road.
Inside, I took the first opponent by his neck and rode the gun into his sternum. I fired three or four shots to ensure his cooperation in him being my meat-shield. I placed the barrel to his head and fired rounds into the remaining two officers from his head. Tactical marine shit, right. Well fuck that, I'm not marine anymore.
I grabbed some FEMA guns, ammo, and gear from the booth and loaded them into the convoy. Now we could disguise ourselves during the next checkpoint. Personally, I don't see why we just don't fight every single one of them from here to Dallas. But it makes it easier for the pussies to handle.
Once back inside the truck, we moved on down the road. The closer we got to the city-areas, the worse the images became. I could see smoke blanketing the sky in the distance with filthy black arms of death. Houses were burnt and torn from the inside out from riots and gangs. Streets flowed with the blood of the innocent. Signs of "Apocalypse now" and "Fuck FEMA" were spray-painted on playgrounds and elementary schools.
I thought it really added flavor to this fucked up world. I was surprised by the creativity despite the misery. I was a tad bit tickled, even. After a full day of travel, we found ourselves in grand ol' fucking Arlington, Texas. One of the few places I had actually heard about. A gang town. A place where FEMA didn't have its dick stuck in. According to Pike we were going to camp out in a little hotel just inside the city. Of course, it just happened to be crawling with a drug-addicted, psychotic killer gang. Well at least tonight won't be a boring one.
"Well boys, here we are. Welcome to your luxury resort!" he remarked, "There's one problem….it's filled with rowdy guests who wont let us sleep tonight. So if you want to get some rest, go kick some ass!"
The squad roared with blood thirst and for once, I joined in. This would actually be fun. I won't even need my rifle for this. I pulled out my knife and pistol we emptied out of the vehicle. We slowly approached the lobby door and with the signal, I kicked the door down. Let's begin some fucking carnage.
The squad rolled into the dimly lit roach hotel. Guns loaded we looked for the gang. Nothing….god damnit. Wait, suddenly a door to our side burst open into a splinter of wood chips. A hoard of rotten, infested drug addicts bled in like ants to a picnic. This was the society as we knew it.
I began firing at each target. They jumped at me from each direction. They were soon flies as they dropped before me. I turned each direction with a quick shot to each one. Then more began to surround me. My knife and pistol duo took control in a gory tango.
BANG! Slash! Crack! BANG!
Suddenly a huge tattooed fucker came at my side with a baseball bat; I turned ever so slightly into his body where his bat was out of hitting distance. Instantaneously I stuck my knife into his arm and placed a bullet into his methed-out head. Good riddance.
While he fell, I grabbed the bat. Teamed with my gun, I smashed in a woman's skull who was at my side. Her head made a satisfying crunch as it made contact with her temple. I then pivoted behind me to meet a thug behind me committed to a gun battle with a squad member.
Thump.
Not no more. I soon found myself in the pool area, I don't know how exactly. Within seconds I had two men on each side of me. Running off of pure instinct, I dropped the bat and my body returned to its marine combat days. I took the arm of one gang member, twisting it behind him. In doing so, I had already shot the other point blank in between the eyes.
I turned into the man whom I had full control of and placed a rib-shattering kick into his center. He became a tower and crumbled over into the pool. I made sure he did not return to the surface. Now that was fun.
Soon, there were few enemies left to kill. The one who were smart enough, took their weapons and retreated to the dark recesses of the hotel. We can always find them later if need be. I, along with the rest of the team, sat on the lobby floor. Fuck, I'm actually a little tired.
"Damn, '115! Where'd you learn to fight like that?" asked one man
"Can you teach me that sweet ass kick?" another asked.
Pike moved into the group and sat down, "Alright men, let's leave the residential bad-ass alone, huh? Damn, I'm forty-two fucking years too old for this shit."
His face was sweaty and a cut bled from the side of his forehead. His black hair had peeking streaks of gray beginning to show. For his age, he wasn't that bad a fighter either. I sense he used to be a soldier in his time as well. Even if that was in Vietnam. He gave me an experienced nod and laid down.
After the dead bodies were thrown in the supply closet, we sat up camp. We laid out our bags to sleep in. I haven't had that kind of a thrill in a long time. For a moment, I actually almost forgot who I had become in these last few months. I'm not going to get close to these guys, hell I might even have to kill them if I need to, but they weren't all that bad.