(Author's note: writing chapter six was...different. It was written in different bursts of short writing, whenever I remembered and dared to work on it. I hope to restore my normal writing process in this chapter. I planned on introducing the new character in this chapter, but decided against it for now. Perhaps he's shelved...perhaps not. I don't plan far ahead when writing Now, on to the chapter!)
(Author's second note; I've been looking back at what made the previous set of chapters so good, and I realize that the chapter before this one lacked real combat. I personally think I'm best at writing combat scenes and rather mediocre at describing things. Anyhow, the story continues, and as they say, don't split the partey)
Sniper had planned out the route they would be taking, and meticulously explained it to the Engineer and the Medic. The Sniper had tried to convince the engineer to leave one of his heavy toolboxes behind In contrast to yesterday all three were completely silent. The Engineer was deep in thoughts over his current situation and if he really could trust the RED Sniper.
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He knew that the BLU Sniper was one of the most trustworthy teammates he had (even if he kept himself as far away from the action as was possible), not to mention, the most down to earth member of BLU. The Engineer knew how close his RED counterpart was to his personality and skills, and that that counted for the rest of the RED team as well. From that notion he assumed that he would be able to trust the Sniper. But how can you trust someone that has killed you time after time? Suddenly an old Texan saying popped up in his head. " If you are attacked by a bear, even communists are allowed to help ya"." Indeed, the creatures that were threatening them were enough of a threat to enable teamwork with his enemies. They were the only people he talked to in days, and he'd rather work with his enemies then be alone.
The Engineer idly turned around the corner, completely oblivious to the fact that the Sniper and Medic had stopped walking a while ago. The Engineer was knocked out of his thoughts by what was in front of him.
A giant truck had crashed into one of the outer perimeter fences, had toppled over. Oil was leaking from the side of the vehicle. But that wasn't the worst thing. The Engineer couldn't even count how many of the creatures were standing in front of him. Multiple of them turned to face him. One of them started to moan, drawing the horde's attention to the engineer.
"I'll be damned." The Engineer dropped his toolbox, turned around, and ran past the Sniper and the Medic. "C'mon fellas!"
The Sniper took a peek around the corner. The Engineer's blue toolbox had dropped open and was rapidly unpacking into a level 3 sentry. A giant group of zombies were moving past it, heading their way. As soon as the sentry was complete in setting up it opened fire. It was mowing down the zombies ahead of it, but multiple zombies made it past the Sentry and started chasing the Sniper and the Medic.
The Medic dropped the toolbox he was carrying, and reloaded his revolver. Halfway through one of the zombies had already reached him. It reached it's arms out and spread it's jaw as far as it could. The Medic delivered a fierce kick to the creature's stomach to knock it over. Before it had gotten back up the Medic had finished reloading and turned the creature's head into a red mist. The Sniper pulled the Medic back "We've got to retreat, Doc! I'll cover you!"
"Ja!" The medic fired a few shots at the oncoming horde, taking down a few of the creatures. He turned around, attempting to reload while moving.
The Sniper already had depleted a few clips of SMG ammo, but it did not seem to faze any of them.
The background noise of the sentry barrage died down, signaling that the Sentry had run out of ammunition. A loud roar echoed across the field.
"Not good."
"Hey, saw-bones! Over here!" The Engineer was hiding inside a half collapsed building. He had quickly constructed a barricade of junk to hold back any of the creatures long enough for him to escape. He called out to the Medic.
"Where's the Sniper?"
"He said he vould cover me." The Medic barely made it over the barricade without injuring himself on one of the spiky poles attached to it. "I zink zat he vill be here soon."
"There he is!" The Engineer pointed at the far end of the field. The Sniper was running at top speed, being chased by a ton of zombies. He ran past the Engineer's hiding place. The Engineer wanted to yell, but the Medic put his hand on the Engineer's mouth. "Ve cant hold zem all of."
The Engineer turned around "Shouldn't we be helping him?"
"1 dead, or 3 dead. Vhat do you want?" The Medic glared at him.
"How did you two even start to work together? You can't just drop him like that."
"Yes I can!" The medic raised his voice "He is ze one vit ze zombies behind him! Und he's RED, ve don't need no RED's!"
"Shut up." The Engineer said, restrained. The Medic could suddenly hear the moaning outside. Multiple zombies were trying, so far unsuccessfully, to cross over the barricade.
"Verdammt!" The Medic looked around "Ve're trapped."
"Not completely." The Engineer pointed at a manhole in the middle of the floor. "What kind of idiot builds a damn manhole in the middle of a house?"
"Stop asking, start climbing!" The Medic leaped forward and opened the manhole, revealing a metal staircase that ended in darkness. The hole was barely big enough to be climbed through and it oozed with a disgusting odor far worse then anything the undead had every produced
"Anyzing is better zen dying." The Medic started to climb down, slowly disappearing into the darkness.
The Engineer examined his barricade. It wouldn't be long before it crumbled under the pressure of the creatures outside. It had held up so far, but the Engineer was sure it would not last much longer. He started to climb down, pulling the lid back into place.