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Overrun
Agent watched as the infected stumbled past below them. Beside him, Sheva silently checked the ammo in her pistol. Agent silently drew his M1911, crouching on the grate and looking around. To the right was a vent, and the left had a wall. Agent tapped Sheva on the shoulder, making her look and pointed at the vent. She nodded, and he made his way to the vent, pulling on it gently, feeling it slowly give. Finally, it slipped out of the hole and he carefully moved it to the side, setting it on top of two pipes overhead. Sheva crawled over behind him and he silently and slowly crept into the vent, glad that it was big enough that he could kneel inside of it. He silently crept through it in a crouch, basically duckwalking, and Sheva followed him.
Things were going pretty smoothly. They had found a hallway on the first floor under the train that had had a dozen and a half zombies and had climbed onto a hanging catwalk above the hallway to escape. Now, they were sneaking through the air shaft to avoid even more. As they crept along, Agent glanced back at Sheva, seeing her check behind them. He turned back to the front, stopping at a grate in the bottom and looked down, seeing that it was clear. He carefully gripped it, pushing it down out of the hole, then lifting it up into the grate and leaning down, looking around carefully. Below him was a small office. He slowly lowered himself into the room and turned back to the hole, catching Sheva as she dropped down, setting her on her feet.
"Looks like it's going to be tricky to get to the control room after all," Sheva said.
"We'll make it," Agent said, opening the door slightly and peeking out of it before closing it silently and walking to the computer, sitting down and turning it on.
"Anything good?" Sheva asked, leaning on the seat back behind him.
"Maybe," Agent said, lifting the keyboard and finding a sticky note with the password.
He typed it in and the screen opened, a naked blonde appearing on the screen. His eye twitched and he opened the system settings to block it, then stopped, seeing the computer's owner listed as "Agent." He began to search through the computer's files, finding nothing massively incriminating beyond several types of porn, some of them more disturbing than others. However, when he went to the computer's email's trash section, he found a single one. He opened it and scanned it.
"What the..." Agent breathed.
"What?" Sheva asked.
"This email's talking about...something called the Purge," Agent said.
"The movie?" Sheva asked.
"No," Agent said. "It said that the 'tools of the Purge' are almost ready. It also references several files on the main computer."
"Then I guess it's settled," Sheva said.
"Yeah," Agent said. "Now the question is, how do we get there without being eaten alive?"
"Vents?" Sheva asked.
"We could," Agent said. "That doesn't sound like much fun, though."
"See if the computer has a floor plan," Sheva said.
Agent began to search and finally found one. Sheva plugged in a PDA and downloaded the map before allowing Agent to shut the computer off. Once he had, Agent stood, and walked to the door, peeking out again.
"What's the map say?" Agent asked.
"So, good news, or bad news, first?" Sheva asked.
"Let's start with good news," Agent said, closing the door.
"There's an elevator that leads to the control room," Sheva said. "And the bad news?"
"It's not in this facility," Sheva said.
"Excuse me?" Agent asked.
Sheva turned the PDA toward him and he stared at it. They were in a facility that looked like it was stack of pancakes that was smaller than the one before it, and also upside down, sort of reminding him of a hive. He could see the elevator shaft they had entered through, one which there was no legitimate way they could return through. Especially since the control room was listed in a completely different facility. Their hive facility was part of a massive underground complex. Form the entrance elevator, they had followed one of three subways to the hive. Except, the other two went to completely different facilities, all spread for miles around. Their facility was lower than the base of the mountain already, so there was no part exposed to the outside except the mansion, and one other access point listed as "locked." One of the other subway tunnels went to a large cube of a facility. The other went to a massive semi-sphere set up like a dome. All three had a tunnel leading from the bottom floor to a massive, fat, short, cylindrical facility probably a quarter mile wide and with God knows how many rooms and infected inside of it. Then, there was an elevator leading down out of that facility to a second hive-like facility. And from the bottom of that facility was an elevator reaching to a small cube labeled "control." The only other way out of the control room was a long tunnel that extended up the extremely massive distance to the access point that was apparently locked.
"What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?" Agent breathed. "How do we go from one level to the next?"
"There's a stairway linking them," Sheva said.
"Jesus," Agent sighed. "How many levels in this one?"
"Eight," Sheva said.
Agent groaned and unslung his rifle, setting it aside with his RONII. "Fuck this shit then."
He pulled his helmet and mask off, setting the helmet on the desk before taking his vest off as well, setting it down. A moment later, his jacket and cloth face mask followed. He sighed, kneeling and pulling the shoulder guards, groin protector, and neck guard off of his vest, making it as light as he could get it. He put the gas mask in its carrier on the side of the vest and glanced up at Sheva, finding her staring at him.
"What?" he asked.
"Uh, you're a blond," Sheva said, turning away. "I wasn't expecting that."
He smiled, brushing his sweaty, messy, blond hair back and to the right, getting it some semblance of under control before pulling the vest back on and securing it, picking up his RONII and rifle.
"Ready?" Agent asked.
Sheva nodded and he opened the door, glancing at her. She nodded to the left and he turned, heading that way, Sheva following. After about ten minutes of following the map, and finding no infected, they reached a door with a picture of stairs on it and Agent opened the door. The moment he did, he swore leaping backward as a chainsaw crashed into the door, quickly shredding through it. Agent scrambled to his feet, backing away quickly as Sheva did the same, both staring at the infected chasing them. It had a head that looked like the odd browning substance making up its body had been twisted together into a head, and its right hand had been turned into what looked like a ribcage, complete with a flashing heart-shaped growth inside of it and a chainsaw blade extending from the ribcage. It roared loudly, staggering toward them, chainsaw held in the air and Sheva and Agent opened fire, their bullets slamming into the thing's body and head with no obvious effect. Agent shots its knees out, but it continued. His eyes flicked to the flashing thing and he turned, putting a handful of rounds through it and the thing dropped into a squat, chainsaw along the ground. They both ran forward instantly, Agent slamming his kneepad into the side of its head and knocking it over before leaping over it, reaching the stairs just behind Sheva as a roar and the sound of a chainsaw revving up reached them from behind.
"Run!" Agent said.
Sheva didn't hesitate, running down the winding staircase two or three steps at a time. Agent did even better, stepping off the top, the middle step, and then ramming into the wall at the bottom and repeating on the next section. As he reached the bottom and Sheva began to try to open the locked door, Agent leaned over the railing, looking up the stairwell to see infected running down the stairway in a massive horde. He flipped his rifle to auto and opened fire, dropping them rapidly, but doing nothing to slow them down.
"Sheva, hurry up!" Agent said.
"I'm trying!" Sheva said. "It's locked!"
"Just shoot it!" Agent said.
"We won't be able to close it behind us!" Sheva said.
The infected reached the level directly above them and Agent turned, shooting the latch out and throwing the door open, shoving Sheva through.
"Run, now!" Agent said, stepping through and pulling the door closed, spraying through the opening until his gun ran dry before turning, dropping the mag and slamming a new one in.
As he sent the bolt home, he turned, running backward and firing again, the horde flooding after him dropping rapidly, if not dying. Finally, that mag rand dry too and he spun around, swapping them in time for Sheva to throw a door off tot he side open. He sprinted through it, skidding to a stop in a small computer room as Sheva slammed the door closed. He grabbed the nearest heavy object he could find and threw it down in front of the door, Sheva backing away just as something slammed into it, rocking it on is hinges.
"Damn!" Agent swore, looking up. "Vent!" He ran over, kneeling below it and Sheva stepped up on his shoulder, ripping the vent out of the ceiling and pulling herself up.
"I don't think you'll fit in this one!" Sheva said, having to worm her way backward over the hole because of there not being enough room to actually turn around.
Agent stared up at the hole before laughing humorlessly and taking his vest off, setting it down and setting the remaining mags on top of it. "See if you can draw them away!"
Sheva nodded, quickly worming her way away from the hole as Agent grabbed several of the desks, wedging them against the door, leaving an opening about a foot wide at the handle but leaving the rest of the door blocked too heavily to break inward right away, though the barricade would most definitely not hold. Then, he knelt by his vest again, picking up his rifle and aiming at the door. Then, the open spot exploded off of the door, leaving a hole, and Agent opened fire.
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