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Fleeing
Agent fired a burst through the opening in the door and his rifle clicked. He laughed humorlessly and threw the mag aside, slamming in his last one. The isn't how he had thought it'd end.
"I want to be in the field," Agent said in a mocking voice, firing through the opening just as something massive hit the door, knocking the top of the barricade away in one blow and bending the top of the door inward. "It's all I've ever wanted to do. It'll be a great time. I'll see a lot of zombies. Kill them all. Have tons of fun. What a fucking joke."
He had been firing between each statement, and just as he finished, a massive hammer crashed into the door, bending it inward until half of the middle hinge was broken off and infected were starting to scramble over it. He began to spray, the infected being blasted off of the door as fast as they were climbing. Then, just as his rifle clicked again, bullets began to tear into the infected from off to the side. They all spun, leaving the door, except for the creature with the chainsaw and an Executioner Majini, the one responsible for bending the door.
Agent grabbed his M1911, firing into the Executioner's head. The Executioner roared, swinging its hammer and slamming it into the other creature, flattening it against the door, finally knocking the door out of the way. Before it could step in, however, Jake leapt into view, slamming a punch into the Executioner's head, sending it crashing to the ground. Then, he dropped to a knee on the executioner's chest, slamming his fist into its head again and again. Agent watched the display before the Executioner began to melt and Jake stood, stepping away from it and dusting his hands off, blood coating his right fist.
"What...the hell are you?" Agent asked.
"One of a kind," Jake grinned. "Now let's go. Your partner's worried sick. By the way, you looked a lot cooler with the mask on."
Agent rolled his eyes, following Jake out of the room and down the hallway. The infected had all been slaughtered and lined the hallways, most still in the process of melting. As they reached a corner, they stopped, finding Stone and Sherry leaning against a wall and Sheva tending to a wound on Stone's side.
"Are you alright?" Agent asked.
"He got scratched by a Licker," Sherry said. "It's only a matter of time."
Agent nodded as Sheva finished bandaging his wound then turned to Agent, hugging him.
"I'm sorry," Sheva said. "I got them as fast as I could."
"It's fine," Agent said. "I'm not hurt."
Sheva nodded, stepping back and pulling out the PDA. "The next stairway is this way."
"Wait, you're going down?" Sherry asked. "You can't. You won't survive down there."
"He don't have a choice," Agent said. "Jake, how exactly did you get over here?"
"I dunno," Jake shrugged. "I went to the bottom of this weird area, found Sherry and Stone, and then we hightailed it away from a bunch of infected. Eventually we got here."
"You just..." Agent stared at the map, scanning the route he'd have had to take. "Jake, that's nearly seven miles."
Jake looked at the map and shook his head, pointing to the tunnels connecting the facilities to the lower part. "There's a tram in these tunnels. But it's open and there are infected in the tunnels."
Agent nodded. "We need to get to the main computer. It's important."
"Great," Jake sighed. "Alright. It's back this way. But be ready. There's a lot of...well, we'll be swarmed a lot."
"We're just going to sprint to the tram," Agent said. "If we have to fight, we will, but we're going to try not to."
Jake nodded. They turned, running through the hallways, following Sheva's directions. After the third corner, they found the first of the infected. Jake took off, reaching them in moments and slamming into them like a semi, flattening a handful before clotheslining two. The next made a decent attempt to bite his throat out but Sherry dropped to a knee, putting a bullet between its eyes. Agent stepped past Jake a moment later, knife in hand, and began to slash infected rapidly, not enough to kill them but enough to get the others past him. Once the last of them were past, he took off after them, putting his knife away. The stairwell was about three more corners and one more group of infected away, Sheva and Agent dropping this group with their pistols as they neared it.
Agent threw the stairwell door open and the others ran inside, Agent slamming the door closed behind him just before infected crashed into it. He ran down the stairs several at a time after the others, catching up in time to throw himself through the door before it closed. This hallway was trashed, gashes marring the walls every so often, cracks on the ceiling and floor, and when they went around the first corner they found an entire air duct had been ripped out of the ceiling. Agent sighed.
"Is there a way around?"
"I think so," Sheva said, studying the PDA, zooming in on their floor so the individual rooms would show up. "Yes. There's a large open room back down that hallway that loops around to the stairs."
The others nodded and they ran toward it. After a couple of minutes, they burst through the door of the large open room, finding themselves at the end of a catwalk reaching over a large round area about ten feet down and thirty across. Agent looked around and motioned for the others to go first. Jake sprinted across confidently, barely seeming to register that the catwalk was only a foot wide. Sherry and Sheva were a bit more careful.
Agent sighed, drawing his 1911 and walking out onto the catwalk, moving quickly and refusing to look away from the other end. However, just as he got halfway, the catwalk suddenly shook and a roar echoed behind him. He spun, finding the same creature with the chainsaw as before standing on the other end.
"This creep!?" Jake shouted. "Run Agent!"
Before he could even consider complying, the creature slammed its chainsaw into the end of the catwalk, cutting through it instantly and dropping Agent to the ground below. Agent groaned, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up, grabbing his pistol and spinning as the creature dropped to the ground.
"You're really annoying, you know that?" Agent growled, raising the pistol. "How many times do we have to kill you?"
He opened fire, the creature roaring and charging toward him, chainsaw held over itself. Above Agent, Jake, Sherry, and Sheva opened fire as well. Agent turned, running around the area he was in, firing until his pistol was empty and swapping the mag. The creature stumbled after him, swinging its chainsaw around like a bat. A very, very deadly and painful bat. Agent again turned, running around the creature before sprinting at the wall below Sheva and the others, jumping and stepping off of it, Jake catching his hand and yanking him up instantly. Then, Jake tossed a hand grenade off the ledge and they all sprinted through the door just ahead of the explosion. Agent looked back as the grenade went off and saw the creature be thrown into the air, crashing down on the platform they had just vacated.
"Oh what are the fucking chances!" He growled, the four of them running away from the creature again as it began to cut its way through the door. "The fuck is that chainsaw made of?"
"Don't know, don't care," Jake said. "Just run!"
They rounded a corner and found themselves running toward several infected with a mostly human appearance but a half-dozen eyes on their upper faces.
"J'avo!" Jake shouted, he and Sherry opening fire, the J'avo taking several shots before their bodies began to bulge. "Shoot them!"
"Busy!" Agent said, currently facing backward and emptying his 1911 and P99 both into the creature with the chainsaw.
Just as the creature fell to one knee, a tentacle wrapped around Agent, yanking him backward past the others.
"Agent!" Sheva shouted.
"A little help please!" Agent shouted, the tentacle waving him around in the air above the J'avo, one of which had the tentacle extending from his shoulder.
Jake sprinted forward, ducking under another J'avo's sharpened, insect-looking arm and drilled a punch into his face, its head literally exploding apart. Then, he reached the one holding Agent and grabbed the tentacle, ripping it apart. Agent fell, driving his knife into one of the two remaining J'avo's heads before raising his RONII, shooting the last remaining one in the head several times. Jake smashed his heel into the head of the one he had been fighting, destroying it and Agent sighed as Sheva and Sherry ran over, Sheva handing him his pistols. He swapped both mags, his 1911 down to its last one, then holstered the P99 just as the thing with the chainsaw stood again.
"Oh for the love of...how do we kill this thing?" Agent asked.
"Got a helicopter propeller handy?" Jake asked.
"Oh yeah, just let me pull it out of my utility belt," Agent said.
"Well, that's how we killed it last time," Jake said.
Just then, the ground below the creature exploded upward, a massive behemoth with a mask over its lower face, skin grafted over one eye, and a massive mechanical arm appearing out of the hole, the creature in its arm. It crushed it, the creature's blood splattering over the new creature as it stared at Jake.
"Ustanak!" Sherry screamed.
"Now what?" Agent asked.
"Run like hell!" Jake shouted, sprinting away.
Agent and the others followed, hearing the behemoth's deafening footfalls closing in rapidly. They hurled themselves around any corners they came too before reaching the stairs. Jake rammed his shoulder into it, hurling it off of its hinges before leaping down the stairs, skipping them all. Sherry followed suit so Sheva and Agent did as well. Then, just as they left the door from that stairwell, the Ustanak exploded down through the roof of that level.
"This way!" Sheva shouted, turning and running away from it.
The others followed instantly and they sprinted through the hallways, the thing following them. Their only saving grace was that it didn't turn well. Finally, they reached the door to the next staircase and Jake again rammed it open, only for the Ustanak to slam its arm into Agent and Sheva, launching them through the door into Sherry and Jake. All four fell down the center of the stairwell.
"We're gonna die!" Agent shouted.
"Think positive!" Sheva said.
"We're gonna die quickly!" Agent shouted.
Before they could land, however, an Executioner Majini smashed its way into the stairwell, all four crashing down on it, knocking it to the ground. They had survived, but they definitely hurt. Agent rolled onto his back, aiming his 1911 at it only for Jake to grab its hammer and spin, planting the axe on the back into its face, killing it. Jake hauled Agent to his feet while Sherry helped Sheva up and the all sprinted into the next floor.
"Did anyone notice we lost Captain Stone a couple floors ago?" Agent asked.
"He's probably dead," Jake said, none slowing, even though Sheva looked to be fighting back tears. "If not, he will be soon. He was infected."
"We don't know-" Agent began but Sheva interrupted him.
"No," Sheva said. "They're right. He's probably dead. Even if not from the infection, the zombies on whatever floor he was one would have caught him by now. This is how the job goes. If shit hits the fan and you fall behind, you die."
Agent nodded, glancing over his shoulder, grateful to not see the Ustanak. "How much further?"
"A few more floors," Sheva said. "At least, for this facility."
Agent and Sherry both groaned.
"We need to rest," Jake said. "We'll never be able to make it if we keep running like this."
"Jake, the Ustanak could get here any second," Sherry said.
"And if I have to fist fight that fucker again, I want to be rested for it," Jake said.
"I'm sorry, what now?" Agent asked. "You fist fought that thing?"
"Long story," Jake said. "My dad was a psycho who wanted to take over the world and infected himself with some experimental virus, so when I was born I had some of the enhancements."
"An experimental virus?" Agent asked.
"It's not important," Sherry said. "Basically Jake's stronger and faster than normal humans."
"Hey guys," Sheva said. "We can rest in here."
She was standing at the door to an office and they all walked in, closing the door behind them. Agent sat at the desk, lifting the computer's keyboard to check for a password before setting it back down and beginning to try to hack in.
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