Chapter Four
Walking along the front corridor that he was aiming down, Sarge left the other four behind. His customized AK-47 was in his hand, the laser dot sight giving enough light to illuminate the hallways that surrounded the corridor he was going down. Sweat was covering his face, his body tensed, his mind racing with thoughts and wondering if he'd ever see this Super Alma while he was alone. Drumming his fingers against the side of his gun, he found what looked like the engine room and walked inside, shining the light against everything. Hitting a figure, he shined the flashlight once more at it and slowly walked forward, holding his breath before standing behind whatever the figure was.
"Sir or ma'am, if you are able to reply, I am Sarge of Bad Company and I am here to rescue you and bring you back home to Earth." Sarge said as he walked around the figure. His laser dot sight trailed along the curves of what seemed like a scythe of bone and muscle connected to the figure. Quickly running out of the engine room, he nailed a huge figure and fell down on his ass. Looking up, he stared in the face of the hugest creature he has ever seen while being alone.
It was about eight feet tall and muscular; its body looking like it was born from the inside out. Picking up his gun, Sarge quickly fired three bullets into the creature, seeing no affect happen. Letting out a deep cry, Sarge had no choice but to run inside the engine room and towards the creature that was in there as well. Noticing the creature that was in the engine room gone, Sarge decided to kill the Brute by using whatever he can find. Picking up a nail gun, Sarge turned around, aimed at the brute that was charging at him, and unleashed a storm of glowing blue bullets, screaming with each one until the brute fell, shaking the room.
Stepping over the brute, Sarge carried the nail gun with him, his AK-47 strapped to his back for the time being. After thirty minutes of walking down the same corridor, Sarge decided to see if any of the rooms led somewhere. Going into a room, he placed the nail gun down and unstrapped his AK-47, turning on the laser sight to light up the room. What met his eyes was unbearable: bodies were hanging from the ceiling, each one dripping with blood while slowly being burned. Feeling the presence of someone behind him, Sarge turned around and looked into the face of a beautiful female adult. Dropping his gun, he walked towards the female and slowly reached his hand out to touch the female's flawless skin…