Chapter Nine
Sarge and Issacce were aiming at each other, each one with a cold, dead stare in their eyes. Haggard was a few feet away, quiet while watching what was going on. Preston was on the ground, knocked cold out. Both Sweetwater and I walked forward, our guns aiming at Sarge and Issacce to be safe.
"Sarge, put down your-"I started to say before the slug creature came back. It wrapped itself around us, its head staring at both me and Sweetwater as a deep growl escaped it. It snapped everyone back into reality. Sarge quickly turned around and shot at the creature's body, the bullets bouncing off with little to no effect. Haggard fired a rocket at the creature and saw that even an explosive did nothing. Issacce took out his plasma cutter and shoot the creature's mouth, leaving a small scratch that caused the creature to scream in pain. Sweetwater was busy setting up a turret with the harpoon launcher I found while I shooting at the back of the creature's head. The creature soon ran off, leaving all of us in a state of confusion.
"What the hell was that?" Sarge asked, reloading his AK-47, walking towards both me and Sweetwater.
"It was a slug…" Haggard said, sitting down next to the knocked out Preston. "And it didn't look happy."
Then the slug creature returned around, but this time it wasn't alone. An army of necromorphs followed behind it, each one shrieking at each other. The slug creature roared at us and charged, the necromorphs following their boss's example.
"We are fucked…" Sweetwater said, and then time slowly came to a halt.