11-04-2014, 12:38 PM
They moved quietly down the halls until they came to the large room that Ricky had designated. The place was eerily quiet. Too quiet. There was no question that the rougs knew they were being stalked and had taken to hiding.
Hiding in a place that they lived. Every corner, every alcove was a potential place for ambush. Ricky held on to his guns. His aim had been true. But.... "Hey Skippy!"
she whispered. "Just hold onto the fucking guns next time! This isn't a movie!"
Despite her words, she was smiling. He was showing off. She even appreciated it. He was having fun. Right up until he found himself face to face with a roug and his gun was being batted out of the air. Show offs died quickly or were real lucky. So far, he had been lucky.
Occasionally she heard the clatter of stone or a pop or creak of timber. The wall that ran along the north east had born the brunt of the explosions and the new lack of support at the end where the ante-chamber they'd blown had been was now being felt along the wall and ceiling. The sounds got louder and more frequent. They needed to get away from this wall.
Carefully but quickly, they made their way to the church or whatever that large building was called. With her on point they made their way in. Most of the pews were splintered ruins. Dust and rubble covered the floor but foot prints and cleaner paths indicated up near the alter or whatever was where they needed. It didn't sit right with her. This was a perfect place for ambush. The confessionals to the side were dilapidated and falling apart but they provided enough cover for something hiding.
Ricky signaled a question- Ambush?- to her and she rolled her eyes and was about to nod to the fallen structure near him when suddenly two rougs were on him. He moved fast, for which she was glad because Ricky was in the way of her shooting them down.
He looked to her expectantly. She signaled to him to stop. More creaks and moans from the wall drew her attention. Another sound from near the alter came to her- living sounds. The entrance to the room below was right there. Six or seven left and they'd be entering blind one at a time.
She pulled out a flashbang and they moved quietly to the stairs. After a moment, she pulled out another one. The whole room could be filled with rougs and she didn't know how much room they'd have to fight. The vics were likely there too but taking out the rougs was priority. And they moved fast. She looked at Ricky and held them up so he could clearly see them and know what the plan was.
She took a deep breath, flipped down her land-warriors to pierce the debris and held up her gun after loading a fresh clip. The pressed the activation and tossed them down the stairs and waited for the telltale bang and smoke. It was loud but through the floors, there was very little vibration.
At the first explosion, they ran down the stairs, guns at the ready, the acrid smell of smoke filling her nostrils and smoke. She picked up four heat signatures but they weren't moving toward them. They could be vics or rougs. Part of her just wanted to put them down and make an end to it. Ricky was there, though. He might not understand.
He was smart enough to be covering the stairs and the corners of the room while she carefully advanced on the bodies. The dust and smoke cleared and blood and bones were visibly scattered throughout the room's wreckage- some of the pews from above had been brought down here and used as furniture though they were scattered haphazardly in the room as if they had been thrown down here. She kept her eyes on the four bodies.
She saw three young hispanic girls with hair in disarray and clothing nothing but rags. Two of them had hair that looked thick and matted on one side. The third was a bit cleaner but all of them had a feral terror in their eyes. The fourth was a male bound to one of the pews. Both of his legs were merely stumps, crudely tourniquetted to prevent bleeding out. But next to him were two more bodies. Remains of them, actually. Mostly a torso and a few limbs. She wasn't sure if one of them was the other brother she'd been tracking. It didn't really matter. They were dead anyway.
Upstairs, she could still hear the cracking and popping. They needed to go before the wall collapsed. "Come on!"
she hissed at the girls. "Let's get out of here!"
The girls were frozen so she grabbed the nearest one and pulled at her. The girls all screamed and the sound echoed around the stone walls. She didn't have time for this. She got behind them and shoved them out toward the stairs. There wasn't much she could do for the man.
She then got in front of them and nodded to Ricky to herd them. Carefully she made her way up the stairs, taking deep breaths and focusing, getting into her zone. As she neared the top, she threw another flashbang out. At the explosion, she rushed up. She saw movement in front of her through the smoke and she fired without thinking and less than a second later, more movement and a shot. She rolled to the side and felt the rocks and splinters through her shirt and armor. They would be coming to where the shots had come from.
She was in her frenzy now, her blood rushing through her, feeling as well as hearing and seeing movement. She wanted blood. She felt that craving. They fed on humans, on their fear and despair and terror. They thought themselves the hunters and them the prey. Her mouth pulled back into the widest and most wicked smile. They would learn. She wanted pain. She wanted fear. She wanted suffering. They had awakened a human nightmare.
She dropped her gun and pulled out her blade and rushed the oncoming roug. It saw her and its eyes widened in suprise. She gave it no time as she dropped to a knee and slashed at its legs. Her hand shivered with the thchunk into the thing's shin and she twisted. The thing screamed even as she wrenched her blade free and sliced deeply into its side. Even as she went for the killing stroke she was bowled over by another roug, a rotting smell of decay on its breath, teeth yellowed and red, eyes mottled sickly yellow. It bit into her arm and the pinch of it was terrible, though the armor's sleeve kept the skin from breaking. She swiped the little blade from her pants and flipped it open and stabbed it in the back of the neck even as it tried to bite her face.
It spasmed and blood spurted on her as she pushed the thing off her. She saw the bloody trail of the one she'd wounded head down another hall. Ricky had his head up with the girls next to him, their fear now palpable. "Get them out of here! I'll get that one!"
She wanted this one. Wanted some time. She rushed after it down the hall. He was the tenth.
Hiding in a place that they lived. Every corner, every alcove was a potential place for ambush. Ricky held on to his guns. His aim had been true. But.... "Hey Skippy!"
she whispered. "Just hold onto the fucking guns next time! This isn't a movie!"
Despite her words, she was smiling. He was showing off. She even appreciated it. He was having fun. Right up until he found himself face to face with a roug and his gun was being batted out of the air. Show offs died quickly or were real lucky. So far, he had been lucky.
Occasionally she heard the clatter of stone or a pop or creak of timber. The wall that ran along the north east had born the brunt of the explosions and the new lack of support at the end where the ante-chamber they'd blown had been was now being felt along the wall and ceiling. The sounds got louder and more frequent. They needed to get away from this wall.
Carefully but quickly, they made their way to the church or whatever that large building was called. With her on point they made their way in. Most of the pews were splintered ruins. Dust and rubble covered the floor but foot prints and cleaner paths indicated up near the alter or whatever was where they needed. It didn't sit right with her. This was a perfect place for ambush. The confessionals to the side were dilapidated and falling apart but they provided enough cover for something hiding.
Ricky signaled a question- Ambush?- to her and she rolled her eyes and was about to nod to the fallen structure near him when suddenly two rougs were on him. He moved fast, for which she was glad because Ricky was in the way of her shooting them down.
He looked to her expectantly. She signaled to him to stop. More creaks and moans from the wall drew her attention. Another sound from near the alter came to her- living sounds. The entrance to the room below was right there. Six or seven left and they'd be entering blind one at a time.
She pulled out a flashbang and they moved quietly to the stairs. After a moment, she pulled out another one. The whole room could be filled with rougs and she didn't know how much room they'd have to fight. The vics were likely there too but taking out the rougs was priority. And they moved fast. She looked at Ricky and held them up so he could clearly see them and know what the plan was.
She took a deep breath, flipped down her land-warriors to pierce the debris and held up her gun after loading a fresh clip. The pressed the activation and tossed them down the stairs and waited for the telltale bang and smoke. It was loud but through the floors, there was very little vibration.
At the first explosion, they ran down the stairs, guns at the ready, the acrid smell of smoke filling her nostrils and smoke. She picked up four heat signatures but they weren't moving toward them. They could be vics or rougs. Part of her just wanted to put them down and make an end to it. Ricky was there, though. He might not understand.
He was smart enough to be covering the stairs and the corners of the room while she carefully advanced on the bodies. The dust and smoke cleared and blood and bones were visibly scattered throughout the room's wreckage- some of the pews from above had been brought down here and used as furniture though they were scattered haphazardly in the room as if they had been thrown down here. She kept her eyes on the four bodies.
She saw three young hispanic girls with hair in disarray and clothing nothing but rags. Two of them had hair that looked thick and matted on one side. The third was a bit cleaner but all of them had a feral terror in their eyes. The fourth was a male bound to one of the pews. Both of his legs were merely stumps, crudely tourniquetted to prevent bleeding out. But next to him were two more bodies. Remains of them, actually. Mostly a torso and a few limbs. She wasn't sure if one of them was the other brother she'd been tracking. It didn't really matter. They were dead anyway.
Upstairs, she could still hear the cracking and popping. They needed to go before the wall collapsed. "Come on!"
she hissed at the girls. "Let's get out of here!"
The girls were frozen so she grabbed the nearest one and pulled at her. The girls all screamed and the sound echoed around the stone walls. She didn't have time for this. She got behind them and shoved them out toward the stairs. There wasn't much she could do for the man.
She then got in front of them and nodded to Ricky to herd them. Carefully she made her way up the stairs, taking deep breaths and focusing, getting into her zone. As she neared the top, she threw another flashbang out. At the explosion, she rushed up. She saw movement in front of her through the smoke and she fired without thinking and less than a second later, more movement and a shot. She rolled to the side and felt the rocks and splinters through her shirt and armor. They would be coming to where the shots had come from.
She was in her frenzy now, her blood rushing through her, feeling as well as hearing and seeing movement. She wanted blood. She felt that craving. They fed on humans, on their fear and despair and terror. They thought themselves the hunters and them the prey. Her mouth pulled back into the widest and most wicked smile. They would learn. She wanted pain. She wanted fear. She wanted suffering. They had awakened a human nightmare.
She dropped her gun and pulled out her blade and rushed the oncoming roug. It saw her and its eyes widened in suprise. She gave it no time as she dropped to a knee and slashed at its legs. Her hand shivered with the thchunk into the thing's shin and she twisted. The thing screamed even as she wrenched her blade free and sliced deeply into its side. Even as she went for the killing stroke she was bowled over by another roug, a rotting smell of decay on its breath, teeth yellowed and red, eyes mottled sickly yellow. It bit into her arm and the pinch of it was terrible, though the armor's sleeve kept the skin from breaking. She swiped the little blade from her pants and flipped it open and stabbed it in the back of the neck even as it tried to bite her face.
It spasmed and blood spurted on her as she pushed the thing off her. She saw the bloody trail of the one she'd wounded head down another hall. Ricky had his head up with the girls next to him, their fear now palpable. "Get them out of here! I'll get that one!"
She wanted this one. Wanted some time. She rushed after it down the hall. He was the tenth.