The Apocalypse: Day Of Reckoning: Chapter Five
Okay, here it is, the fifth installment of the second apocalypse >.=.> I know it took awhile, but I've been kinda bored with writing lately and was having trouble getting around to it if you know what I mean... Enjoy... hopefully.
The Apocalypse: Day Of Reckoning: Chapter Five.
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3:06 PM.
"Ah, damn this rain, I can't see shit!" Swift cursed the storm for making his job that much more difficult, and while he'd been lucky enough to avoid several groups of zombies due to this rain, it wasn't making things any easier. He kept to the sidewalk, crouched down to; using the cars parked on the road to cover his left side while he used the buildings to cover his right, his G36 held up and at the ready, but he hadn't needed it. The ocelot hadn't spotted a single enemy trooper since they'd retreated from the ambush, but he wasn't about to let his guard down, not for a second. His gaze flicked upwards to a street sign as he passed "13th Street and M Street... whoever came up with these names had no imagination whatsoever..." Grimacing, he realized he'd gone too far, he was now past the area that they had encountered that group of soldiers, and he didn't expect that Zach and James would move towards the ones that had been trying to kill them... no, he didn't think even the residents of DC were that stupid... at least, he hoped they weren't. Shrugging mentally, he made a right onto M Street, keeping low all the while; hoping that whoever had attacked them earlier had left the area. He would occasionally spot a lone zombie here and there, but his current position and the pouring rain made it easy to avoid them, plus considering how slow they were, he didn't have much to worry about. Unfortunately, Swift finally ran into a snag after a few more minutes of trekking down the street "Is nothing ever easy?" He thought, stopping the second he spotted a pair of zombies in his path. They were unfortunately shambling in the same direction he was moving, and now he had a choice to make... take the chance of dispatching them, possibly alerting more zombies... or should he just try to find another way around? Swift opted for the first choice and slipped what looked like a thin combat knife from his vest. The weapon however had a rather large hilt, and as he pulled it out, the ocelot pressed a small button on the pummel... the blade immediately crackled with electricity, but not loud enough to be heard. Swift had come up with the design for this weapon himself and he actually looked forward to testing it in the field... of course, if it didn't work, he had the safety disengaged on his MP5 and was ready to bolt should the electro knife not work. He kept low, closing the last few feet between himself and the zombies, the pouring rain masking his footsteps and even his breathing, along with washing away his scent. One more step... and there it was... The ocelot sliced his blade through the zombie's neck on the left, sending over three million volts into its spinal cord and brain. Luckily, the weapon had been designed with quite a few safety features, so despite the fact the ocelot was soaking wet, the weapon's safeties and the fact he wore boots with rubber soles kept him from taking the shock from his own weapon. Even the short slash across the zombie's neck was enough to drop the undead to the ground, the creature's muscles still undergoing spasm after muscle spasm. The second zombie turned just as the crackle of electricity sounded, a moan echoing from the creature's throat as it reached towards the ocelot. This zombie was none the luckier however, as the second it turned around Swift brutally stabbed the electro knife into the creature's eye as viciously as possible, giving the blade a hard twist as he hilted it in the zombie's skull. The undead immediately dropped to the ground, twitching insanely as Swift yanked the blade out and deactivated it with a smirk "I think I like this thing..." Still grinning, he replaced the knife back to the sheath on his armor and sighed in satisfaction as a small red light flickered on, indicating that the blade's battery was recharging. He really had to remember to thank the ones who supplied him and his team with the armor and weapons they possessed, even the SF or NS didn't get stuff like this, it was top notch in every sense of the word. He scanned the area quickly, pulling out his sidearm, A Glock 19 with a built in silencer, opting to leave his G36 in the holster strapped to his back. If he had to deal with anymore zombies, Swift really didn't feel like getting up close again, it was just too risky, even with the downpour covering his smell and sound. Just as he pulled the Glock from the holster at his waist, the sound of footsteps reached his ears, coming from the alley to his right. He whirled, pistol aimed at the source of the sound. His eyes widened in surprise and he nearly dropped the Glock as he recognized one of his team, mainly Josh as he practically stumbled out of the alley, holding his side "What the hell happened to you?" Hell, he didn't really expect an answer and the question was asked on instinct more than anything else. Swift could guess what had happened, but at least he didn't see any teeth marks in the bobcat, so at least there was one good thing he could look at as he ran forward to catch his comrade before he tumbled to the ground.
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"Ambush..." Was all Josh whispered as he fell into the ocelot's arms.
Swift nodded knowingly, holding the bobcat gently as his eyes scanned the surrounding area, searching for further threats, zombies, enemy soldiers, anything that could make Josh's one word come to fruition. Satisfied that the only immediate threat was the slight possibility that one of the undead roaming the street would notice the two figures, he leaned the bobcat against one the vehicles parked on the side of the road carefully, unsure of the severity of his wounds "Hold on, I'll get this fixed right up" He immediately pulled out a small first aid kit, stressing the word small as it was only the size of a 12oz soda can, but it would do. Antiseptic, needles, horse hair thread, everything that might be needed in a combat situation was tightly packed in the small kit, light enough to carry easily without sacrificing the tools needed for the average or above average injury. The ocelot went about the usual procedure; quickly unpacking the first aid kit, pulling out the tools he figured would be necessary for what he assumed was a gunshot wound "This should dull the pain a bit..." He pulled a small hypo from the case, checking the label first... morphine, only thirty CCs, but he could always administer more should the need arise. He lifted the bobcat's paw away from his chest, his eyes drifting over the area "Huh?" Swift barely had time to register what he was staring at before he was suddenly staring down the muzzle of Josh's favorite sidearm, a custom Walther P38, but it wasn't actually the gun his gaze was focused on, but the bobcat's helmet. He couldn't see the eyes, but he knew what was going on under that helmet, and it made his blood boil "You fucking son of a" The slight twitch of the bobcat's index finger on the trigger was all Swift needed to know that he had been double crossed. His left arm immediately shot out like a bolt of lightning through the pouring rain, latching onto the bobcat's wrist and pushing the gun's muzzle away from his face just as Josh squeezed the trigger. The weapon had a small built in silencer, so instead of a loud retort all that came from the gun was a soft pop, the round impacting into a car a few feet away ended up making more noise than the P38 being fired. He immediately felt Josh's arm twist expertly, easily breaking his hold before bringing the P38 up again while at the same time the bobcat quickly stepped back to try and avoid having the weapon grabbed or pushed away again. While Josh was fast and quite skilled, Swift was just a bit faster, and in one... er... swift motion, he deftly pulled the knife from the sheath on his chest and threw the blade directly at Josh's neck, depressing the small button that activated the electro blade. The knife crackled to life the second it left his grip, and while Josh was still in the process of raising his gun, the knife slammed into his neck with a dull thud, immediately sending over three million volts coursing through the bobcat's body... or so he thought. To his horror, not only did Josh continue his previous action, but he barely slowed down, even while the knife crackled, the only response that it had any affect was the occasional twitch from the bobcat, occasional being the operative word.
"Not too bright, eh, Joseph!" Josh laughed darkly, or attempted to, the sound came out more as a gurgle than anything else, but to Swift's astonishment, the bobcat quickly yanked the knife out of his neck with his free hand while keeping the P38 leveled at Swift "I really thought you better than that, Joseph!"
"Hm... No bad, but I have to ask, why are you doing this? I can take a guess, but you just had so much potential, why throw it all away?" Swift knew he was in deep shit right now, whatever Josh was, or whatever had been done to him, it had allowed the fucker to avoid being dropped after not only being stabbed in the throat but also having over three million volts course through his body... he might as well try to buy some time while he figured out how to get out of this... situation. He kept still, hoping that Josh would make the mistake of talking, for once they got talking, their guard was always lowered, but he focused mostly on the eyes. The eyes told all, and he kept them passive, adding just a hint of fear to his gaze, trying to pull the bobcat into the false sense that he had already won.
"I have my reasons, Joseph..." Josh kept his P38 leveled at the ocelot's head as he spoke, keeping a few feet of distance between the two "And if you haven't figured it out by now, I'm not some random guy that applied for a job with your division. The organization that has been infecting this and other cities around the world, or rather, a relatively unknown sub division of it hired me almost a year ago. Before I joined your government's little training program, I was a killer for hire, and a damned good one if I do say so myself..."
Swift listened to Josh talk, or at this point, ramble, keeping any hint of emotion off his face aside from a bit of fear. Perfect... obviously he wasn't as good as he said, but Swift couldn't be sure... he could be getting played right now, Josh probably suspected what was being attempted here, although he didn't seem to show it if he did.
"Anyways, now that I explained that little part and you know that I was never on your side and was simply doing a job, by the way, your training regime is pathetic... I guess I can finish this job now. Shame killing you wasn't in the job description, after that stab to the neck, I was really looking forward to it!" Josh lowered the weapon slightly, pulling the trigger.
Swift fell to the ground as the bullet slammed into his leg, shattering his kneecap from the impact, the layer of Kevlar was merely there to avoid penetration, and while it did its intended job, the fact that he had opted for speed rather than protection considering the mission ensured that while the bullet didn't penetrate, it still had more than enough blunt force to shatter bone. He grunted, biting his tongue to avoid screaming as pain flooded his mind while he writhed on the ground "Fucking asshole!" He practically screamed, growling.
"Why I'm not permitted to kill you, they never said anything about a bit of damage... Ah, that felt good!" Josh smirked, replacing the P38 to a holster at his waist as he stepped up to the ocelot and landed a kick to Swift's head, knocking him out cold before his head even snapped back "Bitch" Josh spat, laughing again.
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Ryan sighed as Sylvr somehow managed to swerve the hummer into yet another zombie, making the vehicle lurch a bit as the undead was torn to shreds under the knobby tires "You're enjoying this way too much, despite the fact we just lost our backup, a C-130, and a good amount of spare ammo" While the tiger didn't say it out loud, he had a few thoughts running through his mind at the moment, the first being that he figured this kind of attitude would get them both killed, the second... he kinda enjoyed the feel of undead flesh as it was crushed to a fine paste. He also wished Sylvr would turn that damned music off; it was going to have every zombie in DC on their location with how loud it was... "I knew I shouldn't have let you install those speakers..." He grumbled, sighing again.
Sylvr turned towards Ryan, grinning as he spun the wheel again, this time to avoid a row of overturned, and oddly enough, still smoking cars, but despite the fact that the hummer was top heavy the fox pulled every maneuver off almost flawlessly, only running over another two zombies "Damn... I wonder if that will put points on my license" The fox laughed heartily "Gotta enjoy the little things in life, Ryan, gotta enjoy the little things" He reached towards the radio and cranked up the volume to the max, blasting For Whom The Bell Tolls even louder than before as he gave the hummer a bit more gas, sending the vehicle rocketing through the streets in what could only be described as a suicide run "And the speakers are great, look at all the tourists they're attracting? Ah! There's another one" Another swerve and the hummer lurched again, mostly due to the speed as yet another zombie was torn to shreds under the hummer's tires "Heh, I love this city! Getting screwed on my taxes for so many years, it's nice to finally come visit the source... and then run the bastards over!"
"I'm really worried about you, Sylvr... you're not completely right in the head, if you know what I mean" Ryan knew this was foolish, but at the moment, he was kind of enjoying it himself. His adrenaline was pumping from the speed, a quick glance at the hummer's speedometer made him gulp though. Most Humvees or hummers of this size would have never been able to push this kind of speed from their factory engines, and it was at this point that Ryan was beginning to regret letting Sylvr tamper with the vehicle for so long before deployment. The vehicle was pushing a hundred down Independence Avenue, and the thought wasn't too comforting. Luckily, most of the cars were out of the road, apparently something big must have rolled through recently as the pavement was cracked in numerous places... either a tank or construction, either one made sense, although... if the road was clear and something like that had rolled through... then... where was the... "TANK!!!" Ryan screamed at the top of his lungs, mostly to be heard over the music as his eyes spotted the rolling behemoth a few hundred feet away.
Sylvr nodded immediately, slowing the hummer down "Hey! That's one of ours! Fuck yea! We finally got some real backup"
Ryan looked at Sylvr as if he were crazy when the fox kept his foot on the peddle "Are you insane? How can you tell if it is or isn't?" Ryan glanced back at the tank, unfortunately, this was a field he hadn't really spent much time studying in, guys in the medical department usually didn't. While he had gotten a bit more versed in weapons since the first zombie outbreak, tanks was definitely something he hadn't bothered with.
"Easy, it's an American tank, precisely the M1A1 Abrams. I'd know that design anywhere, and I'm sure on this case" Sylvr slowed down a bit more, turning down the volume as he neared the tank and honking his horn to get the driver's attention.
Ryan's eyes widened in horror as several black suited figures immediately scurried out from in front of the tank, but that really wasn't did it, nor was it the fact that they opened fire on the hummer the second they spotted the vehicle. What made his blood run cold was the tank's turret slowly turning towards the hummer... his heart nearly stopped as he gazed down the end of the 120mm cannon, even at about a hundred yards it was still an imposing sight to behold... and one he wasn't exactly thrilled to see either.
"Motherfuckingsonofacommunistwhore!" Sylvr shouted as bullets pelted the windshield, luckily he'd had the best bullet proof glass on the market put on this thing, not that it was truly bulletproof, and he knew damn well that it wouldn't take a fucking 120mm shell... and he was damned determined not to find out just how bullet resistant the glass was! Once more, he spun the wheel hard to the left, but this time it was to avoid something allot more dangerous than an undead freak! Still doing fifty MPH, the vehicle really lurched this time as its heavy frame took the turn much too fast. As the tires squealed and the left side of the hummer tilted into the air, the tank fired its main cannon. Sylvr's eyes widened for a split second in sheer surprise as the sound reached his ears, but he barely even had time to register the sound of the cannon firing before the shell tore through the back of the hummer. Ryan cursed, Sylvr shouted and cursed, and the hummer lurched like it had never lurched before as the 120mm shell tore through the vehicle's armor like a hot knife through butter, not only going through but crashing into the Botanic Garden right behind them, shattering glass and steel. Sylvr felt as if he were flying, well, not quite, but the feeling that came to mind as the hummer spun around like a tin can in a tornado was about the same
"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuu" Both Sylvr and Ryan shouted as the hummer spun around, flipping end over end as it hit another overturned car, bouncing once more as another shell impacted just a few meters away, pelting the careening vehicle with shrapnel. The pair hung on to anything that wasn't being torn apart, clinging for dear life to what was quickly turning into a piece of Swiss metal, despite the armor plating. Sylvr cursed, Ryan shouted, and all hell had already broken lose as the hummer careened into a tree, coming to a halt in a split second. The fox groaned, immediately undoing his seatbelt "Fuck! We have to get out of here and fast!"
Ryan groaned as well, luckily neither had been knocked out during the little joy ride, and aside from a few bruises, lacerations, and the fact that it seemed like the world was still spinning, at least he was fine. Judging by the speed that Sylvr was moving, he seemed fine as well... although... that speed or the hastiness thereof was anything but a comfort to the green tiger... "Do I even want to ask!?!" He said, quickly following suit as he undid his own seatbelt, or what was left of it. He started to try to sift through the debris in the vehicle, looking for a weapon or two, something to add to the sidearms the two carried, but Sylvr just finished undoing his seatbelt and kicked his door open with the haste of a rabbit caught in the middle of a ring of fire, not even bothering to grab any weapons of any kind.
"Forget them! We don't have time" He shouted, bolting across the Capitol building's lawn at a sprint.
Ryan glanced over at the tank right before he started to question Sylvr's actions and immediately realized the lumbering behemoth had rolled back into sight, and if the enemy was in your sights, you were sure as hell in theirs "Shit!" Ryan didn't even bother kicking open his own door and merely scurried out the window, and not a minute too soon. He followed Sylvr's lead, trying to keep the hummer in between them and the tank, and with good cause too, for the second he hit the ground the Abrams opened fire with its M2HB .50 caliber machine gun. Ryan dashed behind Sylvr, making a beeline for the Capitol building's front entrance, not even bothering to look back, everything he needed to know he could hear. Bullets pelted the overturned hummer as they ran, apparently no one had spotted the two getting out, either that, or the gunner simply hoped to land a lucky shot through the hummer... luckily for the two running from this onslaught, the gunner didn't get lucky, unfortunately, even as they darted up the stairs, both knew they weren't out of the meat grinder yet... hell, they weren't even out of the fire. Ryan watched Sylvr move to the door and turned around to gaze back at their pursuers, his eyes landing on the tank just as Sylvr cursed the door for being locked at a time like this. The next thing he knew, he felt something slam into him, but it wasn't a bullet, no, Sylvr had just tackled the tiger, and not a moment too soon. Ryan felt a rush of air pass him and suddenly a section of wall behind him exploded outward in a shower of debris. Dust clouded his vision as chunks of mortar, wood, and other residue from what used to be the Capitol building's front entrance rained down around him, Sylvr was dragging him up bodily before his ears even stopped ringing. At this point, he heard rather than saw a number of bullets pelting the area around the two, some he could tell right off were from the Abram's .50 caliber turret simply by the holes they left in the stonework around him... the others were definitely smaller, but he didn't have the time to figure out what was being shot at him, not like it mattered anyways... a bullet to the brain was a bullet to the brain and he didn't give a shit whether it was a .22 caliber or a .50 caliber... it would leave him missing a crucial part of his body. As he felt another tug on his vest, this time he didn't slow down to ask questions and immediately turned, following Sylvr into the one place that could prove a safe haven at the moment... assuming they lived long enough to find what Ryan knew was there...
"I miss things that don't shoot back at us" Sylvr grumbled angrily as he dashed inside, finally letting go of the tiger.
Think I got a bit lazy with this chapter, but my computer has been fucking up lately and I wanted to get it out. I had just finished the thing and saved it when my computer crashed again, and after about two hours I finally managed to get the thing back up and running. Luckily, even if it does crash, I've got my unfinished works backed up, and SF acts as my backup for everything else.
Heh, that makes two chapters that I didn't use my own character... is Red out of the story, or just plain dead? *Shifty eyes* And yes, I know, only a few characters, but after chapter three, I wanted to try and make up for that screw up with one more decent chapter that stuck around just a few characters... I've still got at least two more to introduce to the story, so I needed a break from working on so many at once lol
Hopefully there were only a few typos or grammar mistakes here and there... working on my punctuation lately, as I've been doing it wrong for so long it's sickening -.=.-
Sylvr: Sylvr.
Joseph Swift: Adair.
Ryan Den: Zelosh.
Since only three characters were used in this chapter, that's all I listed, if ya don't like it, please file a complaint with someone who gives a damn... mine's busted...