E x t i n c t i o n: Part Deux

[LTI]

Win looked over Rodger's shoulder silently. The only thing he could hear beside L's voice was his own heartbeat as it pounded away madly in his chest. Win couldn't tell if it was excitement, fear, or adrenaline. Perhaps a combination of all three. The growing sick feeling was rising in his gut and he didn't like it. Last time he felt like this at all was when she died. Win shifted his thoughts to another memory. Now was not the time to bring that up. There would never be a time to bring that up; he could never admit it. To do so would be to commit suicide. Win resisted the urge to light up a cigarette due to all the arms in the area. One stray spark could blow them all to hell. The fires in the area was a bad enough idea. "Jesus, Rodge, what else do you think they have?"

[.Merios]

Rodger shook his head.

"I don't know man.. It can't be good though."

He watched Ryan and sighed a bit, switching the safety on his Carbine and swinging it around to his back.

"Hold your fire. One stray bullet will light this place up like Christmas."

With that, Rodger reached into his vest and, up near his left shoulder, he withdrew his combat knife from it's sheath with his right hand and grasped the hilt tightly. He looked around and blinked, hearing a shuffle from above. He held out a hand to Win and Ryan, and putting his left index finger to his lips as he looked at Alex. L slowly looked up, staring right into the blank, wide-eyed stare of glass plating of a jet-black gas mask. He backed up a step, but to no avail, the figure launched itself from the rafters, a large machete in it's right hand; it was wearing pitch-black tactical attire- a lot like the stuff worn on the U.S.S. officer he found dead in a hotel a while back. (Think, Hunk, if you will.)

Rodger had seconds to react. He quickly dived and landed in a roll to the left, turning around and standing, watching as the figure landed in a roll and flipped to face him, landing in a fighting stance, holding it's machete in it's right hand, staring at Rodger.

"Ryan, Alex, Win, this is too dangerous. Go, now. If I don't come back in a few minutes, leave. This place is too dangerous."

[LTI]

Hell no, Win wanted to say. Where the hell did Rodger get the idea that he could take this guy, but no one else could!? Win knew how to handle himself damn well, more than most gave him credit for. It didn't matter though, orders were orders. Well, he only said to go, not where. Win crept around the crates and kept a close eye on L. There was no way in Hell Win would abandon a comrade, let alone Rodger, who had allowed him on this convoy. It didn't matter what the other two did; Win wasn't going anywhere. He hid behind the crates just in case.

[.Merios]

(Oh, and I'm sorry if I seemed egotistical, I was planning on Win, Ryan, and Alex to have a little fun of their own. =])

[LTI]

((Don't worry about it, you don't seem egotistical at all... egotistical ****... nah, whatever works.))

[Bakuyu]

Ryan hadn't moved from the shadows, and all the black he was wearing made him almost impossible to see. The man dressed in black must not have seen him, his back was to him. Ryan had his Raptor out, and aimed it. He steadied it for a split secound, wait he thought... firing this gun would mean he'd take this whole place with him. He holstered his raptor, and removed teh crow bar. He used the hook side of it, and lashed out at the man from behind, focusing on a blow to the head.

[.Merios]

A small hatchet appeared from nowwhere and struck the crowbar, sending it and the hatchet to the ground. It looks like the team wasn't alone. Another figure appeared near Ryan, a small hatchet with a curved grip was in the figure's right hand- it looks like the weapon was made to be thrown. The figure was illuminated by the light for a moment, and it had feminine curves underneath the thick armor and it's face was covered by a Gas Mask. It made an advance towards Ryan.

Another figure dived from the shadows and tackled Win, the two men rolling head over heels into an illuminated corner of the warehouse. They finally stopped, smashing into a metal can that was on fire, sending embers and a blast of fire into the air, creating a large fire on the ground. The flames licked the sides of a few crates, but it looked like canned goods were in the cases that were catching fire; so the team was safe for now. The fire will have to be put out if they were to survive.

Another figure leaped from the shadows and landed on Alex's back (Gabe) and tackled him to the ground, dragging him off into the shadows.



(These people aren't push-overs LTI and Bakuyu. Gabe, you're not dead, but if you don't reply this next round of posts, you will be. =/))

[LTI]

Win yelled as the figure took him down. He landed too hard on his shoulder and gritted his teeth in utter agony. Somewhere he heard the others scuffling, but as he rolled he lost all sense of direction. He was in his own little skirmish with an unknown assailant, who seemed to be a match, if not more, for Win. The bastard had to have some sort of military training. XX felt something hot against his side and flipped himself over in agony. They'd hit the fire. Now the boxes were on fire. The beast would spread to the munitions boxes soon; then they'd all be goners. He tried to restrain his opponent, and choked out, "Look! We... aren't here to attack you! he wheezed loudly and started speaking again, We're just passing... supplies! We need supplies! Goddammit LISTEN! he shouted, attempting vainly to push his attacker away.

[Bakuyu]

Ryan heard Win yelled, maybe he'd try to act stupid. He backed up rasing his crow bar to the firgure infront of him.

"Wait there not zombies! These are people!" He yelled, hoping the others would play along.

He directed his attittion back to the (I guess women) Women in front of him. He raised his hand to her, and tried to reson with them.

"Wait stand down it's a misunderstanding..."

He was ready incase she were to attack.

[.Merios]

A series of clicks came from all three of the figure's gasmasks, almost as if they were conversing. Not human enough. The three charged and attacked their corresponding opponents. (Win, Ryan you can control them from here, but don't leave unscathed.)[/i]

L's opponent dived at him, tackling him to his back, the figure straddling his chest and attempting to shove it's Machete through Rodger's chest. He quickly dropped his knife and brought both hands up to grasp the figure's gloved hands, pushing against him with all his might. With one last push, he pushed the machete aside, letting go as the figure's strength shoved the Machete into the ground beside him. Rodger quickly arched back up a bit and brought his right leg up from behind and underneath the figure, kicking it in the back, sending it rolling over Rodger's head. L quickly stood up and grabbed the Machete and the knife, holding the knife in his left hand and the machete in his right.

"We're not here t-"

Sneaky bastard.

Rodger fell to his knees, dropping his weapons and clutching his chest- a small hilt sticking out of his right peck. The creature let loose a vicious kick to Rodger's face, sending him to his back. He struggled for a moment, writhing in pain due to the short knife lodged in his chest. The figure stood ominously over him, it's yellow eyes showing brightly through the gas mask's glass plates. The man took the machete into it's hands and lifted it high above his head. Rodger quickly reached reached his right hand down to his thigh and grasped his pistol, which was still in it's holster.

Bang. Bang.

Two shots resounded throughout the building, and two corresponding holes appeared on the man's chest. The figure fell backwards; he must have hit a soft spot with those rounds. Rodger sighed, moving to crouch. He looked to Win, then to Ryan.

"Don't reason with them! They're not human!"

[Biohazardous.]

Nadine nearly jumped out off her skin and fell off the top of the VW when she heard the gunshots from inside. "Yep," she stated in a cheerful, yet shocked, voice. "The natives are restless." She lifted her sniper and began scanning the warehouse, hoping to see someone - or thing - through a window. "What is my luck of seeing one of those icky things through a window?" She paused, as though deep in thought. She snorted. "Slim to none. Oh, and slim just got up and left the building ... I could go for a deep fried peanut butter and banana sandwich ... dammit." She climbed back up onto the top of the VW and sat back down.

[Bakuyu]

Ryan raised his crow bar to teh axe, and slammed into her. Ryan out weighed her, and was stronger, but she was fast, and knew how to fight. She stumbled backwards, but cought herself, and lunged forward. The axe was brought down on Ryans upper back. Ryan gridded his teeth.

"F***!"

He grabbed her around the head, and spun her around, and head locked her, and elbowed her multiple times on her collar till it snapped. She responeded with elbows to Ryans stomach, then she jerked her head back, and hit Ryans jaw, luckly not breaking it, but busting his lip, and gashing his chin. Ryan threw her forward, again she cought herself. Ryan could tell her arm was limp, he would use that to his advantage.

Ryan then picked up his crow bar, as she recovered, he rushed her and swung, but she quickly moved, Ryan fell forward a bit, as she slammed him into a box of ammo, sending casings everywhere. She jumped, landing atop him (not on him) and brought the axe down on Ryan. Quickly he bocked it with the crow bar, and grabbed for the axe. His back burned, as he finally started to feel the wound getting forn open a little more, when he fell on a bullet. He tried to rip it away from her, but she held her grip.

Ryan threw his crowbar to the side, and used one hand to keep her axe arm at bay, and the other to swist and turn her hurt arm. Ryan knew it hurt, when she let go of the axe. He ripped it back , and slammed it down on he knee, as he pulled it back again, she punched Ryan in the face, then fell over to the side. Like an animal, Ryan pushed her other leg over, and jumped on top of her, using his knees to hold her arms as hitting her multiple times in the face. He ripped her mask off with frustration, the began beating down on her face.

He kept hitting her till her head bled, and her eyes closed.... dead, knocked out, eathier way it was good enough for now. Ryan placed the vrow bar in his pant loop, and rushed to help the others.

[DaNnEh]

Jerking around at the sound of the gunshots, Liz didn't realize how tightly she was squeezing the trigger until she felt the sharp kick back of the mini-14, the bullet hitting the ground as it created a small dust plume,, "S***, in hell!!, her shoulder hurting when the stock was slammed against it when the rifle went off, her eyes peering back towards the warehouse. "Damn it better be something important going on in there, god help them if one of them tripped and shot off to quick.", frowning before reaching up to massage some feeling back into her shoulder as she turned back to watch the growing dust cloud in the distance.

[LTI]

Win put a hand on the man's mask and pushed away. The man's grip temporarily slipped and Win used this opportunity to pull out his pistol and put a round in his opponent's torso. This was all he could get in, though, because the gun was ripped from his hand. Win threw an elbow out and ran from his would-be killer. The guy was tough as hell. Win heard a gunshot from behind, paired with a bullet flying by his head. Way too close for comfort. Win shot around a corner and spotted a hatchet lying on the ground. It seemed he was closer to his comrades than he thought.

The fires were growing at an alarming rate. Sooner or later, if they didn't put out those damned fires, the place would blow up, taking everyone there straight to hell. Win heard the light footsteps above the low crackling of the flames. You're smooth, guy. Not smooth enough though. Win picked up the hatchet and readied to end the man chasing him. One chance, though. Win shuddered to think of what would happen if he missed. The attacker stepped around the corner and Win Butler struck down with all the strength in his body. He missed his mark, but caught the man at the right wrist, hacking the hand off. The man screamed loudly, a nasty, mangled noise. Win looked on in horror and was caught off guard; the man kicked him in the chest, breaking several ribs and sending Win into a fire. Win screamed and scrambled out, tearing off his jacket and throwing it to the ground. The killer still had the gun. It looked like the end now.

No. Win wouldn't stop now. He kicked up flame and ash at his assailant, who shielded his face instinctively. Win ran at him and tackled him, sending them both into a stack of boxes. Win just hoped his teammates were all alright. They'd have to get out soon. Win would try to hold this guy off as long as he could, maybe even beat him. That remained to be seen, though.

[Bakuyu]

From the side Ryan ran twards Win, his crow bar secure in hand. Ryan brought it up over his head, and brought it down as hard as he could on the mans face. Blood spurted out from the mask, the shatter proof lens cracked from the blow, and the man remained motionless. Ryan hit him a few more times before looking back up for another team mate. Parts of Ryans head was bleeding, his chin was cut open, and he was spitting out blood. He nose was pretty messed up too, it must have been broken. His eyes were watery, and red, the blood had seaped into the back of his shirt. The pain was all starting to come at once. Ryan then helped Rodger up, and walked backwards twards Rodger.

"Rodger, lets grab some boxes, and get the H*** out of here."