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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Dec 13, 2008 19:06:46 GMT -5
First Squad's Position, Sierra Tango One
Sgt. Middleton grimaced at the fading light and threw his remaining illumination flares behind the barricades, enveloping once again the barricaded squad in an orange reddish glow and revealing to them a bloodied, corpse riddled terminal all around them.
The light only went so far and beyond a mere 70 meters infront of them, the area was blanketed in darkness. In the distance, they could hear the undead's shuffling feet and hungry moans moving towards their direction, First Squad nervously gripping their weapons tighter in anticipation of the upcoming battle. "Okay guys, Round Two's coming up! Keep your aim steady and don't waste a shot. Every f*cking bullet counts!" Middleton yelled as he aimed his M4 rifle at the only possible direction the zombies would be coming from.
Suddenly, no sooner had he said this when several figures appeared within sight, the growling becoming more and more closer. They appeared to be half-running, and this signaled to Middleton that these figures were Crimson Heads, named so because of their dry, bloody skin.
First Squad directed fire at them a few meters off and the monsters stubbornly resisted the impact of their automatic weapons until they slowly gave way and fell to the corpse riddled floor, appearing to be finished and dead.
Middleton knew better. They would be up and running sooner or later and cause problems. It reminded him to request HQ for a flamethrower unit to be placed at their location. Either that or throughly riddle the Crimson Head's corpses with bullets to prevent them from rising up again.
Before he could choose which action to go with, the regular infected catched up with the downed Crimson Heads and First Squad fired indiscriminately, tearing apart the undead hordes ranks as the crowd steadily approached them and slowly thinned out due to First Squad's concentrated fire. Middleton took down his own fair share of undead and cursed lightly when he had to reload.
As he reloaded he suddenly worried if they had enough ammo to continue to hold Position Alamo and shouted for an Ammo Check. When he heard their replies amidst the gunfire, Middleton cursed and stopped firing, grabbing his radio from his shoulder and reporting to his HQ.
"Sierra One, Sierra One, this is Sierra Tango One, we are running low on ammo. I repeat, we are running low on ammo. Requesting an ammo run to be sent to my position over."
The embattled Sergeant then waited for the reply amidst the gunfire and hungry moans of the undead.
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Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
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Post by Slyde on Dec 14, 2008 11:25:17 GMT -5
Second squad was displaying an impressive form of teamwork; as rows upon rows of zombies were dropping down like flies. The combined fire of Second squad was able to hold back the undead menace at a pretty significant distance. It was like a symphony of violence, as everything was in tandem: The sound of guns blazing, the moaning of the monstrosities, the flesh ripping from ther bodies, their carcasses dropping dead, and distinct lack of noise after almost everybody in Second squad had reloaded their weapons at the same time.
Vergil had noticed this as he was grabbing a fresh clip for his rifle. He saw at the corner of his eye the mass of zombies getting a bit too close for comfort. He then hurriedly removed the empty magazine, letting it drop to the ground, and then rammed the new clip home. As he raised his HK416 to aim at the zeds, his gun barrel almost came face to face with a zombie who was close to a foot away from point blank rage. A bit startled by this, Vergil uttered an obsence word under his breath and at the same time, almost instantaneously pulled the trigger on his gun. A trio of bullets blew the zombie's head into pieces.
As he regained his composure, and as he kept shooting at the alarmingly close zombies, he took a quick glance at both of his flanks: The whole squad was in the same predicament as he was. Therefore the wholeplatoon was in danger of getting mauled from behind. Not accepting the fact that he might be the reason for the downfall of a whole platoon, he thought for a bit. Then, he stepped back once, to put more distance between him and the ones who want to devour him, shot a few zombies, and said to his team:
"F*** this, Sierra Bravo! Alternate your fire! You know what I f***ing mean!"
The two fire squads did not have to think nor reply to their squad leader, as they knew what they were supposed to do to survive, and so they started to "rotate" their fire: As two squad members were firing their weapons, one reloaded his weapon. As soon as that person finished reloading, he would replace one of the two "assaulters" when one of the pair ran out of ammo, and the "replaced" squad member would reload his weapon. They did this in a way that no one people would reload at the same time. Vergil hoped that this would effectively hold back the zombies, without pauses in between. He also hoped that their ammo supplies would last, as holding back that many enemies took, and would still take, a toll on their ammo.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 14, 2008 12:51:43 GMT -5
TFP
Squires stopped in the middle of the new newly-secured terminal, a ways down from the terminal 1st and 2nd squad were fighting in, and glanced all around. Bodies were being documented and then burned, as had been done in the other terminal. The area had already been cleared, what zombies that had been in the vicinity had already been shot and killed when they first started in. Squires accessed his helmet H.U.D and started accessing the T.F.P battle.net. It took a few moments, before he said Squires changed frequencies and reported directly to Colonel Miller and his command crew
This is Sierra one, Sierra one. Requesting reinforcements on 1st and 2nd squads location, coordinates 05-79-2. Requesting ammunition resupply to 1st and squad squad armament specifications on that location as well, S.T.A.T. The rest of 1st platoon is converging on 1st and 2nd squads location as well for a sledge hammer to a fly effect. Requesting a small team to take our place at objective Acheron as we shift positions, over.
Squires then changed frequencies again...
Sierra tango one, this is Sierra one. You have a third party P.M.C team working on a T.F.P contract in the vicinity of your location, they will be arriving on your position any moment now. exact E.T.A unknown. Request for reinforcements and ammunition requisite has been queued. Stand by.
The crimson heads dealt with, the stream of undead seemed to not be obliging to their meals condition as they started to run through their ammunition. The wave continued to ebb and flow, although by now it was starting to thin out considerably and the flowing of undead had gotten weaker. Despite this, They were still being pressed on both sides... considering their ammunition situation, they were still being pressed Hard. Suddenly, something on the roof slipped over the barricades above 2nd squad from the darkness of the subway tunnels... it had been nearly a blur for those that had seen it in through their N.V.G's creeping along past them. The Licker smacked down smack dib in the middle of position Alamo, looking both ways, wondering which side to strike first and who would be the first to die. -------------------------------------------------- PMCD
After quite a bit of effort, the rear team finally worked their way to the rest of the team. Emily was having to be quite conscious as she slowed down for them, because the tediously exhausting leap frogging routine was starting to tire out the two heavily armed, heavily armored, and large-set men, who when they got to the rest of the team, could only stand there for a moment and catch their breath, firing stationary. Emily had realized that the civilian ahead of them was with them now as well. The three of them hadn't gotten there fast enough to hear his question, so they ignored him for the most part. Phillip's turned around and started aiming with her PLR-16, doing the same as Claypoole, watching their back for the things that were hunting them while everyone else turned their attention to the civilian and the T.F.P fight ahead of them. They were still the rear guard, and so those B.O.W stalkers were still their responsibility. After a few moments, Emily Phillip's spoke for the first time in a while, her voice showing a bit of anxious-unease
Guys... guys do you see any of them?
Claypoole shook his head quietly, before saying louder
Negative. Call em if you see em.
He hoped they knew he meant that if they say one, tell the rest of the team. After a few moments, he quietly unloaded his drum magazine containing a tracer for every 5 rounds and switched it out with the one drum he had with a tracer for every 3 rounds, loading it up and then cocking his PPSH-41 again. If he fired, they'd all sure as hell know where he was firing at.
Phillip's silently kept scanning around them, a bit uneasy yet fine. She didn't have military training exactly; and this certainly wasn't her forte. Then again, there hadn't been much opportunity for her to use her B.O.W skills or her stealth skills... so she's been having to rely on her questionable combat skills. After a few moments, with a sigh, she stepped back away from the other two of their smaller-fire team and started to pull out her P.D.A to figure out what they were dealing with. She brushed quietly some hair out of her face that had been hanging down out from beneath her helmet, finding that as the reason she normally wore it in a ponytail beneath a baseball/patrol cap. Her fingers weren't working so well as she worked the P.D.A, started to shake mildly as she was starting to have some trouble holding in all of the stress of what they had done so far... she wasn't a front line trooper... she wasn't a fighter... she was no soldier like her brother... and even he had been killed out here in Raccoon city 4 years ago, on an operation that involved the subway...
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 14, 2008 14:17:49 GMT -5
Aya was caught off balance as one of the creatures jumped on Ludolf, hitting a pillar behind her; she'd almost - almost pulled the trigger to shoot it; it would have been a garuanteed round into Ludolfs chest or stomach had she followed through. In a manner of seconds though he'd dispatched it; Aya simply looked at him with an expression of relief, nodding in approval of the method used. She holstered her Glock, daring to edge closer towards the dead reptillian. Aya took a snapshot of it with the fiberscope on her headset, prefering to bag and tag it; that was the science units job though. If it was deamed a priority then they'd be sent in to bring one back for autopsy. Aya attached a message to the image and sent it off to the the C5 Galaxy which would still be high in the sky.
Aya was going to ask Emily whether she'd seen the BOW type before as she didn't recognise it on any of the information banks back at HQ, it was more likely to be mutation and worth studying. As Aya spoke however, all that came out of her mouth as a strugled raspy cry. Still unsure of what was going on, she closed her eyes and clenched her fists before opening her mouth again; once more a simple raspy cry was made, followed more over by intense coughing as he throat hurt from trying so hard. She covered her mouth and turned away, blushing in embarrasment.
It was demoralizing to accept, but Aya had lost her voice.
A tap to the civilians shoulder got his attention, Aya pointed in the direction they were headed; someone else would have to explain who they were and the situation that was at hand. She pulled out a bandage and mopped up the blood that had been drawn from the cut across her neck, once it was soaked up and the cloth was waterlogged she tossed it asside, she'd put more attention into her wound once they were out of the thick of things. She pulled her Glock back out and continued towards Task Force Pantheons location.
The terminal was trashed badly, vaulting over obstacles quickly becoming a chore. Aya could hear the gunfire clearly now, stray bullets were popping out from one landing she approached. Aya peeked into the corridor once the shooting had died to see Pantheon members at the other end, she signalled that she was friendly and made sure she was noticed before proceeding. Several zombies were between the mercenaries and the Pantheon unit futher ahead; Aya quickly dispatching them and watching were she stood incase any of the downed hostiles chose to grab a hold of her.
As she approached she motioned her hand at her mouth before joining in the defense for one of the other directions, she turned once Claypoole had reached her and signaled for him to do the talking as best he could; stupid sounds coming from Aya's mouth as she combined known signals with on the spot improvised hand gestures to get the point across.
It was uncertain whether Claypoole had even understood what her request was; she looked at the floor just so she didn't have to make eye contact anymore, using reload as an excuse moreover on top of that and went back to the defense in the terminal. It was hard to believe how bad her luck had turned out. Aya knew things could be worse though.
Perhaps it was better if she paid attention to the paranormal tug at her shoulder the next time it decided to reassure her something would turn stale.
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Post by Gunman543 on Dec 14, 2008 16:30:30 GMT -5
(OOC: D*mn, lot of catching up, sorry for lack of posting)
Felix had kept a bead on the closest zombie and had been firing and reloading as fast as efficentialy possible. This was insane, how many of these things were in the sewers he didn't know but it was mad. In retrespect, it wasn't actually. They were taking on most, if not all, of the subway zombies, which had to be large considering the scale that the Racoon Subways were like. However, he wasn't in command anymore, so he just had to follow orders at this moment and fight like any other time he tackled the undead. He kept firing and switched to single shot, and continued picking off dead and was annoyed when he had to reload again. He checked his ammo, and continued to fire single shots off to conserve as much as possible.
Felix emptied his clip and reloaded, noticing that he was on his last FN clip. Continuing to pick enemies off, he eventually ran empty and swapped to his 9mm, and kept picking enemies off.
"My rifles out, firing sidearm. Yes I was conserving ammo too."
He snapped it off quickly and kept firing and reloading, hoping that someone would get them ammo out there ASAP, and if it was already there he would feel like a complete idiot.
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Bishop Morse
Survivalist
People will fall, governments will fall, nations will fall... I will not
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Post by Bishop Morse on Dec 14, 2008 18:22:59 GMT -5
Bishop continued firing, but was really not liking this. He was suposed to be in flying a chopper, what the hell was he doing down here in a subway tunnel firing into an endless wave of dead people. He saw that the undeads advance wasn't letting up, and so he began moving back slightly. Sure he was a part of second squead, but he wasn't anxious to remain there. His MP-5 wasn't doing quite as much as some of the others were, but it was the only weapon that he could really handle.
Wow this is a bundle of fun, but i'm all for getting the hell out of here. Bishop yelled over the gun fire.
A beed of sweat came down his long blonde hair. He reloaded and continued firing.
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Dec 14, 2008 19:59:08 GMT -5
Mike nodded as he went with these people, he had no idea who they were and who they represented, Mike was waiting on one of these people to explain everything, Mike just followed them and introduced himself. "Hey, im Mike Harris just a Civilian that was living here in racoon city when.. all of this happened." Mike followed them and waited for a response.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 14, 2008 23:09:26 GMT -5
PMCD Emily, after several quick moments of searching the P.D.A's database, sighed quietly and lowered the P.D.A putting it back into his holder on her vest.
..... They're hunters... just mutated. Be careful, not sure about the specifics of the mutation, they might be stronger or smarter...
Claypoole glanced at her, nods, and then glances at the civilian. Turning on his gas masks external speaker, he says quietly enough for the civilian and the rest of them to hear without the sound carrying on beyond
We're private military contractors here working with task force pantheon. Thats all you need to know for now. Phillips, watch this guy and make sure he doesn't get killed. The T.F.P boys'll probably want us to help him get out. Maam, I think those T.F.P boys need us..
He didn't add to it they may get bonus's for helping evacuate civilians, which wasn't their actual contract. And he could already hear some sidearms firing in the barricade nearest them that he hadn't heard before. That meant they were getting into an emergency situation.... Phillips glanced at the civilian, sighed, and got her PLR-16 out and ready again. She was worried enough about watching herself.... now she had to watch this new guy. Hopefully the T.F.P team will take him off of them when they get in there. She didn't only not have true military training, but she had absolutely no bodyguard training... Dutifully though, she says
Ten-four
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Dec 15, 2008 0:47:18 GMT -5
Mike understand what he was told, mike pulled out his shotgun and looked around and followed the people he did not want to get killed he wanted to get out, Mike wanted to avenge his fathers death but he didnt want these people knowing about that he just wanted to let them know hes just some adolescent civilian with no purpose but to get out of racoon city, mike just followed these people and looked around making sure no "Hunters" were around to hurt him. "will these "hunters" come out of knowhere?, ive ran into one of these before but it didnt jump out of knowhere and made its presence before striking, what would i have to look out for?" Mike didnt understand what these "Hunters" were doing, lurking them out? using them as bait? playing with them?, mike needed to figure out everything he could about these things.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Dec 15, 2008 20:31:56 GMT -5
Central Subway Grate- Sewer/Entrance
The faint sounds of footsteps trailing againsts metal can be heard as a small sewer grate is pushed up from below the railing systems of the subway tunnel systems. The image of a female fully clothed in black casts a small shade over the area as she pushes herself to the surface... directly entering a combat ready pose with a TMP aimed into multiple directions. She looks down to the grate and gives a faint hand motion as two others push thier way to the surface also training the TMPs with stealthy footsteps. The other two where armed with ammunition back-packs. Then the fourth visible person to come into view gave two fairly quick hand motions, the first was a motion to his mouth then pointed down the tunnel. Without a single sound, the four people tip toe down the subway tunnel without a word.
When the group broke a certain point. The almost on cue sound of soft clattering concrete came into earshot. The pitter patter of what seemed to be claws on the wall lining was followed by a violent hissing sound. The group froze for a momment, taking every second to try and gain a grip on what exactly it was. The female crouched almost as if it were a second nature as she crawled toward the the sound, trying her best to cut back on the sound resolution. When she crouched, the rest followed.
" Lickers... From the look of it... Tons of them..." she muttered silently to the head squad leader to her direct left, " What do you propose, Mr. Brenton?"
Ian Brenton did not answer immediately, instead... He kept crawling until they passed what seemed like a nearly infinite amount of Sound oriented Lickers. He would then duck into a side chamber with the rest of his team... The dark cubby hole actually seemed much more safe than the main tunnel itself. The other three team members took a moment to regain thier composure as Ian stood up to speak for the first time. He adjusted his TMP to a shouldered position, carefully guiding his finger across the carefully placed electrical tape.
" It seems that all the activity down the line has these guys in a semi-defensive state," Ian spoke while motioning back to where they had just passed, " If it hadn't been for all the commotion... Those things would have already been on us like white on rice... We were correct on the battle statistics and for good reason... They are very much indeed sound oriented... But, the further we go... The more hostile our targets will become. Evade, if possible... I'm not expecting a whole lot of hostile targets this route... But with the kind of storm going on down the way. We have more of a chance with engagement. Nonetheless.. We must get the back-up ammo to TFP operatives and successful help pull the teams out of this hell-hole."
The female nodded her head and replied, " Where exactly are these guys?"
" According to intel, they are pinned down jut north of the tunnel..." one of the males spoke up.
Ian nodded then gave a coded hand motion as he moved back into the tunnels main area, each footstep bringing him further down the tunnel and deeper into the war-zone that had errupted. The sounds of heavy gunfire and random squeals off Hunter-Type creatures could be heard in the distance. Then, without a warning... Ian was knocked onto his back by something he was unaware of at the start. The wet feeling of drool slapping across his frame was soon followed by a seemingly crushing blow to his abdominal region. After, this series of events a rat-tat-tat of gunfire brought the image of a small Hunter being assaulted by small automatic gunfire to the facial region, a gaping hole appearing where the creatures eyes once rested... it was blind. Ian would have to act fast, short controlled bursts from the TMP equalled the Hunter collapsing to the wall. Not dead, but useless...
" Mr. Brenton, are you okay?" The older man spoke up while turning his position toward the back, his TMP swinging wide while counting off repeated blasts from the weapon.
" We're getting over-run!" The woman spoke up, " Sir! There's a access grate ahead, one way in... It's our only shot..."
Ian huffed slightly, running headlong with the rest of the group and proceeding to slide into the access grate. His mind raced as he watched the others clear into the other access route. He would follow.
When he reached the other side, he was suprised to actually see... people... Armed people.
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Post by Nanaya on Dec 15, 2008 23:07:41 GMT -5
Kyle was sweating furiously, already tired from the constant running he had to do against those damn frog-like creatures. Already he wasted at least two mags worth of ammunition and was already half down on his current. Still, they made it through and safe...for now....
All of that got thrown out of the window when he nearly jumped seeing the grate up ahead open.
He had no hesitation and immediately brought up his MP7A1 up to head level—
—and was surprised to see a group of people. Armed people.
Kyle began lowering his SMG—
—until Kyle detected a scream, followed by dark movement behind them. Instinctively, he elevated the laser sight from his weapon and pulled the trigger. Hot rounds darted over the group's head and at the thing that leapt at them from behind. A squeal, followed by a splash of dark blood, flew in the air. It crashed to the cold ground behind them and didn't get up.
Only until did Kyle see it die did he actually recognize it: those beheading bastards. Back during the original outbreak, his fire team had previously fought off a pack of those things. Needless to say, only two of them made it out, and the others were neatly decapitated by the razor-sharp claws that those things packed. They were green and scaly, almost like some evil scientist morphed a man and a lizard together. Many people called them different names, but he always called them "Lizards," for the sake of simplicity and identification, but of course the creatures were actually Hunters. Kyle didn't know crap about that though.
Kyle gave off a small, triumphed smirk. "You guys alright? All of you look like you've been through hell."
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Post by Mikey on Dec 16, 2008 4:33:24 GMT -5
TFP
Samuel was still on the ground, as he was when he threw the grenade. He was in the middle of reloading his Ultimax when he saw a red blur fly overhead. Sitting up and looking over at it, he realized that it was scoping out for its first kill. Pulling the bolt on his Ultimax back, he stood up and looked at it for a moment. It seemed that no one knew that it was right in their back yard. That was bad.
He aimed his Ultimax at it, but didnt fire. He didnt want a stray round to go and hit one of his teamates. Letting it hang from the strap, he picked up his .44 again. He had three rounds left, having not reloaded, but he knew that wouldnt be a problem. The three rounds would do nicely.
Aiming with one hand and gripping his wrist with the other, he squeezed the trigger on the double action revolver until he had a clean shot. Pulling it back all the way, he felt the drastically toned down kick from the compensation holes in the barrel and saw the round make its mark on the licker. Entering the torso from the side, it lodged into the chest at some point and caused no end of pain for the creature. Samuel had no illusion that he had killed it, more sure he had ****ed it off than disabled it. Firing another shot less than a second after the first, he followed it up with a third, the last in the weapon.
The licker screamed out in agony as it writed on the floor. It let out one last scream and stopped moving. Samuel popped open the cylinder on the revolver, pushed the rod up to eject the casings, and fed a speed loader into the now empty chambers. Twisting the loader, he deposited it back into his vest and snapped the revolver shut with a flick of his wrist. Ramming it back into the holster, he grabbed his Ultimax and took up his position with his squad again, fighting off the horde that seemed to be getting closer and closer with every second despite the fire they were putting out.
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PMCD
Tyson had stayed silent since he and Claypoole/Philips had caught up with the rest of the group. It was mainly because he was out of breath. If he had been running like a mother without stopping, he probably would have been ok. But the stopping and turning around to cover the rear had gotten him.
He looked around and half listened to what was being said. The civvie they were now saddled with was going to be an issue. At least they would be able to dump him off with the TFP grunts. He was fine in a warzone alone. Even fine with other soldiers who knew what they were doing. But a civilian who would end up getting himself or someone else killed made him nervouse.
He heard the automatic gunfire up the tunnel and Claypoole confirm it as the TFP boys. He was right. A bunch of trained soldiers putting off that many rounds only meant that there were that many hostiles.
Hefting his rifle to his shoulder, he looked to Claypoole and said "Well, what are we waiting for, hanukkah? Come on." He started walking up the tunnel, watching his front as well as glancing up at the cealing, silently hoping one of those things would come out and attack him. It'd be the last mistake it ever made, and it would give his buddies a good bead on where it was coming from.
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Post by SirSmokesAlot on Dec 16, 2008 10:45:35 GMT -5
Mike looked around and noticed there were things everywhere these "Likings?" what is a liking he thought to himself then he asked himself is a Liking? a Hunter?, then mike cocked his shotgun and asked these people. "Okay, so how many of these Likings or Hunters are there?"
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Slyde
Zombie Hunter
Look into my eyes...
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Post by Slyde on Dec 16, 2008 11:19:22 GMT -5
All of the shooting had eaten through the majority of Vergil's ammo, and probably his squad members' ammo too. He was down to his last two rifle clips before he would be forced to use his sidearm. Unless back-up would arrive, chances are everybody gallantly protecting the seemingly useless, but otherwise important, station would be f***ed up. Vergil re-aimed his HK416 at a group of zombies who was directly in front of him, and started to shoot the things with the accuracy and precision expected of a man of his stature. Whilst shooting the undead beings, he saw something at the corner of his eye; something blurry apparently moving above him. But he took no heed, as he was preoccupied with the fact that the zombies were still so tenacious at getting their meal and that his ammo might dry up very soon.
"Wow this is a bundle of fun, but I’m all for getting the hell out of here," Shouted one of Second squad's members. A man named "Bishop" as far as Vergil knew.
"Unless you intend to die, nobody is leaving this place until we complete our mission." Replied Vergil loudly over the roar of gunfire coming from all sides.
Vergil kept shooting and killing the zombies in front of him, when he heard the distinct sound of a high-calibre weapon being fired behind him. That was not unfamiliar to him, and that should be expected in situations like these. But what piqued his interest was hearing a cry of agony from behind him. Certainly it was not from his comrades, as the scream was somewhat "inhuman", and Vergil had much experience in hearing screams, especially ones in agony. The only conclusion he could think of was that something somehow got past them. Regardless, that thing was dead and so regaining his focus, Vergil again re-aimed his weapon and started shooting. After a few pulls of the trigger on his gun, Vergil heard the dreaded click of an “empty” weapon. Reacting instinctively, he pressed the mag release, grabbed his last clip from its pouch, and put it in his rifle. He lined up his sights with a zombie’s head, and fired in sporadic shots, intending to save his last clip.
As he was shooting a zed, he saw a group of apparently well-armed people in the distance. They were definitely not regular civilians, or incredibly stupid civilians for that matter. They were absolutely not zombies; when did one ever learn how to hold a gun? Vergil had never seen one doing a feat like that, and would probably never will. Vergil concluded that the group was probably the 3rd party PMCD the platoon leader mentioned a while ago. Relinquishing his aim for a while, Vergil faced the PMCD team and made a few arm and hand signals, which indicated that they had arrived at the right rally point and that they’d better help them soon, or else the TFP platoon in the subway would be in more dire trouble. He also waved an empty magazine in the air for a moment, signifying that they needed ammo badly. Vergil then re-aimed his weapon, and then fired away for a few moments, when his last clip finally emptied. Muttering an undesirable word under his breath, he hung back his HK416 and quickly grabbed hold of his MK23 SOCOM. He held the gun with both of his hands and started to shoot indiscriminately, aiming particularly for the heads of the mofos who were trying to come over the makeshift barrier his team made.
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Post by thegunny on Dec 16, 2008 17:35:33 GMT -5
Claypoole muttered loud enough for the civilian to hear
F**k if I know
Claypoole didn't notice the team that had appeared and was watching them, because he was watching the hand signals that were sent their way from behind the barricades, and nodded at Tyson. He glanced over, saw where Kyle had shot, but quickly looked else where. Claypoole waved the team looking down at them quickly for them to follow before barking out as their opportunity came, the horde's density lessening enough that they would be able to snow-plow their way to the barricades
ALRIGHT! LETS MOVE! We're sitting ducks out f**king here!
If anything, at least his three + 1 civilian team would be moving with him. Claypoole and Emily Phillip's clambered up after Tyson as they charged, guns blazing, towards the barricades. Whether that team behind them followed, and the rest of the team followed, didn't matter to him. What did matter was he got the men(and women) he was responsible to their current mission objective and got out of their vulnerable-out-in-the-wide-open position. They were clearly successful at that, and got over the barricades and behind T.F.P's second squad quickly. The civilian had been able to keep up and was behind the barricades with them now. Claypoole scanned the area ahead, watching for any followers that went with their lead, and quietly noticed that the sudden weakened flow of the zombies heading from the tunnels to 2nd squads rear position had continued and not picked up again. Still, there were zombies heading there way... with a crimsonhead. But there weren't nearly as many anymore, and they weren't as densely packed.
For 1st squad facing the stairway, the zombies kept pouring in, but the bodies were becoming a barricade in themselves in the stairway. The zombies were stumbling, tripping, crawling, and just outright obstructed as they headed down. Both a good and bad thing... accuracy deteriorated because of their further unpredictability of movement. If things were like to the rear, things against 1st squad might loosen up as well. The report came in...
5 minutes until reinforcements. Stand by. 3rd and 4th squads have been relieved and the rest of the platoon is heading to regroup on our location as well. All units, stand fast, stand strong, stand smart. You are all almost there.
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