Tears of Hell: Chapter 1
Date: Feb 18th, 2007 11:56:33 pm - Subscribe
Mood: triumphant
A Radical Dreamers journey through despair: and another novel idea.
"Move! Move! Move! Damnit, move!"
Shit we are pinned in. The Sergeant is out his mind. Where are we moving to? The streets blocked up ahead. If we weren't being flanked, we could retreat back the way we came. But no. Sergeant ordered us to this narrow alley and now we are trapped. Lucky for us the rooftops aren't necessarily rooftops anymore. The war has destroyed many of these once beautiful buildings. And for that I am thankful. If the roofs were still up... Oh I can only imagine the shit we would be in. These Syndicate slugs have really stepped up their tactics this time. I remember when they used to be some ignorant asses, but now they have progressed.
Me, some call me the Crow, others call me Reilly, or sometimes I go by Foxtrot 5. I am a sniper for Foxtrot, a squad under the command of the Saints. There is a total of 5 of us. Theres Jeremy, Stan, Phil, Bat, and the Sergeant. We were ordered to secure the town square up ahead, but recon is fucking useless. Nobody said anything about the slugs we would come across. The slugs... hold that thought.
"Sergeant we got three slimes at our six! They are taking cover behind the cars!"
Thats my job. My trusty sniper rifle, the Einlanzer as I have dubbed it, get to watch a lot of the fire fights. I see my share of battle though.
"Take them out now Reilly!" the Sergeant ordered.
"I'm on it!"
I take my sight to my eyes. The life of peering down the scope of my rifle has been, how do you say, enticing? I've seen a lot of death through this scope, both Saints and Slugs. I see my mark, right behind the burnt up sedan. Why hello there
slime. I can see his face all to clearly. This one is going to hurt. I draw a breath, steady my hand, and squeeze the trigger. The quick snip of Einlanzer makes it tough to see my spot, but this slime won't be seeing too much now. The bullet
finds its target. Straight through the bastard's eye. And he is down.
"Reilly hurry up damnit! We gotta clear our backs!"
Jeremy sounds panicked. Not my fault he is the sweeper. We have alot of code names here. Jeremy is the Sweeper, due to the fact he has a shotgun. Stan goes by the Saw. He packs a light machine-gun and damnit he is good. Phil is your standard foot soldier, he is probably going to be the next Sergeant that leads us. We call him the Rabbit. He runs out, the dogs or slimes chase and we cover his ass. Bat is something else. I like to call him the Handyman. If its electronic and he can touch it... it will work, sometimes.
And I fire again. That's two of them shits dead. The third. Where is he at again? Nevermind. And Einlanzer mouths off again, and thats all of them.
"Three marks down sir! We are good to fall back!"
"That's a negative son. We fight for this town square now! Command is not going to accept us falling back!"
Damnit why do people in charge have to be so hard headed. We fall back, let them come down the alley, and take them out. Not this time. Today we are going to fight for all its worth right here.
"Rabbit! Get out there and do what you do! We need the right side clear ASAP!"
"Roger that Sarge! I'm on it!"
And there goes Rabbit, out of the covey hole. This should be interesting. Saw is already laying down the suppression fire to the left. Like I said he is good. I draw my scope up again. I'm in charge of the buildings straight ahead. If something peers out of them, its my job to end it. Handyman is watching my ass. I guess I could call him a spotter. He's not much for combat.
Rabbit is probably picking them up and laying them down right now. I get a little jealous, but then again, with this sniper rifle I wouldn't be too effective in this type of shoot-out. The shooting stops to our right. Rabbit must have done his job.
Sweeper steps through and around the corner. I follow suit. Rounding the corner I find Rabbit has made us a make shift bunker out of an armored apc. The apc is thrashed but the armor will protect us while the slugs advance on us. I climb into the back of the apc, and find a gun slot. These are pretty handy if your inside it. The Sergeant is trying to get some new orders or intel from HQ, but they aren't here. They are just going to say 'Get that Town Square now!'. We already know this. The street in front of me is crawling with slugs. Back to what I was saying about them. The slugs just kinda appeared here a few years back. Started off in some of those small one horse towns. Began breeding and infecting everything in the area. Then before we knew it, there was a slew of them taking over the big cities. And since that day we have been in a never ending battle with these bastards. They look human, except for that stench and the skin... I hate their smell. Slugs are easy to put down though, one shot to the chest or head and they are down. The ones you gotta watch out for are the Battle Slugs or B.S. They can be hell. Armor on the vitals. Ask Rabbit how much fun they are.
And what do you know, theres two B.S. down the street. Lucky for me, Einlanzer is in good form today. The maggots are the worst. They are like larva. They crawl across the ground silently, and then leech onto you. Life sucks when they get onto
you. Just hope whoever is shooting it off you can aim worth a damn. Things weren't to bad at one point. They used to just use barbaric tactics. Grab a stick, beat your ass. But then somewhere along the way, Saints started dying fast, and the bastards learned how to use weapons.
Back to work. I peer through the gun hole, take aim and another one is down. Meanwhile Saw is tearing up the right side of the street, which is good because Rabbit got the go-ahead to advance down the street. My job is to cover the left. Call Sweeper crazy but he loves the indoors. Me personally, call it weapon issues, love the streets. Rabbits pretty far down there now. I guess Serge and Handyman are going to be advancing next. Still not sure why Handyman is with us, maybe theres something at this Town Square we need. We only get briefed on what we need to be briefed on. Serge is the only one who knows all the briefings. Handyman has his orders, Serge knows them, and he can't tell us. Besides Serge and Handyman, our orders are to protect the two of them until they accomplish their missions. Sweeper has caught up to Rabbit now.
I get left behind all the time. I can't advance until we have secured this street. Rabbit is behind a car now. He is under fire and just out of Saw's line.
Business as usual. The target is on top of what used to be a convenience store. I draw a bead on him, take a breath, Einlanzer howls a silent bark, and theres no more firing at Rabbit. My radio starts buzzing.
"Move up Reilly. Street is clear."
I do a bit of a hustle or jog. No need to expend too much energy to get up there. It's clear as far as we know.
BAM!
The bullet hits in front of my feet, and suddenly I'm sliding to my right behind piece of roof from the buildings beside me. I didn't even see the targets line of sight, but I know someone did because Rabbit's automatic is rattling off. Shit I need to be more careful. If those slugs could aim, I would be dead. My side didn't like the slide to much, but I am alive in this hell hole still so I can't complain. But now its time to catch up to my squad. Foxtrot... always makes me smile a bit. It's such a funny name for our squad. The Town Square isn't too much further up ahead. 2 blocks to be exact. And as long as we don't encounter any walkers we should be fine. But you know how irony works.
I'm laying under a car now facing down the new alley we are fighting through. Its not a great spot but it will do for the time. Rabbit is weaving in and out left and right. He will be in place shortly and we will be moving up. Wait he has stopped
moving, and the ground is trembling. Fucking eh! Walkers show up when you least expect them. Call them transports if you will. Huge Slugs that carry small slugs. Best description I can give ya. Pain in the ass to kill, but I have seen Handyman in action on these guys. His "electronics" come in handy, no pun intended.
"Bat get those explosives in place now! Everyone else cover, and fall back to the corner!"
Serge has a good idea for once. Me and Rabbit have always been a team, the others we don't know very well. They seem to be good company, and damn good at what they do. And theres the walker. He is walking his happy ass straight into the trap Handyman has set for him. My job is to ensure those explosives go off. Sometimes Handyman isn't fast enough with the trigger on his bombs, so I get to shoot them. I'm drawn in on the one on the right side of the street.
"Come on bitch. Just a little farther."
Handyman is getting trigger happy. Not good. He sets them off early and he won't get that walker. Unfortunately for us the slugs have noticed us and are firing at us now. Decisions decisions. I could pop a few of them off and keep us relatively
safe... or keep my eye on the explosives. I make my choice. One slug down. two slugs down. Third slug is now sliding off lifeless to the street. The walker is in between the charges now. Handyman is not pulling the trigger. What the fuck is going on.
Handyman is to my right slamming the trigger against the wall. No time. I take aim at the explosive on the right. Click! Click! SHIT! Fucking reload. This might get a bit ugly. I'm swapping the clip out now but I don't have enough time.
"Shoot the god damned explosives now Reilly!"
Serge doesn't realize the ugliness of this situation. And there goes Rabbit. What in the hell does he think he is doing?! He ducks behind some rubble in the middle of the street. Leans to the side, takes some aim, and unleashes a burst at the explosive. First burst misses. The next 3 hit the mark though and now the explosives are making two buildings a giant shrapnel bomb. The walker is in perfect alignment and he is falling down now. And with the death of the walker, we advance.
The two blocks we have to walk are pretty uneventful. But there she is, in all her glory. The Town Square and City Hall. We have reached check point A, almost. City Hall is going to be hot. I can feel the slugs there. Lots of them. Or maybe it's
just because I smell the bastards.
I couldn't be anymore right. So many of those fucks, its not even funny. Heavy fire. Hell rains down on us from everywhere but behind. Find cover. All we can do till we assess the situation. I find my cover. A nice little rock formation courtesy of Handyman's bomb.
I take my scope and find the Tangos. And Einlanzer screeches.
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