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Tears of Hell: Chapter 2
Date: Feb 18th, 2007 10:20:41 pm - Subscribe
Mood: daunted
A Radical Dreamers journey through despair: and warfare.

Einlanzer's bark is nowhere near as worse as his bite. I caught a couple of them, but theres just too damn many! Serge is on the radio requesting some fire support, but we all know the Hummingbirds won't be here in time to adjust the odds. They have none to send anyways. The Hummingbirds are working a project with Alpha and Bravo right now. Rabbits pinned and Saw can't even get his gun in a position. This will be some work. The street is a bit wide here so we have a little room to navigate.

Me? I'm still stuck behind this damn stone formation. The ground is shaking...
Can't be a walker. The ground never feels like an earthquake when they come through. Whatever this is, its massive. I got this feeling deep within me... we are shit out of luck this time. And theres the reason. A War Slug. Unbe-fucking-lievable.

Today can't get any worse. First we have bad intel, then a walker, and now a War Slug. War slugs, call them generals of the Slug army. They are big yes, armored as well, and that gun he is packing tells us he means business. Annihilator is what we call it. Flaming shots. Picture a flamethrower, and then imagine it shooting rocks at you. There you have an Annihilator. The fire is a brand of napalm, when it hits your going to be getting a ride home... in a bag.

Theres no retreat this time, thats for sure. We wear city camos and flak jackets, helmets are optional. I chose not to have a helmet, they get in the way. Besides a helmet don't mean shit versus one of these guys. Kevlar only adds to the burning. And Serge is on his feet. What in the hell is he thinking?! Does he know something we dont?

"Reilly get out of there! Sweeper take Reilly into that building to your three o'clock!"

I see it now. Serge is trying to get the Crow into a Roost. If this buildings dirty, I would definitely prefer to have Sweeper clean it. We take refuge beside the door, thankful that it has a bit of an aclove. Sweeper kicks the door down just in time. Here comes the napalm goodness, and we are inside. The wall we were at is melting apart. Sweeper leads the way with his shottie, and I follow closely with my handgun drawn. The side arm... a snipers love affair. How many times this little
piece has saved me is astounding. The buildings bottom floor is clean. Now we need to check the top.

The upstairs is a mess. Walls falling in all over the place. Which makes this extra difficult. Not only do we have to watch in front of us, but we also have to watch for stray bullets from down on the street. Just like that one that just came through the wall there. Sweeper stops for a moment. I think he is thinking how lucky he is right now. One more step too fast and thats his skull on the wall. Theres an upstairs dining room, complete with table and chairs. I grab the table and slide it to the wall. I lay down on the table peering out on to street through one of the holes. The War Slug is taking another shot at the Serge. Urban warfare is amazing. Everything is a barrier for protection. The slugs are advancing. Time to get started.

Two shots and two less slugs advancing. We just got to get Rabbit moving. That launcher on his rifle should put the damn war slug down with luck. My radio buzzes again.

"Reilly draw fire now!"

"Roger that."

How about a little fun for the big guy? I draw in and take aim at his ear or what would be an ear if it was human. And theres the shot. It doesn't catch the ear but its close. Enough to piss him off. I'm spotted and now the other slugs know that too.

But now is our plan. Rabbit is up and going. He takes a hard right at the opening and he is charging to the nearest car. He slides into place, I fire another shot. Saw is close behind Rabbit now. He is positioning himself under the car. And now comes the suppressing fire. Rabbit is moving to one of the statues in the town square. I catch it just time. An opposing sniper aiming right down on Rabbit. My shot misses but it rattles the sniper. My next shot doesn't miss. Rabbit gives a
helmet tap at me for that one.

It happens so very fast but Rabbit arms the launcher on his rifle. Rolls to his left, the suppression fire stops and the slug doesn't even see it coming. The rocket fires off like the 4th of July. Suddenly its attached to the bastard. He knows its there now. The War Slug turns, aim's his Annihilator at Rabbit, and then in a look of surprise he knows its over. And now body parts are raining from the sky like confetti. No time to celebrate. Rabbit is in a hot zone and needs some cover. They are closing in on him now. Saw is reloading which makes this a total mess.

You don't want to get caught by these guys. They like to make a head on a pike if you catch the drift. Another statue for town square courtesy of the slugs. Rabbit knows he is trapped. I don't have much left in this clip.

"Follow my lead Reilly."

Handyman is on the comm. What the fuck is he about to do. I turn quick to see him in my scope. He is digging through his duffle bag. And there it is. An explosive of sorts. I don't know much about the things except they go boom. And I'm guessing he doesn't have the detonator. Serge grabs the device and hurls it in the direction of the encroaching mob. I take aim.

I hold my breath and know this is a one time deal. I will have to reload after this shot. Saw is trying to buy Rabbit some room to run but its not quite time. My scope clicks in another zoom and I see the device. The slugs aren't noticing it at the moment. Maybe they think its a dud grenade? Who knows. I just know they are still moving and it's time to light them up.

"Now!"

I shout into the radio. Rabbit jumps up and takes off towards his cover fire, the slugs raise their guns and Einlanzer springs to life. The explosive detonates simultaneously with the shot. What ever the hell that thing was... its bright as
fuck. Was that a remote flash bang? Jesus christ Handy, a little warning please! A zoomed in view on a flash is like watching a big bang being created. In fact the only gun I hear firing is Serge's. I'm guessing he looked away, and is taking advantage of the impending slaugther. Slugs are crying out.

We don't call him the Serge for nothing. He knows his shit somedays. This plan was flawless. Except he didn't give us any warning. What if the flash didn't work the way it was supposed to? And the shooting stops. My eyes adjust and I quickly zoom in for survivors. None there. But whats that? Einlanzer peers in a little further. Blood. Not slug blood though. Human blood.

Serge is walking back to the cover spot. I see now. The blood is his. It looks like he took on in the thigh. Clean through from what I can tell. Not good, we are carrying an injured dog now. He is our C.O. though, so we can't leave him.
Serge is standing near Handy now. And my attention is drawn else where. Something is wrong on Handy... I can't place it. It looks like a red tattoo on his chest. Shit a sniper! I see him but its too lately. My rifle swings to his position. He fires, I fire. Einlanzer gives a growl. The sniper falls.

"Fuck!"

My comm goes off. I zip the gun back over to Handy and he is kneeling down at Serge. The blood that was coming out of his leg is nothing compared to whats coming out of his gut. Gut shot. Also known as the 15-minute shot. Your stomach acids eat away at your insides, boil even, and then its over. You got roughly 15 minutes depending on how much strain you put on your body.

Serge won't survive this one.
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