Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Survival ❯ Act 4: Legion ( Chapter 4 )

Jill handed me the .357, “I'm already carrying two pistols and now that I've got some more 8 millimeter rounds I don't really see why I should lug another pistol around.”

I tossed the revolver to Sean, “What pistols?”

She pulled out two single action revolvers with laser sights attached, “They're 22 LR's ten rounds each and with the lasers attached it makes it pretty unfair for the zombies.”

“Ok then take the twenty gauge from the duffle bag instead.” I held the Remington tight, a shotgun is an undisputed mutilation machine at a close range and when loaded with slugs it becomes a short range rifle.

“Ok, can we please leave now?” Jill loaded and pumped the Mossberg.

“Yeah, let's go Ferret.” Sean smiled as he tucked the .357 into his pocket.

“The car's out that way half broken against the wall.” I motioned for Mr. Parker to follow and he obeyed. When we got to the cruiser I got in the back with my dog and the duffle bag, Sean started the motor and Jill got in the passenger's seat. I took out ammo and stuffed three boxes of 9mm rounds into my pockets and I took fifty buckshot shells for my shotgun, as well as all four boxes of .44 magnums and all the 7.62 x 39 soviet rounds.

“Hey Ferret, pass me the .45's.” Sean held his hand back and I slapped two boxes of ammo into his open palm. He smiled, “We should find a good place to stop and distribute all the ammo amongst ourselves.”

“We'll have to ditch this near the park because of all the road blocks anyways. We're going to have to go on foot back to my house. We'll load up then.” I began to reload the AK's magazines I had plenty of ammo at least enough for a few dozen magazines of 7.62 Soviet. Sean acknowledged my statement with a nod as he pulled out of the parking lot and we headed back towards were I began the whole street was full of well over a thousand mindless walking dead, Sean ran a few over and eventually we reached the back grass field thing of St. James Park and we exited the cruiser.

I took the rounds from their boxes and loaded them loose into my pockets and if I could into magazines. We had plenty of ammo now, not as much as I'd like but enough hopefully to last until the Calvary showed up. I had five hundred nine millimeter rounds, fifty two double aught buck shells, two-hundred and fifty .44 magnum rounds, and one hundred and ninety 7.62soveit rounds. So I had enough for the time being. The fact was though, if I had to deal with more hordes like the one earlier, well… those tend to eat up ammo quick.

“Ok, I'm ready.” Sean shouldered the duffle bag, “What's the plan Ferret?”

“Alright when I came through here earlier it wasn't so bad only a few ghouls here and there, but that doesn't mean it stayed that way. Also the route to my house from this location was pretty barren zombie-wise; I only had to kill seven around my actual house. So barring any outside intervention we should have a reasonably easy journey to my house, a.k.a. `home base', I hope at least.” We ran to the crapaly constructed bridge as I spoke, we ran across it and up the hill. I could see the two zombies I'd executed earlier I tightened my grip on the Remington as I admired my handy work and I ran out on to the street.

As I stepped out onto the street time slowed to a crawl (this is god's way of letting you know you're about to be fucked over) then a three round burst rang out and all three struck my left shoulder, a soldier had shot me with his M16A2 as I fell back I could see the shock on his face as he readjusted his aim; he knows I'm a human but he doesn't care he's lost it and he's about to lose his head privileges. I aimed the shotgun at him, it was slow motion, pain stung from my wrecked shoulder.

“Impressive! TRY MINE!” I fired, he was only a few yards away maybe two yards if that and when the powerful buckshot hit the left side of his head it was a real horror show; his jaw burst and teeth flew out, his face was torn apart and his skull was ripped open blood spewed from the wreckage like a geyser and he fell backwards, dead. I could see several other dead soldiers, at least twenty dead zombies and a crashed transport truck in the road, what branch the soldiers were I didn't know or really give a fuck about, all I knew was that there was a lot of supplies inside that truck and enough assault rifles to go around and maybe even a SAW or a sniper rifle, plus grenades or satchel charges (barricades wouldn't be a problem anymore).

“Kazuki! Holy shit, are you alright!?” Jill ran over to me as I lifted myself off the ground using my shotgun for support. She looked worried; and she had good reason of those three 5.56 NATOs only two had exited hitting high or low on the shoulder to where they didn't connect with bone however one had struck underneath my collar bone by maybe a few millimeters and was jammed in there pretty bad, pain stung from my left shoulder and moving the arm was difficult to say the least. I tried moving the arm around in its joint to test my new limitations. I could still easily handle a gun but I couldn't lift my arm above my head, and at least it wasn't bleeding too badly.

“When I found you remember what you said about that question?” I put my hand over my wound and as I walked over to the truck stepping over corpses I realized that the world had changed; the stench of dead saturated the air, the mindless cries of the living dead reverberated in the wind, an occasional scream of terror sometimes howled out only to be quickly silenced, corpses filled the streets, some walked the streets feeding on the living, strange creatures patrolled the walls of people's houses searching for prey… The world had gone mad.

“FERRET!” Sean screamed to me as a dodger monkey leapt out of the shadows at me. Like I don't have enough fucking problems today!? I barely managed to dodge the skeletal beast, as it landed Sean opened fire with his .45, the first two rounds pinged off the ground but the third struck it square in the temple, obliterating whatever collective of nerves it used to think.

“I am getting soooo sick of this bullshit!” I hopped in the back of the truck scattered around were several steel ammo boxes and various over things and one corpse. At my feet was what looked to me to be an oddly shaped briefcase, when I opened it there was a M24A1 SWS or a sniper weapon system, I not only found one of the best sniper rifles on God's Green Earth, I got a laser range finder and an ass load of neat little toys the best of which had to be the 10 by 42 Leupold Ultra M3A scope one of the best rifle scopes on the planet. The M24 I found must have been a match model or something because it was chambered for the powerful .300 Winchester Magnum, this discovery however was nearly trumpeted when I saw lying on a bench was a Barrett M82A1 the military's .50BMG sniper rifle! I snapped the M24's case shut. Also much more important to me was the medical supplies that the dead soldier who shared the truck bed with me had. He'd been a medic, once. He had a bandage on his left arm obviously covering a bite; he'd been shot in the head by what had to be an M16 due to the three small .22 caliber bullet holes in his temple.

In his kit was that new gunk or whatever that clots blood really good to stop bleeding I applied it to my gunshot wounds and took some mild pain killers. Sean and Jill were gathering the soldiers' weapons and ammunition… They surely didn't need them anymore, but we did and if we ran into more survivors we'd have weapons to arm them with if need be, and you can never have too many weapons in these situations. All in all we had eight M16A2's, three M4A1 carbines, one m249 SAW machine gun, a broken MP5 submachine gun (broken as in three pieces of shrapnel were jammed through several important parts of the weapon), one M24, and one M82A1. We didn't find any side arms but we still found plenty of magazines for the Beretta and Colt all were empty but I could load them later. We'd also found a lot of ammunition and plenty of grenades and satchel charges.

-Spesth! -Splesth!-

Splashes lots of `em, like an army was crossing the creek… We'd been fallowed and from the amount of splashes there were a lot of them coming.

“Jill, how good are you with that K98?” I was looking into the park but a hill blocked my view.

“Pretty good,” She cocked her head to one side, “Why?”

“Get on top of the truck with that and my Savage, we've got a lot of zombies comin' and this is where we make our stand.” I handed her the duffle bag. “Sean get ready, I'm guessing there's at least a few hundred of `em.” I grabbed an M16 and several dozen magazines flipping the safety off and to three round burst. I hope this won't be our last…

Their moans filed the air, Holy Christ in a fucking hand basket! I might have actually under-fucking-estimated their numbers! Holy Shit! They came forward in waves of undead flesh, a solid wall of zombies; a siege tower of dead writhing corpses. Jill shot first, the roar of the 8 millimeter was deafening, but it was a firecracker compared to when me and Sean opened fire. He had the SAW, I had an M16. The zombies fell in waves as well, me and Sean fired in controlled bursts aiming for the heads of our attackers. I fired and fired, they just kept coming! I'd actually used up about five magazines in two minutes!

Tatatat- Tatta- ping!- The receiver on my 16 burst open as it double feed and the super heated barrel exploded both rounds, the gun was done for I simply threw it into the pulsating horde of zombies. I unslung the Kalashnikov and aimed down the primitive sights. I targeted, ironically enough it was a ghoul who wore his US marine uniform who I found in my sights, and I put a 7.62 round through his forehead ending his un-life and the surreal experience. I kept firing until the magazine ran empty.

“How many are there!?” Sean had switched to an M16, but it looked like it was having a malfunction and he was trying to fix it, even as six zombies charged towards him. I drew the .44 one handing it and sighting the ghouls' heads, all six heavy slugs burst their target's head open like a melon. I holstered the revolver and grabbed another M16 and emptied it into the horde, as I went to reload a monster charged towards me. Luckily the M16 had a bayonet on it which I rammed into its skull, he'd been a big fat man in life easily four or five times my 127 pounds of weight on a 5' 6” frame when he fell the `16's barrel couldn't withstand it. It bent and snapped in half rendering yet another M16 useless.

I grabbed up another M-16 and emptied more rounds into the pulsating horde in front of me. Their moans filled the sky with a deafening madness of death. I fired and fired switched empties for fresh magazines. It all seemed pointless the mass of flesh was reaching for me still despite the thousands of rounds being poured out to halt it. I ran out of fresh M-16 magazines, fully nine hundred rounds of 5.56NATO had been thrust into this horde, and had as of yet served only to create speed bumps for the zombies.

I drew out my Beretta, firing into the horde. I quickly emptied all of my magazines into the wall of corpses; I jammed the empty pistol into its holster. I grabbed the M24, it had the iron sights on it instead of the scope and I'd loaded it while the weapons were being rounded up.

I sighted the nearest zombie, I fired. The round's report was truly massive a deafening explosion that put even the 8 millimeter to shame. The round struck the zombie's face and its head literally exploded off replaced by a fountain of blood. I worked the bolt and fired again and again and again until it ran dry and my ear rung a deafening dial tone. The horde was thinning out. I grabbed the .50 cal and jammed its barrel into the mouth of a zombie who'd almost gotten the jump on me.

“Game over!” I shouldered the massive rifle and fired. I thought the 300 win mag decapitated its targets, the Barrett obliterated them, and the head was not only blown OFF by the round it was incinerated by the muzzle flash. The report was so loud, I didn't hear it only a momentary absence of sound and I could feel the blood from my right ear and my balance slowly disappearing and my legs fell out from underneath me. My equilibrium was gone. I unslung the AK and reloaded it; I forced myself to a sitting position against one of the truck's tires.

“FUCKING LEAVE ALREADY!!” I screamed, unable to actually hear myself. I aimed down the sights and squeezed off rounds into the faces of my attackers. They fell to the sides as more pushed pass their dyeing brethren; we'd killed many but not nearly enough to save ourselves. The Kalashnikov ran dry, I knew because I no longer felt it recoiling when I pulled the trigger. I tore the magazine from the weapon and inserted a fresh one. I racked the action back and started firing into the horde again, my rounds more inaccurate by the second. My shoulder wound had reopened, to my amazement the bullet had popped out, but I was bleeding worse than before. I thought to myself as I watched a zombie fall; Is this the end for me? Backed into a corner, firing blindly into a horde of undead monsters with a Kalashnikov while slowly bleeding to death from a wound dealt by an M16, deafened by a .50 caliber's report? Screaming my defiance to the unyielding mass before me, deaf to my own plea? Fighting with all my might only to become overwhelmed by their sheer numbers and devoured in the end anyway? Good, I can live with that! I fucking killed a ton of them first anyways! Let them come and try to kill Kazuki Ferret!

“You'll have to earn your meal you cock suckers.” I managed a weak grin. The Kalashnikov fell silent; I'd fired off all my magazines for it. I pulled out my .44magnum, swiftly reloading the large revolver. Then a zombie, whose legs I'd blown out with the Kalashnikov gripped its boney hand onto my left leg. A bullet, most likely from Sean went low and cut through part of my leg. I screamed in pain as I blasted the zombie's face off, “SHOOT THEM NOT ME YOU BASTARD!!!”

I aimed the magnum at the pulsating swarm in front of me, “Damn Zerg RUSH!” I fired

To Be Continued in Act 5….