It was a cold and lonely day
in the city, the lone marines SSG sniper rifle cooled
his fingers as he waited for the next round to begin,
three of his friends had worked hard to take out the
automated MPMG located on the corner that had mercilessly
mowed down so many of their friends, but now they had
all left. Left him alone to face the six vampires that
he was about to slaughter, and rescue the pretty maiden
that intel told them was located somewhere in the city.
Suddenly, like the cries of a movie, the next round
of assault begins “Lights, Camera…. ACTION”
Quickly he rushed to a high vantage
point on top of the closest building to await the onslaught.
Passing the gun emplacement that had caused so much
damage, for a moment he wondered who would be evil enough
to provide these unholy creatures with such a deadly
weapon, but as the first vamp crossed into his line
of sight, there was nothing but pure concentration.
He rested the deadly rifle hard against his shoulder,
and clicked the setting on the scope, 2x, 4x 6x, rested
the cross hairs cleanly between the eyes of the oncoming
face of hell, and lightly squeezed the trigger….
Almost instantly, the scull of
his foe disappeared in a gush of blood, catapulted some
distance away by the force of the shot, the headless
corpse slumping lifeless to the floor, but something
was wrong, like a sixth sense, the marine knew he was
in trouble, as he moved the scope from his eyes, a slight
sound of dislodged tiles told him to watch his back,
spinning round he was greeted by a snarling face and
a hefty shotgun. Shooting from the hip, he pumped a
round into the legs of the oncoming vamp, stumbling
slightly; it raised its shotgun to its shoulder and
pumped off two rounds, glancing his waist, the force
knocking him to the ledge below, and breaking his leg.
Crippled, he pulled his knife
from his tunic, clasped it firmly between his thumb
and forefinger, and flung it at where he’d just
been, a tell tale ‘glurp’ and the dead vamp
fell to the ground, the knife lodged firmly in its heart.
Fashioning a splint from some
wood that was lay next to him, he bandaged his wounds
and stood up straight, walked over and picked up the
gleaming shotgun. Nice, this was going come in handy.
He crossed the street, making
for the police station, hoping for help; instead he
was greeted by another narled face, straddling his old
M4 assault rifle. Pumping a shell out of the shotgun,
he wedged thousands of metal bearings cleanly in its
chest, barely making a sound it toppled backwards and
fell in a heap on the floor, followed by several other
Quickly he ran up some stairs,
and through a wooden door, a shrill cry for help told
him he was close. As he rounded the corner, there she
was, beautiful red hair, and bound tightly in the corner
of the room. He ran over and cut her bonds. With barely
a murmur she picked herself up and headed for the door,
no amount of calling could get her back. So, pulling
his sword from its holster, he ran after her.
But what’s this? Was he
too late? A succession of rapid fire from what sounded
like an MP5 cut into his soul, as he bounded down the
stairs, the wounded hostage limped towards him, as he
traversed the gap that signalled his exit from the building
there it stood, MP5 in hand, ready to pump him full
of lead. He
swung viciously at the vampires throat, just as
its gun started to sound, cleanly the blade sliced its
neck, bullets bouncing harmlessly of his blade, before
one ricochet cut into his arm.
Not having time to bandage, he
swung round to see the gorgeous red head running away,
close to the wall. As he took off after her again he
lost sight of her for a moment. Just as he got her back
into view, a sharp pain in his hip seamed to shove him
to one side, glancing to his left he saw a mean looking
vampire, up close and personal, as he readied his blade
for some more action, facing his enemy, a large explosion
from behind him told him it was all over, as he span
through the air, he caught a glimpse of a vampire he
hadn’t seen, clutching a sawn-off shotgun.
As his shredded torso hit the
floor, and he felt the world become dark, he watched
as the hostage climbed into a waiting car, and disappeared
into the distance, safe at last.