Drake scanned the room, trying to spot the walk crawling bugger. His sences were hieghtened, every nerve was on edge. He heard a scratch on the wall behind him and spun on his heel, firing at the wall five feet above Mal's head. The crawler moved just in time to escape the shot. "The little f*ck is fast."
(comon guys lets just get bac to the story)
Bildo finished it off in a second and thought well that willl do at the moment it should hold the fort *chuckled to himself* "I wonder were everyone is? and how long i was out for?" walks up to the window to see out side and all he saw was empty streets and cars and mess everything was everywere. He looked a little closer and he saw a body!!! and another wot was going on! Bildo grabed his radio and switched it on and said (chesssh) "Any body there I repeat Anybody there over (chesssh) (chesssh) Officers ANYBODY (chesssh)"
And he slumped down in a comfy seat. he heard a smash noise outside. He stood up like a shot. Looked outside and saw 3 people stumbling towards the building. And he just froze.
Malconin would have replied, but something smashed into his back, knocking him to the ground heavily. He felt something wet and slimy curl around his throat. He gripped at it hard and was surprised that he could wrestle it away from his throat. He struggled and flipped onto his back, coming face to face with the wall crawler.
"Drake! Now! Shoot the fu*king thing!"
Bildo froze untill he could hear them banging at the door. *Bang Bang BANG* they must have just come through the door he thought to himself! "comon Towza we gotta get out of here" he left his radio turned on and cliped bac on his belt just in case someone replies. From the cupboard he was locked in he went left down the corridor then he cam to a T junction Right was a door saying weapon storage and equipment. left was the door to the stairs. Without even thinking about he ran to the door saying the word weapon. The cat was being carried under his arm.
"Holy sh!t !!!" Drake would have shot before Mal had yelled, but the blast from the shotgun would have pepper Mal as well as blown the guts outa the wall crawler. Drake ripped his Desert Eagle out and fired five quick, accurate shots into the crawlers head. Mal jumped off the ground, obviously riled up, but ready to beat the next unlucky f*cker to mess with him. "Sorry bro, the shotgun would have hit you too. I would have fired sooner."
As Bildo shut the door behind him he plonked Towza on the table just inside the door and locked it behind him. He looked around the room and saw Weapons and equipment just as the door said belive it or not. He walked ova to the shelves on the left of the door. there was about 5 radios Bildo grabbed 2 and left them turned off. then he cliped them on the left side on the back of his belt next to his other radio. *the cat just sit on the table and watched him then occsionally licked itself*. He then walked ova to the table to the right and it was pistols and ammo he picked up 6 clips for his beretta 9mm and 5 round clips for his revolver. then thought for a minute then took and extra revolver and said "just incase aye Towza" walk ova to the wall and picked off a hook a 50ft rope and made it in to a massive loop and put it round his torso. last and least, walked ova to the table with the cat on and pick up the ruc sac under the table opened it and put the cat gently in the bag and dun it up.
Then he quickly walked to the door and counted to 3 "1", "2", "3". the unlocked it and opened it fast and looked blankly down the corridor. he could swear he heard something. Then just as he started to move the door to the stairs came crashing down. The three things came stumblein down the corridor and Bildo ran straight back to Staff Room. He pressed his bac against the window and took out his Beretta and took aim, he shouted "FREEZE" "DONT MOVE" "ILL SHOOT" then he took aim at the leading things leg and fired. It just kept coming so he took a better aim this time at its head and Fired, down it went then he shouted "F*CK IT". he span round and Pistol whipped the window, it shattered into a million bits. He scrambled out the window and made his way down the drain pipe, leading down to the Grand steps of the Entrance, to RPD HQ.
"Holy sh!t !!!" Drake would have shot before Mal had yelled, but the blast from the shotgun would have pepper Mal as well as blown the guts outa the wall crawler. Drake ripped his Desert Eagle out and fired five quick, accurate shots into the crawlers head. Mal jumped off the ground, obviously riled up, but ready to beat the next unlucky f*cker to mess with him. "Sorry bro, the shotgun would have hit you too. I would have fired sooner."
"It's okay," Malconin replied. "Don't explain yourself." His hands went to his throat, checking for any wounds, then roamed across his mid section and back for the same purpose. Strangely enough, he wasn't injured, not even a scratch. Looking at the creature lying dead on the floor, seeing it's massive claws and that horrible tongue lolling out of its splattered head, Malconin found that fact hard to believe.
"What did Umbrella do to you?" Drake asked. "Sculpt you out of steel. That fu*ker should have torn you to shreads."
Malconin nodded, he knew that. He bent down and grabbed one of the creatures feet and with an almighty yank, ripped one of the claws free. "It'll probably attract unwelcome guests," Malconin said to Drake as he pocketed the claw, "but I want a souvenir from this bastard."
Drake nodded with a smile. "So, all this time I'm walking into death without a worry b/c i have nothing to live for, and I worry about your well being. When in reality, you Man of Steel, and all i need to worry about is me. Well, thats a good thing. It means i don't have to worry about anything but making sure i kill more of the bastards then you do."
Drake smiled as Mal rolled his eyes. Everything he said had been true though. The whole time Drake had worried about getting Mal home safe... for his newly re-found wife's sake. Drake wasn't worried for himself. What did he have to live for. Everything he loved was already on the other side of death....
"So, now that we have that little speed bump outa the way, lets find away to blow this piece of iron sh!t to hell."
Malconin shook his head. Drake sure seemed interested in one thing and one thing only, killing more dead things than he did before they died. Malconin wasn't surprised, Drake's whole persona seemed to simply scream 'competetive'. But Malconin had a surprise in store for Drake...he wasn't about to let the man die on his watch.
((ah, ok, i went back and read. Now i'm cool. Sry))
Drake ran his fingers through his hair. "If there are any more of those bastards," he said, motioning to the crawler, "down their, it will be a problem." Drake looked over his weapons. He had enough ammo to fight off half of hells demons, and with Mal's weapons, and new found iron skin, they could probably take them all. Drake popped his fingers and looked over at Mal. "Whenever you're ready brother." The term brother came practically naturally now. Mal was definatly the kind of friend he wanted around at the end.
Malconin nodded and they proceeded down the hallway, taking the first set of downwards steps. On the floor below, they encountered their first roaming zombies, but the three were easily taken care of by Malconin, who fired all the shots, wanting to even up his and Drakes ammo count.
"We'll, I think there's definately some surprises in store for us below,"
Malconin commented as they descended another flight of stairs. The smell of blood and rotting meat wafted to their nose and Malconin very nearly gagged. As they rounded a corner, the source of the stench became visible. A barrier of rotting carcasses was blocking the hallway from floor to roof.
"Well," Malconin said, his voice muffled by the hand he was holding over his mouth and nose. "Seems like someone has gone to the trouble of making sure we have to wade through a ton of crap to get where we want to go."