Hazmat: Final Run-Role Play

"Kat," Rek said calmly and softly, after looking into Jacob's eyes for several seconds. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Make him comfortable." He turned away for a few moments to fire a few shots down the hallway as one of the spindly creatures returned, schreeching. "What ever we're doing we had better act fast."

She nodded. "One.... Two... Three!" She wrapped her arms around Jacob and pulled him off. Once off she laid him on his side and started applying gauze and bandages. "Almost done!"

Jacob slammed her off of him, and pointed his pistol at them. Blood was gushing out of his wound by now, and he forced himself up. "I told you to go!" He started to fire rounds at them.

Kat rolled from Jacob throwing her off. She was dazed, having hit her head at some point, but she still recognized the feel of dead fingers wrap around her ankle. They got a tight grip as the owner bit into her calf. Kat screamed.

Jacob grimaced as a tentacle wrapped around him and started to pull him away. "I told you to run...."

Shannon spun and started firing at the tentikles owner. "Jacob!" She emptied her clip and turned to help her mom as she reloaded. Sadly she didn't even get the spare out of her pocket. Feeling a horrible pain, she looked down at her chest. Blood was seeping down her suit. She didn't know what had pierced her, but she could hear breathing behind her. She looked into her mothers eyes before slumping. "M.... Mom."

Jacob was forcefully pulled throughout the rig and was held in front of a huge hulking monstrosity. It pulled him into it's body and started to fuse with his body, causing him to shriek in pain. "You have impeded me for the last time!"

With a look of shock, and pain on his face, Rek spun as an infected slashed at him. He tackled it, smashing it's skull with his rifle and then turned when Shannon screamed. "Kat!!" He cried, immediately spotting the zombie struggling with Kat and he brought up his sights and fired at it from his position, and watched as a spray of red exploded from it's cranium. It slid off of Kat. He shifted his sights and fired at the tentacle that was dragging Shannon back. He missed but was grabbed from behind, to which Rek ducked and slammed his shoulder into the torso of the infected, he grabbed an arm and slung it over his shoulder, then fired a few more burst rounds into the croud of infected humanoid. "Kat!! Shannon-" The lieutenant moved quickly over to her, and pushed against her. The screams of Jacob filled the hallway, and he glanced over his shoulder. "K- Kat, Shannon is..." he had to duck under a swing and fired up through the zombies jaw at point blank "...we have to move now!!"

Kat forced herself to her feet. She reached out her hand and took ahold of Reks arm. "I... I know... Go. I'm here." She didn't look back. She couldn't look back.

Rek fired straight ahead, and cleared a path, took out his last explosive, set the timer and dropped it straight away, and started running, dragging her with him.

Kat stumbled along behind him. She gasped, trying her best to ignore the pain in her calf.

Jacob weakly looked at the writing on the walls of the room he was now permanently placed in. His mind was slowly leaving, but he knew he had to save his only friends. "Hey... I can tell you where the others are hiding..." The biomass shrieked with delight and brought itself right to him. Jacob laughed and pressed the detonator in his hand, causing the explosives on his belt to go off. He was blown in half and the creature and turned into a bloody mess. The writing on the wall now clearly said, 'fuel holding tanks'

The timer counted down from ten and beeped at five seconds. Rek pulled Kat into a side passage, and up some stairs. He heaved a heavy door closed behind them and turned to her, taking her in his arms and pushing her to the floor. The room suddenly rocked and shook as the hallway they had left filled with flames and shrapnel. He held on to her, until it subsided. He rolled off of her afterwards, breathing heavily. "Where are you hurt?" He asked, his voice shaking.

***

Frank felt the floor shake beneath his feet as both him and Carlos were frown back from an open doorwaw. the gangway they were on, loosed itself and it dropped down, Frank rolled off and fell down into the murkey depths of the water below.

Kat winced. "My leg... Not now though. We need to get out of here." She tried to ignore the blood and pain.

Rek sighed, shuddering at the same time, but pushed memories of what had just happened to the recesses of his mind. "Kat..." he began softly, rolling over and pushing her back down "...stay still." He whispered, and took out his medical pack. "I'm going to patch you up, and then we'll see if we can get to the chopper." He removed a medicated spay can and shook it a few times.

She closed her eyes. Now wasn't the time to cry. Shannon died fighting. Now was not the time to break down. "Rek..." She winced, glancing over her shoulder at him. "When we make it out of here... You should come live with me." She laughed softly. "We should retire. And never pick up a gun or wear tags again." She didn't know if it was the loss of blood or the unbearable pain, but that sounded pretty damn good to her.

"Yeah," he said softly, "sounds like a plan. We could go and live in peace, and watch the days pass by..." He sprayed the can over the nasty gash on her leg, then left it to numb the area a little before he wiped it off with an alcohol-wipe cleaning the wound. He didn't have many supplies left in his medical pack, but removed what was left and tore the clothes where the wound was and applied a patch to cover to, then started wrapping her leg with the bandage. Kat had lost at least a pint or more of blood, she'd feel light headed, but live. He kept her talking, fearing she might pass out. "Where sould we live?" He asked, as he applied the bandage, "what kind of jobs would we keep?"

"I don't know. In the country. Away from people. We could write about this. Then we can forget." With a sigh she pushed herself to her knees. "Are we all that's left, Rek?" She stood.

"Sounds good." He placed a hand on her shoulder, and looked into her eyes, a sadness in his own eyes. He wanted to say something promising, but he didn't have any good news to speak off, they might not live long enough. "I don't know." He croaked quietly, and looked into her eyes for a while after.

She shook her head. "N..neither do I." She smiled weakly. "Lets get out of here." She took his hand and started limping off. "Does your com work?"