Post by matty on Dec 14, 2016 11:22:32 GMT
The year is June the third, twenty-one-eighty-seven.
'MAKE A RUN FOR IT, KID!' yells Michael, his combat shotgun repeatedly firing down the road towards their attackers. Three Ghouls, armed with Assault Rifles and Shotguns return the fire. Their shots whizzing past the Trenchcoat dressed Ghoul and his companion. Michael couldn't mistake these Three for anybody else; Australian Robbers, still chasing a one hundred year old feud between him and their group after his betrayal to the trio. Their attacks were coordinated and overly-aggressive, spreading out as they began to pincer him in. Michael's body recoiled quite a few times, his heavy armor deflecting the high caliber shots, leaving his already flaking skin bruised, with a very dark purple color accompanying the area surrounding it. He focused on the Ghoul to his right, firing off three shots, the Ghoul's body tensing up to each shot as it penetrated his body, collapsing to the ground with a pool of the crimson life within spilling out and surrounding him. Michael quickly fled backwards, the shots slamming into his left forearms armor plating, and effectively breaking it. The child was safely inside, covering behind the concrete walls with his ears covered by his hands, with Michael by the garage doors, taking cover as he ejected the drumroll of the shotgun, and slammed in a new one, raspy pants accompanying the reload.
'You killed two people--no, two friends of mine, in the span of one hundred years, Alessi. It's time up for these little games of yours, you're dying here for killing them both.' Yelled out from the otherside of the road, the Ghoul covering behind a wooden shed. Out of either anger or desperation, Michael came out of cover, and, in a fully automatic manner with his Combat Shotgun, he fired down the entire magazine into the wooden shed. The groaning and creaking of the wooden shed struggling to stay upright was the only noise accompanying the now silent wasteland for a moment, before the Ghouls shotgun-gutted body fell to his knees, glaring at Alessi, before spitting at him, and collapsing. The same pool of crimson life spilling out of his body, and surrounding him. He loaded in a new drum magazine, and came out of his cover, his gun raised. He was interrupted, however, by the final Ghoul tackling him. His gun jerked to his right, and let off a shot, the buckshot impacting the concrete wall and peppering dust in the short area. Michael let go of his shotgun as it was wrestled between him and the Ghoul, the Ghoul frantically going to grab it, kicking the Ghoul in the crotch and kneeing him whenever he can, Michael's right hand digs into his trenchcoat, and he soon takes out a combat knife, slashing upwards, from the left to the right. He feels as the blade makes contact with the Ghouls neck, and blood rushes down onto his kevlar. Michael chucks the body off him, panting, he rips the armor pieces off himself, saying 'That was too close..'
He looked to his right, and his eyes behind the mask widened. The child was on his back, letting out calm breaths, blood surrounding his chest area. He quickly moved over, rummaging into his bag. 'No..no-no-no-no...has to be SOMETHING!' exclaims Michael, emptying the bag inside out. There wasn't a single bit of medical equipment on his entire person, and he let out pants. The child smiled, sitting upright as he looked rather tired and numb, saying 'It's okay, Daddy...I'm okay..'. Michael felt his mouth go completely dry, and the child yawned, saying 'I'm tired...Can we go to sleep?'. Michael saw no way out of this, and he nodded, the child cuddling up to him, both gently hugging each other. 'Goodnight, Dad..Love you.' said the child, nuzzling his head against Alessi's chest. He felt his body tense up, and his eyes widening as he said 'I...Love you too..Goodnight.' as he sat there.
Michael awoke, looking to his left at the child in absolute horror. His face was cold, emotionless, and breathless. The child had died in his sleep holding his Father, and Alessi just sat there for a moment, completely numb to the situation.
He gently picked up the child's body as he went out to the back of the garage, digging up a hole, and gently sliding the child into it. He grabbed his armor and combat shotgun, slamming the shotgun into the ground just infront of the grave, ripping apart the armor as he smashed and transformed it into a helmet. He put it ontop of the combat shotgun, and refilled the grave....He stood there, staring at it, his eyes showing no emotion anymore as he turned to his right, slowly beginning to walk off into the wastes again.
END.
'MAKE A RUN FOR IT, KID!' yells Michael, his combat shotgun repeatedly firing down the road towards their attackers. Three Ghouls, armed with Assault Rifles and Shotguns return the fire. Their shots whizzing past the Trenchcoat dressed Ghoul and his companion. Michael couldn't mistake these Three for anybody else; Australian Robbers, still chasing a one hundred year old feud between him and their group after his betrayal to the trio. Their attacks were coordinated and overly-aggressive, spreading out as they began to pincer him in. Michael's body recoiled quite a few times, his heavy armor deflecting the high caliber shots, leaving his already flaking skin bruised, with a very dark purple color accompanying the area surrounding it. He focused on the Ghoul to his right, firing off three shots, the Ghoul's body tensing up to each shot as it penetrated his body, collapsing to the ground with a pool of the crimson life within spilling out and surrounding him. Michael quickly fled backwards, the shots slamming into his left forearms armor plating, and effectively breaking it. The child was safely inside, covering behind the concrete walls with his ears covered by his hands, with Michael by the garage doors, taking cover as he ejected the drumroll of the shotgun, and slammed in a new one, raspy pants accompanying the reload.
'You killed two people--no, two friends of mine, in the span of one hundred years, Alessi. It's time up for these little games of yours, you're dying here for killing them both.' Yelled out from the otherside of the road, the Ghoul covering behind a wooden shed. Out of either anger or desperation, Michael came out of cover, and, in a fully automatic manner with his Combat Shotgun, he fired down the entire magazine into the wooden shed. The groaning and creaking of the wooden shed struggling to stay upright was the only noise accompanying the now silent wasteland for a moment, before the Ghouls shotgun-gutted body fell to his knees, glaring at Alessi, before spitting at him, and collapsing. The same pool of crimson life spilling out of his body, and surrounding him. He loaded in a new drum magazine, and came out of his cover, his gun raised. He was interrupted, however, by the final Ghoul tackling him. His gun jerked to his right, and let off a shot, the buckshot impacting the concrete wall and peppering dust in the short area. Michael let go of his shotgun as it was wrestled between him and the Ghoul, the Ghoul frantically going to grab it, kicking the Ghoul in the crotch and kneeing him whenever he can, Michael's right hand digs into his trenchcoat, and he soon takes out a combat knife, slashing upwards, from the left to the right. He feels as the blade makes contact with the Ghouls neck, and blood rushes down onto his kevlar. Michael chucks the body off him, panting, he rips the armor pieces off himself, saying 'That was too close..'
He looked to his right, and his eyes behind the mask widened. The child was on his back, letting out calm breaths, blood surrounding his chest area. He quickly moved over, rummaging into his bag. 'No..no-no-no-no...has to be SOMETHING!' exclaims Michael, emptying the bag inside out. There wasn't a single bit of medical equipment on his entire person, and he let out pants. The child smiled, sitting upright as he looked rather tired and numb, saying 'It's okay, Daddy...I'm okay..'. Michael felt his mouth go completely dry, and the child yawned, saying 'I'm tired...Can we go to sleep?'. Michael saw no way out of this, and he nodded, the child cuddling up to him, both gently hugging each other. 'Goodnight, Dad..Love you.' said the child, nuzzling his head against Alessi's chest. He felt his body tense up, and his eyes widening as he said 'I...Love you too..Goodnight.' as he sat there.
Michael awoke, looking to his left at the child in absolute horror. His face was cold, emotionless, and breathless. The child had died in his sleep holding his Father, and Alessi just sat there for a moment, completely numb to the situation.
He gently picked up the child's body as he went out to the back of the garage, digging up a hole, and gently sliding the child into it. He grabbed his armor and combat shotgun, slamming the shotgun into the ground just infront of the grave, ripping apart the armor as he smashed and transformed it into a helmet. He put it ontop of the combat shotgun, and refilled the grave....He stood there, staring at it, his eyes showing no emotion anymore as he turned to his right, slowly beginning to walk off into the wastes again.
END.