Walking back out, I discuss in my head, the nature of the infected. It seemed they were not disease ridden, they were not physically disfigured, on the face of it they looked as human as myself. Their problem seemed more of a mental one. I couldn't quite determine what though. I stop at an intersection and look for any sign of my girl. I can faintly hear another gunfight, it was intensifying. A screeching roar flew overhead and erupted on the buildings beside me.
I head over to where it came from and I'm met with a monstrous war zone. Two sides of the infected were fiercely fighting each other in the street, the blinding flashes of guns explosions dazzled my senses as the ground shook to their every war chant, scream and movement. Neither of the opposing forces showed a shred of daunt as they fought for whatever cause they had in their mind, if they had one. I hid myself behind a low wall and watched in fascination as the battle between two armies of freaks raged on.
I noticed a group of the infected had drawn themselves to side of the road and were moving up. They were flanking and would soon meet with me if they got close enough. I had to move. Keeping my head below the wall, I slink forwards passing misfit troops, just inches from me. Finally I lunge into the lobby of some residential building. And wait under a window for the flankers to walk by.
Lindsay was getting further away from my reach with every moment that passed. I couldn’t sit around much longer. I was feeling disheartened, I felt my chances of finding her were now against me, my real chance of finding her was lost back at the Deli. I peered my head up and looked out at the mascaraed of blood. The reality of the situation was hitting me hard, anxiety and realisation was twisting my head. But no, I wasn't giving up. I had hardly begun my search. My emotions were being replaced, I felt stronger, my head had been twisted and the outcome was unrelenting rage. Anger had reinfused my own cause to find her and I had the means to do so.
The flankers had arrived. The trio of freaks were staying cautious behind the low wall. I unleashed my Sub machine gun, hauled myself out the building and took out all three with quick swipe of aim and fire. I was about to take cover and plan my approach but I had been seen. Though members of the infected cheered for me. They celebrated me and from the crowd, I was pulled in to the march. I had no way out, I was pushed more and more forwards along with thousand of armed grunts all with the same mindset, kill the other side. We were getting closer to the frontline. I could see the the ones already there, being gunned down within seconds. This was bad, I didn't have an inch to move, I feared what was about to happen, I was trapped in somebody else’s war.
The other side seemed stronger, yet no one was falling back,. Then the enemies really upped the ante. From over the hill two gunships came into sight. No way could the infected organise such a war effort, could they? Bullets came by at immense speed and numbers. The thudding sound of penetration took over the whole soundscape. Blood was gushing out of the standing corpses infront of me, the weight of which began to overthrow the whole march and like a sequence of dominoes, the army was falling. I was shunted to the ground under dozens of bloody freaks. The gunships continued to take out the rest and I was again stuck, only now under the weight of hundreds of bodies. Only my head was free.
The overkill of bullets had finally stopped, only one chopper remained, while the other had returned over the horizon. I scoped around, while trying to free myself. I see just one man standing, waving their arms up to the chopper. I couldn't believe it, It was no man, it was my beloved. What was she doing? I wasn't sure of her motives, trying to get the attention of the gunship. I had no time, finally another chance to reunite with her, to be complete once again. I was struggling to get out, all I could do was squirm and fidget my body, try to worm myself out of this literal death hole. My eyes turned back, to Lindsay, she was still waving, frantically. Finally, I had an arm free. The chopper started to turn. I squirmed some more, faster and faster I tried to escape. The chopper was now facing Lindsay, panic had overridden my system, my heart was pounding. Another arm free, I pushed down on the bodies and slowly lifted myself up. The chopper now hovering right over her, I quickly noticed an RPG still in the clutches of one of the fallen. I jumped for it, got back on my feet and fired. The force of the RPG threw me back, I caught a glimpse of the chopper spiralling down and heard it crash behind the buildings away from us.
Once again, I picked myself up and I saw Lindsay still standing there. With a mask of fear on her face, she sprinted away. I wasn't ready to let her get away this easily - all over again. I followed suit and ran for her.
Edited by ainsz, 13 June 2013 - 12:32 PM.