(When there's) Something Strange
... in the neighbourhood. Who do ya call?
In this case, not the Ghostbusters.
Disclaimer: The Counter-Strike series does not belong to me.
Never thought I'd ever get down to writing this. As always. Anyway, this is about an extermination team that does, well, jobs too big for normal exterminators.
Review/email me if you want to join the fic, only two vacancies have been taken.
Squad Leader: Headshot (my ever-faithful reviewer and friend)
Rifleman #1: Rifleman #2:
Sniper #1: Kesenai (me)
Sniper #2:
Machine Gunner:
Actually, I'm not so sure whether we can fill up all the vacancies in the first place... if more want to join I can increase the size of the team.
---
The truck thundered down the bumpy road at high speed, much to the dismay of its cargo.
"Hey!" screamed a SWAT officer, pounding on the metal wall separating him from the driver. "We ain't inanimate objects here!"
His reply came in the form of a laugh. "Thanks for the encouragement," the driver said, slamming the pedal to the floor.
The rest of the SWAT team tumbled over each other in a heap of weapons.
They'd never gotten an assignment like this before. Some gibberish about "aliens, attacking everything in sight, need SWAT team". So basically they were there to prove that there were no aliens, especially in a shopping mall in the middle of nowhere.
As a result they were packed into the back of a truck and driven through a baking desert. Why did they have to send the SWAT team for something so small? And their superiors had armed them to the teeth, with M-16A1 rifles, grenades, Kevlar vests... why would they be so foolish as to believe this?
But they had no time to debate over this, for they had reached their destination.
They spilled out of the back, all eight team members, weapons gleaming in the sunlight, which beat down mercilessly on everyone's backs. With considerable reluctance, the team put on their goggles and set off into the mall.
---
The first thing that hit them was the stench.
"What the..." one whispered, pointing a gloved finger at the wall.
A fresh spattering of blood.
And underneath it, a disemboweled body in a fresh pool of the same substance, features twisted in a grimace of horror.
On full alert, the team swept the area with the barrels of their weapons.
Nothing.
"Split up, team," the leader ordered, trying to hold back a fresh wave of nausea.
And so in two teams of four, the SWAT team scouted the area for evidence of the so-called "aliens".
---
Nothing seemed to be amiss, until the officer peeking around the corner flew backwards with a scream, and started thrashing around wildly.
A yellow crab had attached itself to his face.
Or what looked like a yellow crab.
It was a bulbous orb with four spindly legs, and it seemed to be enveloping his head rapidly, paying no attention to the screams emanating from within it.
The rest were petrified.
Finally, the body ceased all movement, and what used to be an officer crashed to the floor.
What got up, however, was a mutilated mass.
"What the he--"
The creature let out a high-pitched moan and advanced, rather slowly, towards the team.
They snapped out of their trances.
"OPEN FIRE!"
The zombie was ripped apart by a hail of lead. Screaming wildly, it fell heavily, blood spurting from the wound in its chest.
Its trajectory was rather strange though. As it fell, the body buckled at the back, and it fell off the second-floor railing, hitting the ground floor with a squishy thud.
The officers stared down at what used to be a comrade.
But they whirled around and saw a wave of the creatures moving slowly but steadily towards them...
---
Team Two had a similar experience.
Theirs came in the form of another creature that moved rather strangely, its long frighteningly clawed arms flailing from side to side. Its skeletal figure looked deranged.
At least, it looked deranged until it attacked.
Then the officers made the decision that it was deranged.
Its claws tore through a man's Kevlar vest like a hot knife through butter, his ribcage shattering along with it. Blood splattered on the floor as he stared, dazed, at his own heart beating feebly on the floor. His whole body followed soon after.
Another's .45 magnum shots landed just fractions of seconds too late as the zombie nimbly leaped from support to support. As it made the final jump, the man's pistol ran out of ammunition.
The claws raked his skull, straight through his head protection, and hot blood filled the remains of his helmet. He collapsed, surrounded by a pool of his own lifeblood.
The remaining two officers opened fire with their assault rifles and pistols, but to no avail.
Claws slicing through legs, both dropped to the floor, only to be impaled by their foe's sharp weapons.
Team Two was down.
---
Team One's job wasn't a walk in the park either. The zombies were more resilient than they thought, and already one had succumbed to another of the crabs. Grenades proved to be effective, but the two remaining men had already used up their supply, and their ammunition was running dry.
Soon both were down to knives.
One was overrun quickly, his screams muffled by the mob of moaning creatures.
As the last one plunged his weapon into another zombie, another of the pesky crabs landed on his head, blocking out the sight of his enemies.
Its gaping mouth covered his face, suffocating him. Acids dissolved his goggles and went straight through his eyes, sending pain shooting through him. Mucus clogged up his nose and mouth, cutting off his air.
Trying to judge where his adversary was, he positioned his knife over his head. Unfortunately, he did not know that headcrabs were thin creatures.
And it only occurred to him as he plunged the knife inward with all his might, piercing through the headcrab and straight into his face.
---
Meanwhile, the driver was not in the least bit concerned about the fates of his friends. They were SWAT; they'd be fine. So, he continued blasting the stereo with heavy metal music and eating sour cream and onion potato chips.
There was a loud thunk! on the back of his truck, and he jerked upwards, momentarily distracted.
Crash!
The source of the noise had moved towards the cabin, and landed on the windshield. Its grinning face leered at him.
The driver resisted the urge to scream. It was actually true. There were aliens.
"H-Hhh-Hello..." he said slowly and cautiously, his voice cracking, reaching under the dashboard for his M3 Super 90 shotgun. In moments, he'd have that thing riddled with buckshot holes.
And then the strangest thing happened.
"Hello!" the undead zombie shrieked shrilly, plunging its claws through the windshield.
---
Well, how did ya like the first chappie? I thought it was kinda gory, so maybe I should move it to the R section.
Remember, R&R if ya wanna join!
... in the neighbourhood. Who do ya call?
In this case, not the Ghostbusters.
Disclaimer: The Counter-Strike series does not belong to me.
Never thought I'd ever get down to writing this. As always. Anyway, this is about an extermination team that does, well, jobs too big for normal exterminators.
Review/email me if you want to join the fic, only two vacancies have been taken.
Squad Leader: Headshot (my ever-faithful reviewer and friend)
Rifleman #1: Rifleman #2:
Sniper #1: Kesenai (me)
Sniper #2:
Machine Gunner:
Actually, I'm not so sure whether we can fill up all the vacancies in the first place... if more want to join I can increase the size of the team.
---
The truck thundered down the bumpy road at high speed, much to the dismay of its cargo.
"Hey!" screamed a SWAT officer, pounding on the metal wall separating him from the driver. "We ain't inanimate objects here!"
His reply came in the form of a laugh. "Thanks for the encouragement," the driver said, slamming the pedal to the floor.
The rest of the SWAT team tumbled over each other in a heap of weapons.
They'd never gotten an assignment like this before. Some gibberish about "aliens, attacking everything in sight, need SWAT team". So basically they were there to prove that there were no aliens, especially in a shopping mall in the middle of nowhere.
As a result they were packed into the back of a truck and driven through a baking desert. Why did they have to send the SWAT team for something so small? And their superiors had armed them to the teeth, with M-16A1 rifles, grenades, Kevlar vests... why would they be so foolish as to believe this?
But they had no time to debate over this, for they had reached their destination.
They spilled out of the back, all eight team members, weapons gleaming in the sunlight, which beat down mercilessly on everyone's backs. With considerable reluctance, the team put on their goggles and set off into the mall.
---
The first thing that hit them was the stench.
"What the..." one whispered, pointing a gloved finger at the wall.
A fresh spattering of blood.
And underneath it, a disemboweled body in a fresh pool of the same substance, features twisted in a grimace of horror.
On full alert, the team swept the area with the barrels of their weapons.
Nothing.
"Split up, team," the leader ordered, trying to hold back a fresh wave of nausea.
And so in two teams of four, the SWAT team scouted the area for evidence of the so-called "aliens".
---
Nothing seemed to be amiss, until the officer peeking around the corner flew backwards with a scream, and started thrashing around wildly.
A yellow crab had attached itself to his face.
Or what looked like a yellow crab.
It was a bulbous orb with four spindly legs, and it seemed to be enveloping his head rapidly, paying no attention to the screams emanating from within it.
The rest were petrified.
Finally, the body ceased all movement, and what used to be an officer crashed to the floor.
What got up, however, was a mutilated mass.
"What the he--"
The creature let out a high-pitched moan and advanced, rather slowly, towards the team.
They snapped out of their trances.
"OPEN FIRE!"
The zombie was ripped apart by a hail of lead. Screaming wildly, it fell heavily, blood spurting from the wound in its chest.
Its trajectory was rather strange though. As it fell, the body buckled at the back, and it fell off the second-floor railing, hitting the ground floor with a squishy thud.
The officers stared down at what used to be a comrade.
But they whirled around and saw a wave of the creatures moving slowly but steadily towards them...
---
Team Two had a similar experience.
Theirs came in the form of another creature that moved rather strangely, its long frighteningly clawed arms flailing from side to side. Its skeletal figure looked deranged.
At least, it looked deranged until it attacked.
Then the officers made the decision that it was deranged.
Its claws tore through a man's Kevlar vest like a hot knife through butter, his ribcage shattering along with it. Blood splattered on the floor as he stared, dazed, at his own heart beating feebly on the floor. His whole body followed soon after.
Another's .45 magnum shots landed just fractions of seconds too late as the zombie nimbly leaped from support to support. As it made the final jump, the man's pistol ran out of ammunition.
The claws raked his skull, straight through his head protection, and hot blood filled the remains of his helmet. He collapsed, surrounded by a pool of his own lifeblood.
The remaining two officers opened fire with their assault rifles and pistols, but to no avail.
Claws slicing through legs, both dropped to the floor, only to be impaled by their foe's sharp weapons.
Team Two was down.
---
Team One's job wasn't a walk in the park either. The zombies were more resilient than they thought, and already one had succumbed to another of the crabs. Grenades proved to be effective, but the two remaining men had already used up their supply, and their ammunition was running dry.
Soon both were down to knives.
One was overrun quickly, his screams muffled by the mob of moaning creatures.
As the last one plunged his weapon into another zombie, another of the pesky crabs landed on his head, blocking out the sight of his enemies.
Its gaping mouth covered his face, suffocating him. Acids dissolved his goggles and went straight through his eyes, sending pain shooting through him. Mucus clogged up his nose and mouth, cutting off his air.
Trying to judge where his adversary was, he positioned his knife over his head. Unfortunately, he did not know that headcrabs were thin creatures.
And it only occurred to him as he plunged the knife inward with all his might, piercing through the headcrab and straight into his face.
---
Meanwhile, the driver was not in the least bit concerned about the fates of his friends. They were SWAT; they'd be fine. So, he continued blasting the stereo with heavy metal music and eating sour cream and onion potato chips.
There was a loud thunk! on the back of his truck, and he jerked upwards, momentarily distracted.
Crash!
The source of the noise had moved towards the cabin, and landed on the windshield. Its grinning face leered at him.
The driver resisted the urge to scream. It was actually true. There were aliens.
"H-Hhh-Hello..." he said slowly and cautiously, his voice cracking, reaching under the dashboard for his M3 Super 90 shotgun. In moments, he'd have that thing riddled with buckshot holes.
And then the strangest thing happened.
"Hello!" the undead zombie shrieked shrilly, plunging its claws through the windshield.
---
Well, how did ya like the first chappie? I thought it was kinda gory, so maybe I should move it to the R section.
Remember, R&R if ya wanna join!