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Dead Men Walking
Topic Started: Nov 28 2014, 02:20 AM (70,904 Views)
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Darren didn't need any more convincing; as soon as Eli told him to go, he went.

The truth was that he was worried for his sister as well. In hindsight, he had wished they had agreed to meet up and escape together. He knew why he had told her to stay away. It was because he didn't completely trust Eli and his 'friends' yet. He knew they were allies now, but it would be hard to say what they would think of each other after all of this had ended. They were still a potential danger -- he wanted her far away from that. Even if it meant leaving her in potential danger here, at least there were people that would look out for her. Especially if Cory and Andrea were both dead.

The wheels on the car spun screeched against the ground as the car surged forward. He was already pointing east, so he would go east to get out of here. Gunfire started ringing around him as he went, but none of the shots made contact with anything important. He swerved through the gas station attached to the complex, onto the street, and straight through the back gate. He was sure he heard something crunch as the car plowed through it, but the gates were not strong enough to stop a determined car.

"Shit, man!" Darren almost laughed in celebration as the complex faded behind them and they entered the suburban sprawls of Green River; "Did you get them? Cory and Andrea?"

* * * * *

As the getaway car was making its escape, Cory burst from the front door of the Building D. The last of the rapidly disappearing smoke rose from the open door. The bodies, empty shells, and bullet holes served as a tribute to the fight that had been taking place. But he saw the direction that the car was going in. He had an idea as to where they might be going. And he was not about to let them get away.

The militia he had assembled finally seemed to be organizing themselves. There were about twenty-five of them here and in fighting shape. They looked at him expectantly; Cory looked at the fleeing car.

"All of you are with me." Cory barked the order. "We're finishing this!"

* * * * *

Despite the fact it was the middle of the night, Darren drove quickly. He didn't want anybody to follow him. Apparently, Eli had friends nearby that he needed to rendezvous with first. That was fine by him. He could go, drop off Eli, and then hopefully he could part ways with him and his group there.

Eli had confirmed that Cory and Andrea were both dead. Darren was relieved as could be, but didn't want to scrounge for details right now. Maybe he could take advantage of that fact and slip back into Green River and meet up with his sister. That had been his real plan from the start.

"Hey, is that them?" He pointed to the bridge over the river, where a set of headlights were in place.
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“Must be,” Eli answered.

Emily had given him a location over the radio, so the rendezvous hadn’t been difficult to arrange. As they approached, Eli stood through the sunroof and raised his arms.

“Guys, it’s okay!” he said. “It’s me!”

He didn’t know if they had guns pointed at him, but it was a reasonable suspicion. He wanted to make sure they didn’t open fire accidentally.
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Emily sighed in relief as Eli identified himself. She stood in the bed of Antonio's truck with the BAR set up on the roof facing his direction.

"Come on guys we've gotta move." she said eagerly hopping down and climbing into the van.

...

"I'm sorry." Brandon repeated as he struggled to remove the kevlar vest he had on.

As he did so he caught a glimpse of himself the window. His breath caught in his throat and he maneuvered to get a better look at himself in the rear view mirror. His nose was bent to the side at an extreme angle, that doctor hadn't bothered to even reset it, there wouldn'thave been much point as she saw it he had to concede. His left eye wasn't as swollen as he'd thought, he could open it and see his own eye. It was completely red. He couldn't see anything out of it though which meant he'd been blinded, maybe for good. His left cheek was just a big red bulge. His right eye was badly bruised. He was sporting a nasty split lip too.

"He didn't get a single word out of me..." he murmered with a mix of pride and anger.

Brandon tride not to pride hinself on his looks. He knew he was good looking but his smug self-assuredness was only a joke. His anger was less that he would never be as handsome as he was,time would have done that eventually, it was that every time he saw his reflection from now on he'd see Cory's handy work. He'd just have to try and see it as a time he stood his ground and didn't allow himself to be defeated. That pride would win out, he would forget the pain and forget Cory.
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Nolan breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of a relatively unharmed Eli. He was particularly glad to have both him and Brandon back -- Nolan had his taste of the mantle of leadership and it was stressful. He had been doing a good job of not showing it, but the weight of all those lives was heavy. His muscles were so tense that he felt physically weak -- though that could also be the lack of sleep. Adrenaline and fear had been keeping him going this long, but he found himself really looking forward to getting some rest now that this incident was behind them.

"Where's the truck?" Nolan called out to Eli as the beat up car moved closer.
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“Jimmy should be heading back to it now,” Eli answered as Darren closed the gap between the two vehicles. “I’m sure he’ll catch up.”

He felt himself relax a little. He was out, Cory was dead, Brandon was alive, everyone else was safe – nothing about this night had been good but it could have been a lot worse.

“Everyone, this here’s Darren,” he said after, before Nolan or anyone else could ask. “He an’ his sister helped me get to Cory and back. He’s gonna come with us for just a little bit, until we find someplace he can lay low while things shake out at Green River.”

He looked back at the camp. Lots of lights were on inside now – maybe all of them. Cory had already woken a lot of them up after seeing the fire. The bomb would have awakened the rest of them.

“I’m with Emily, though,” he added. He wanted to see Brandon, but that could wait. “We should probably be anywhere else right about now.”
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If there was one thing worth keeping from this encampment, it was definitely the hummer. Cory did not know how the community had gotten themselves a decked out military hummer with a mounted 50 cal, but he didn't need to know how they got it -- it was inconsequential. It was here and that was all that mattered. After flipping a few switches and pressing a few buttons, the dashboard lit up and the engine roared to life fiercely before dimming to a powerful purr. Cory grinned in anticipation; he had not had a chance to really try this monster out yet.

Cory was behind the wheel, but he also had a man in the passenger seat, the back, and the gunner position. The rest of the war band was also ready. There were also four police cars, each one with two more soldiers. Then there were three motorcycles, each with a driver and an armed man in the back. And finally the modified 18-wheeler -- it had a snow plow on the front and small bunker welded on top of the trailer that could house a few extra gunners. The last 8 soldiers were housed on that monster.

The united rumbling of their engines was music to Cory's ears. His heart raced in anticipated of chasing these assholes down and blowing them apart. This was firepower that nobody could rival.

Nobody.

The air horn from the 18-wheeler boomed through the night air. Everyone was ready. He slammed on the gas and the hummer surged forward towards the gate with this newly acquired fleet of cars close behind.

* * * * *

The man known as Darren peered his head outside and waved briefly to greet everyone. Nolan met his eyes almost immediately and the two of them recognized each other almost instantly. He was one of the guys that had attacked and hijacked Brandon! They had tried to kill him! Nolan grimaced at the sight -- he opened his mouth to say something about that to Eli, but was cut off.

Vooooooooooooooooom!

In the distance, the deep rumbling of an air horn bellowed. But it was held down long enough to give Nolan the impression that it was... moving. Any joy that he had was snuffed out and replaced by panic. They were not out of the woods yet, far from it. Green River was not done with them yet! Whatever Eli and the others had done, it had only made them mad. Darren was the last thing on his mind at that moment.

"Yeah, we should be going now!" Jen pointed a ball of lights on the other side of the bridge. "They're coming!"
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Eli flinched and his shoulders seized up at the sound of the horn. He didn’t know what Viking war-horns sounded like, but if he had to guess, he would have guessed something like that.

Cory is dead, Andrea is dead, he thought frantically. Who the fuck is leading the charge now?

Danica gave the impression that those two bodies would create a vacuum. He had counted on the fact that with them gone, it would take a while for that vacuum to get filled. Hopefully by someone better and nobler, but even if that hope turned out false, he figured it would take time.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” he said.

Of course, that didn’t matter. Who cares if it doesn’t make sense? All that matters is it’s happening.

“Go!” he cried out at Emily.

Quickly, he ducked back through the sunroof.

“You too!” he shouted at Darren, and nudged him hard in the shoulder.
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Darren.

Brandon knew the name. Knew the face too. He grabbed the shotgun next to him and reached for the door when the sound of a horn shattered the relative calm. It reminded him of St. Thomas. That was a battle horn. Brandon stopped everything and instead scrambled into the back and over those seats to get to their bags as the van took off. It was there somewhere.

After a few moments of sifting through their gear he found it. Emily had scavenged a bulltproof vest while she was going station to station. Breathing heavily he passed it forwards.

"Put that and the vest I brought onto Connor and Kelsey." he instructed.

Meanwhile he returned to searching, finding his carbine and setting it to automatic. They were coming for them, Brandon might have been in bad shape but he could still pull a trigger just fine. A truck that big was going to struggle with hills, that gave them an advantage. It also couldn't turn as easily. He doubted they were just dealing with a truck though. They'd have cars, probably a few faster than their van. Brandon kept the BAR within arms reach.

"Eli. Your friend know what we're dealing with here?" Emily asked over the radio as they sped away from the scene.
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If Darren had any expressions deeper than a frown right now, he would be wearing it. Even though he had only seen him briefly, he recognized the brown haired young man with the freckles. He was the man that was with the blonde that they had kidnapped earlier. That meant Eli and his group were the ones they had attacked earlier. His plan to drop off Eli and go was more imperative now than it had ever been. But that had just become an impossibility with the appearance of Cory's fleet. Not only were they outmanned and outgunned, but there was no way that this ragtag band of misfits would be able to outrun the majority of Cory's cars.

As they sped town the mostly cleared out road, Darren glanced in the rear view mirror and could tell they were already losing some ground to these guys. It would only be a matter of time before they were in firing range. And he could only hope that Eli's group had some decent firepower to back itself up, because he sure as hell didn't have anything right now.

"A lot of cars and a lot of guns." Darren told Eli the answer to the question that the radio had asked. "Are you absolutely sure you killed Cory? Did you shoot him in the head?"
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Eli’s frown mirrored Darren’s. His report had been lacklustre, but Eli thought back to what Pablo said on the side of that road. Before answering Darren – whose question was equally frown-worthy – Eli pressed down on the button of his radio to address Brandon.

“Supposedly, they got a big rig with a plow, a hummer with a mounted machine gun,” he said. “Who knows what else.”

He released the button and stared forward at the road ahead.

“I don’t know,” he had to admit. “I shot him three times. It was chaotic, and I had to worry about Brandon. I thought he was dead.”
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Darren was pushing this beat up old Honda to about 90 miles per hour right now. He hoped that the gunfire from earlier hadn't torn up the engine any. If it had, then they were in some serious shit. The suburban landscape of Green River was fading and the five lane freeway was narrowing down to three lanes as basins and rocky hills started framing their slight incline. This incline might be the relief they needed, or it could be the straw that broke the back of this Honda.

Voooooooooooooooooooooooom! Vooooooooooooooooooooooooom!

The air horn from the truck boomed from behind them. Every time the horn bellowed, it was closer than it was before. Though Darren hardly needed confirmation of that, they were clearly visible in the rear view mirror behind them. The plethora of headlights was closing in behind them, probably about a football field away at this point.

"He was probably wearing a bulletproof vest like everyone else." Darren slammed a fist against the steering wheel. "Dammit!"

It was his fault; Darren knew he should have warned Eli about that explicitly. If he had, maybe he would have taken the time to make sure that Cory was dead. But he hadn't said anything. He implied that Cory might have a bulletproof vest on him without actually saying anything about it. Or maybe Cory was dead and the rest of his militia was just trying to get revenge for him. Maybe someone had managed to rally everyone together. But would they really keep fighting like this if Cory and Andrea were both dead? Darren didn't think so.

What I think doesn't mean anything, Darren needed to remind himself. If they start firing off that 50 cal, we're all dead. That thing will tear through these cars like butter. All we can do is move faster!

A few of the police cars behind them abruptly turned on their spotlights and directed them toward the retreating convoy. Darren squinted as the bright lights reflected off the rear view and messed with his vision. The only reason they would have to shine their lights on everyone was... Shit!

"GET DOWN!" Darren roared.

POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW!

* * * * *

Jen's eyes widened as the 50 caliber started firing away. Every bullet ripped out a chunks of the road around her, sending a fléchette of concrete sailing through the air where it sprinkled on her and Antonio's pickup truck, which was to her left. She realized the precariousness of her position and weaved to the right and back, dodging the never ending spray of bullets.

CRACK!

A swearing pain tore through the left side of her abdomen; at the exact same moment, her left mirror exploded violently from the impact of a single bullet. Another loud impact hit down near her left foot a second later and her motorcycle lurched violently to the side, but she was able to unsteadily recover. She didn't feel any pain in her leg, so she figured she was okay down there at least. At she was still breathing, it couldn't have been that bad. As long as she could shift up and pull ahead of everyone, she could still get out of here.

POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW!

Her core vibrated with every shot that landed near her. She felt for the gear shift with her left foot. But she couldn't find it. She desperately tried again, but there was nothing for her to feel down there. Had she lost her gear control? She risked a glance down and her heart sank. No, she had lost her entire foot. Panic gripped at her.

BOOM!

Jen didn't need to look back to know what that was. It was a a tire bursting. She already knew for sure that she was done -- this was as far as she went. As her motorcycle wavered uncertainly, she looked through the window of the truck. Nolan was looking at her, wide eyed and with his jaw open. The blood had completely drained from his face. It was an easy look to read; he was terrified.

I'm sorry, Nolan. It could have been fun.

Jen wished, only for a split second, that he could see through her helmet's visor. She was smiling at him.

* * * * *

Nolan could only watch on in horror as a final bullet sealed the deal and Jen's helmet shattered before his eyes. The motorcycle immediately slowed down and veered hard to the right and ran off the side of the road. Jen's motionless body was ejected from the bike and came to rest in a small ditch. It had happened so fast; she was rolling off the road about five seconds after the gunfire started. Nolan barely had time to process what was happening, and by the time he did, she was already gone. He didn't even have a chance to say goodbye. Just like Monica, Jen was taken in the blink of an eye.

All of his fear was replaced with a burning hate. He wanted to murder every single one of these assholes now. Before he could make good on that promise though, reality struck. The 50 cal had turned its attention to Antonio's truck.

POWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOWPOW!

Nolan dived and made his body as small as possible. A few rounds punched through the bed of the truck, a few shattered the back window and the windshield, raining broken glass on everyone inside. But after only a few more seconds, the gunfire stopped and all he could hear was the whizzing of wind blowing through the cabin as they continued to speed down the highway.

"Nolan, Emmett! Are you guys alright!?" Antonio screamed through the cold night air.

Nolan checked himself, he was fine. Physically, at least. Emotionally, that was another story.

* * * * *

"Why did you stop shooting!?" Cory yelled at the gunner.

The man in the back relayed the message to the man who was on the gun. After receiving the message, he ducked back into the truck and looked at Cory; "The gun is jammed."

Cory hummed to himself. The gun was jammed. But they had at least one confirmed kill and their rearguard, the truck, was pretty broken up as well. It wouldn't take much more to take that down as well. All they had apart from that was a van and a shot up car. This chase was almost too easy. But then again, when one had this kind of firepower, what was there to be afraid of?

"All police car units." Cory barked his next orders into the handheld radio. "Pick up speed and take them out."
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As the Honda’s speedometer climbed, Eli focused on remaining level and calm. He tried to lock into combat mode, as he had dubbed it – a state of being where every five seconds felt like 10, where he was hyper-aware and his hands were always steady. He was having trouble achieving that nirvana, however. It seemed more and more likely that he had failed to kill Cory and the frustration and self-recrimination was keeping him from concentrating.

The gunfire wasn’t helping, either. It was ear-splitting and Eli was terrified of the damage it could do if it hit anywhere or anyone important.

Still, he managed to dig into his pack and refill the magazine on his Supergrade, one bullet at a time. He was also able to slip on his belt again. When locked into place, he immediately felt a little better.

Then he turned and looked out the back window, and that feeling washed away in a current of rage. He saw Jen’s motorcycle wipe out and could only blink as Jen’s body disappeared from view. At that speed, she was almost surely dead.

NO!

It was Mac all over again. It was Glenda all over again.

Eli thought he wanted to kill Cory before, but his anger then was nothing, he realized. The wrath that bubbled in him now – that was anger.

* * *

“Fine,” Emmett said hoarsely.

No new bullet holes, at least.

He drew his MAC-10 from under his coat, checked the magazine. He spared a glance at the side mirror. He couldn’t see Jen’s bike trailing behind them. That’s when he realized he couldn’t hear it either. He tried to gulp but his throat was suddenly dry.
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Brandon gritted his teeth. Taking cover was meaningless against a gun that big. He watched as it opened up on the convoy. It was Jen that paid. A feeling of horror surged up in him as he lost another friend. This was his fault. If he hadn't have gone for that stupid ring, none of them would have been here. He got Jen killed. He pushed aside any feelings of remorse and instead went cold like he always did.

"We need to take out their lights, the harder it is to see us the harder we are to shoot. Willow, I need you back here." Brandon said.

Willow was a sharpshooter. With this incline they might be able to get an angle on the gunner of that Humvee. Brandon began to take short bursts at every point of light he could see trailing them, either the spotlight or the people holding them, it didn't matter which he hit.
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When the gunfire stopped, Antonio took a moment to reach into the glove box and pull out a pair of sunglasses. There was so much light being shined on them that it didn't hinder his vision that much and, more importantly, they served as a windshield for his eyes. He then quickly scanned himself; he, too, was safe after that barrage of gunfire. It was a miracle that Nolan, Emmett, and himself had gotten through that brief encounter unscathed. If only the same could be said for Jen -- she was taken out so quickly that her suffering was probably brief. It brought a small measure of peace to an otherwise heartbreaking tragedy. He had liked Jen. He would make sure she was remembered properly later. For now, they needed to keep moving, lest Jen not be the only loss today.

"I am borrowing this." Nolan grabbed the pump action from the front seat.

With purpose, he twisted his body and aimed the weapon out the now nonexistent back window. In the rear view mirror, Antonio could see several sets of lights closing in on them from behind. It looked like they were making their next move. Antonio gulped and gave the truck a little more power.

* * * * *

Willow knew that Brandon was right. And after everything they had gone through, she was not about to give up yet. She clumsily made her way to the back seat with Brandon and retrieved her Ruger Gunsite. The back window of the van was already shattered from Brandon firing through it, so she had little reservations against propping her rifle onto the backrest of the back seat and taking aim through the scope. Antonio's truck was behind them and to the side, it was blocking a decent sized chunk of her vision, but there was still plenty that she could see.

The lights. The police cars each had a standard issue spotlight on them. They were very bright and very powerful; it could be blinding to look into them directly. They were using those to spot out the cars. Brandon was right -- if they could disable the lights, then they wouldn't be able to aim as well in the dark. She counted two of the spotlights approaching them now. It was difficult to take careful aim while in a bumpy, speeding car, but she did her best anyway.

KA-BOOM!

She fired her first shot. It didn't seem to hit anything. She was regretting that high more and more every second; she was still trying to fight off the relaxing effects. Though this was doing a good job of tensing her back up.

KA-BOOM!

Willow fired again. She didn't know if it was because of her, since several others were already retaliating by this point, but one of the spotlights burst into a shower of sparks around the same time.

"Don't we have anything bigger!?" Willow screamed.

* * * * *

Nolan narrowed his eyes as one of the spotlights bearing down on them exploded. But that was only one of them. There were two police cars and a motorcycle closing the distance on them now. He pulled the trigger on the shotgun again.

Click.

Shit, I'm out!

He wasn't sure if he'd been able to do any damage, but he hoped that he had at least been able to hit something or someone. Nolan then noticed an assault rifle peer out from the passenger side window of each police car. And there was a third armed man on the motorcycle as well. All of them took aim at Antonio's already damaged truck. Round 2 was on the way!

RATATATATATA!

Pingpingpingpingpingping!

Nolan took cover again. This time, though, the chassis was actually able to keep the bullets from tearing through the car. This was terrifying, but significantly less terrifying than that fucking 50 caliber. While they were expending their magazines on the truck, Nolan found Antonio's bag of bullets tucked on the ground and set about reloading a new set of slugs into it.
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"It's a .308 babe it doesn't get much bigger! Use the BAR! Hose 'em!" Brandon yelled back, handing the BAr back to her.

Movement to their right caught his attention. One of the motorcycles was coming up beside Antonio's truck. Brandon took aim and squeeze off a three round burst. The rider flinched as he was struck in the shoulder by one of the rounds, the bike wobbled a moment and the gunner on the back had to use both hands to steady himself. Brandon as about to fire again when he saw Emmett's MAC-10 poke out the window and take out the driver in a bloody burst of fire. Without his face the bike went out of control and crashed sending the riders limp corpse flying along with the gunner.

That was a good start to their revenge, but it wouldn't feel complete until every last one of them was dead. Brandon signaled to Antonion to move his truck to the side a bit as one of the police cruisers gained on them. When he got his opening he unloaded on the driver.
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