<spoiler=wolf> sorry to do this too your last post mate.. but I'm running with Sosa's. So Christian is still downed on the ground. I'm going to make Andrew try to help me, but retreat when he sees the soldiers.. sound ok? sorry again mate
Christian could hear sounds, make out shapes, but everything was still incredibly vague. He saw the world through a blurred lens, like everything had had its edges grabbed and stretched a bit. And the fog now bellowed from everything, like some sort of never ending smoke machine. He heard a man screaming and yelling, then felt hands grab at him, slap him, and grab at him again. Where they zombies? was he about to get eaten? Guess his luck was finally out. No.. zombies bit, they didn't try to drag you.
Christian tried to make out the figure that was helping him; tried to desperately re-call the events of the last 30 seconds.. but he couldn't. Nothing made any sense anymore, every time he tried to think his head just hurt more. Hell, his everything hurt. Damn he could use a smoke. Shame he broke the deck. At least he had more in his bag, didn't he? he couldn't remember anymore.
Another roar from in front of him brought his mind back to the present. The huge zombie was bearing down on him again, at least that would give Blue a chance. That was all that mattered, Blue. He tried to call her name again, but was cut off by loud noises from his left, very loud noises. Loud and distinctly familiar noises.
He was back in Africa, the six man team was bearing down on a small village, they had been refusing to pay tribute to the local Warlord. The orders where simple, make an example of them. No expenses where to be spared. The village was small, maybe fifty people, tops seventy. A few AK's and some tech-9's. Nothing imposing. The sniper fire first, dropping and armed guard. Several more shots followed, quick, merciless, unnervingly accurate. In the confusion that followed the assault began in earnest. Everyone was killed, the men, the women, the children. The armed and the defenseless. The healthy and the sick. Everyone. The chatter of gunfire didn't die down tell almost an hour after the initial attack as they went back over all the fallen bodies and placed rounds in their heads, just to make sure the job was done right. No expense was to be spared. No life was to be left unclaimed. It was all buisness.
The gun fire, the gun fire resounded through the street, unrelenting, heavy, and close. The gigantic zombie veered of its charge at him and raced towards the new threat; stumbled, then went down, its body literally shredded by bullets. He heard orders being relayed. military? Christian again tried to sit up, but to no avail, his body disobeyed him. Then he saw them emerging from the fog; well armed, cloaked in black, they looked like something out of a bad war movie. But they didn't move like that, they where raw efficiency, two raced off towards the drug store. Too Blue. They where going to save her. Blue was going to be alright. Another three started sweeping the building, every action, every movement, every detail of the sweep was perfect. Raw efficiency, these guys made elite commando units look like toddlers. Christian realized he was in awe. Then one approached him and offered him a hand. He was going to be alright. Mustering all the strength he could he propped himself up on his shoulders, then reached for the mans hand.
"Please. Please. You've gotta help me." He stuttered, the words wheezing out of his lungs. "And, you've gotta help her. Please. Don't let her die." Christian pointed towards the drug store. "Blue." He where the last words he whispered before his strength betrayed him; the adrenaline seeping out of him as the knowledge that he was safe, he was alive.
