Rabbaddon slipped backwards his head cracking on the grill of the large behemoth of a truck he dropped down rolled out of the way then leaped onto the wall at the road side looked for hawke and swooped down like a bird preying on a feast. “AAAARRRRGGGHHH” He screamed.
Hawke dropped the Axe and rapidly drew his Desert Eagle from its holster at his waist he raised the gun to meet Rabbaddon who’d launched towards him. Bang. Hawke fell back into the snow blood sprayed across his face and Rabbaddon on his chest. Hawke looked into the white beady eyes of the dark skinned warrior his face of pure evil and his matted her hanging down like dreadlocks. Both men rolled as the large warrior tried hard to bit off Hawke’s nose. Hawke suddenly head butted the brute pushing him back and trying to fire a second shot.
Rabbaddon backed off from the pain of the head butt looked back at the Captain saw the gold of his Desert Eagle and swiped his fist down towards the Captain.
Hawke felt the punch from the fist of the large brute. He used what strength he had and fired the gun. The bullet spiralled into Rabbaddon’s shoulder taking a chunk of flesh from him. Blood sprayed everywhere. Hawke staggered back turning to meet the gaze of another warrior. Hawke fired. The shot took the men’s neck clean off.
Rabbaddon stumbled back the pain from his shoulder taking its hold on his strength. Rabbaddon dropped seeing pieces of his own flesh spread across the snow. He looked up at Hawke then grabbed at a chunk of his own flesh and slammed the black meat in his mouth. He felt the pain reel into his system and blacked out. The female Veridian with the shaved head and the sub Machine gun blazed bullets across the hull of the lead truck and grabbed at Rabbaddon pulling him back with one hand while firing with the other. The Warriors began to slow in their attack having seen their leader beaten they began to lose face in their pursuit of fresh meat instead taking their own dead. Yet still the attack went on. As Veridians tried hard to get to the convoy yet hailed back by gun fire.
Hawke took his Desert Eagle in a two handed grip firing off shot after shot keeping the Veridian’s at bay. Now their leader had fallen they appeared to be slowing in their attack. "Keep firing. as long as we maintain a wall of fire around the convoy we can keep them back." Hawke called out.
The B****** we attackign her truck. Helena didn't like that. She knew that if she stoppe dmoving, it would only be easier for the truck to become overwhelmed with the screaming canibals. She did some fancy steering to shake a few off, while not losing control of the massive truck. She took the shotgun,pointed it out the window, and fired one handed at the nearest Veridians.
Eve jumped in fright as one of the Veridian landed upon the hood of her truck with a dull thud. In his hand he carried a primitive looking axe that was chipped and marred with blood. He raised his arm and let out a melodious laugh that had Eve raising her own arm to cover her face. The glass smashed as the Veridian slammed the axe into the windshield and the glass rained down on her with a tinkling sound. Ever could feel the glass in her arms but years of her own self mutilation to her arms made them more tolerant to the cuts. The Veridian leaned down towards her face just as Eve took her hand away to look at the road, she had to keep the truck moving. She quivered as he licked the side of her face, revolting. Dried blood that stunk of decay and small pieces of tattered flesh that he had stuck to himself rubbed off on her face and she gagged. She held her breath trying not to sob. The truck had to keep going. She tightened her grip on her pistol how had he not seen it yet? His slimy tongue trailed down to her neck and Eve screamed as he bit into it. Blood was pumping from the wound tracing its way down to her collarbone and spilling down onto the fur of her jacket. Eve lifted the pistol with a shuddering hand keeping her eyes on the road tears spilt down her cheeks as she felt for his skull. She prayed he would remain biting her throat with his filed teeth and in his lust for her flesh he did. Eve pull the trigger and pumped a bullet into his skull. His teeth slide from her neck wound and blood sprayed to inside of the cab Eve gagged again as she was drenched in his life fluids. She pushed his lifeless form from the truck and it caught under the wheels of the grumbling beast crunching as it made its final impression upon the snow.
Hawke holstered his Desert Eagle again taking another clip for his SA-80 and removed the old clip slamming the new one in hard. He turned to his left and fired three shots. Gunning down another Veridian. Hawke moved his gun left to right back to left firing on single shot. If anything the Veridian’s were easy enough to drop the problem was they were in great numbers. As both Hawke and Louie walked forwards the convoy followed behind. Hawke looked to see both Gaston and Spencer fighting in close quarters with the Warriors. Hawke looked at Louie. Then back at the Veridian’s. “Whatever you do don’t let them get close or we’ll lose the moral ground.” Hawke said allowed.
Arthur, manning the stubber, spotted a group of three Veridians. Two of them were armed with swords, and the third, wielded a pistol. The pistol packer fired shots at the truck, totally oblivious to the watchful eye of Artie. He smirked at the shots, because from where he sat, it looked like a low budget light show. The smirk wouldn't last long, the longer Veridians were still alive, the longer they can be considered a threat. He wouldn't have that on his watch. Getting comfortable in his spot on the Behemoth, he squeezed the trigger and killed the swordsmen first, as they were the closest to the truck. One swordsman was hit in the heart and crumbled instantly, clutching his chest on the way down. The second was gunned down by a couple of head shots and had no chance to scream in recognition of his imminent death. The third Veridian, the one armed with heat, moved in at a deliberate pace. Undoubtedly a professional, or at least, as professional as a Veridian can possibly be. The shots fired were starting to reach the shield that protected Artie. He wasn't able to lock on and kill this cannibal. And as the Veridian closed ground, he say it was a woman. She had a warpaint, or a tattooed face. Whatever the case, she was not going to die by his shooting, he wasn't good enough. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST DIE, BITCH?!?!?" Just then, she made a move for the side of the truck. Stupid move on her part, for the woman they picked up was aiming out the window, waiting for such a gift to fall into her lap. Arthur watched the Veridian jump on and jump off, almost in the same breath. Only she would never breathe again. As her body laid in the snow in fetal position, he made sure she wouldn't make any battle sequel.
Hawke turned to Steward “Whatever you do don’t let them get close or we’ll lose the moral ground.” Hawke said a loud. Lewis ceased his gunfire and gave the thumbs up to Hawke, “I’ve got a little something, something for them sir,” “Watch this” he said gently hitting Hawke on the shoulder, Stewards own bruised shoulder gave a twinge of pain from the gesture. Placing his arm inside his coat he revealed a grenade slug for his gun laying in his hand “Packing them for rainy day” he placed it into the launcher of the gun and took aim at a large group of Veridians ‘PMFFFF’ the rocket was released soon followed by a large explosion……. Screams and gurgling came from where the shell had landed “Eat sh*t….. looks like you already do” he said followed by a smirk. “How many of them beauts have you got left son?” said Hawk in a quizzical tone “jus 5 sir” “Well don’t go wasting them” “Yes sir” smiled steward Quickly getting pack to his knee Steward rattled bullets at any of the savages that he could see. “How’s that leg of yours sir?”
Eve let out a howl of pain as a Veridian woman let an arrow fly from a crossbow. It slammed into Eve’s shoulder pinned her against her chair. She squirmed and yelped in pain as the wound throbbed in torment. She grabbed the CB radio, “I‘m hit,” she managed to say between gasps of pain. She dropped the hand piece and let it dangle from its cord raising the pistol she aimed it and pumped a bullet into the woman’s ribcage. As she convulsed and slid from the heap of stone another took her place. Eve took her out before returning her attention to the road in front of her. Turning the wheel one handed she let the truck out of the convoy of trucks and ran a small group of screaming Veridian down. Their bodies rolled out from the backend of the truck limply flopping about. Reversing the truck she swung it round to a larger group and pushed down on the accelerator. The truck screamed with the rev and jolted forward at an awkward pace jumping about on the uneven surface. Eve’s shoulder throbbed with each jolt as she bowled the crowd over. The truck swallowed them up and Eve could just make out the moans of one Veridian whose arm was caught mangled in the front fender. Her rage consuming her, Eve played with the truck trying to make her victim stay put on the fender while she dragged him along. His legs caught under the tire and Eve revved the truck resulting in his arm being torn off. The truck was beginning to look like it belonged to some homicidal maniac. Eve felt as though she was at that moment, she swerved the truck into another group before bringing the truck out towards the convoy. The other Orlocks adjusted their speed to make a gap for Eves truck to take its rightful place back within the convoy.
“I‘m hit” The doctor spotted a blood-splattered truck coming back into the convoy. He could see Eve through the shattered windshield. He ran in front, waved it to slow down and jumped inside. Adrenalin coursed through his veins as blood and bullets prevailed over the battlefield. It was an all-too-familiar chaos. "Bloody hell, you're quite the mess," he said upon taking a closer look at the Orlock. "Is that a bite wound on your neck? You been having kinky sex on the job, lady?" He disinfected the wound, applied a styptic, swabbed the other scratches and cuts, then turned his attention to the most obvious one. "Crossbow bolt, eh?" He gave her a shot of morphine for the pain, and then grabbed the projectile by the shaft. "I'm gonna pull it out, okay? This will hurt like an absolute bitch, I'm afraid, but it needs to be done. On three." Taking a leaf out of Mika's book, he pulled it out on one.
“F**k,” Eve shouted as he pulled out the bolt. She was expecting that to come at two. Obviously the doc was wise to that. The morphine made her feel woozy, but she kept her hands on the wheel determined to make it the only thing she was thinking about. “As for Kinky sex I f***** him alight. With a bullet right between the eyes. That‘s the last time of those licks my damn face.” Eve shuddered at the thought of it, then gave the doc a wicked grin, “thanks for the quick response.”
“How’s that leg of yours sir?” Asked Louie. Hawke looked back over his shoulder at Louie. “Just hunky dory.” He said sarcastically. Turning back Hawke noticed the Veridian’s were beginning to slacken in numbers. “We’ve got ‘em beat.” Hawke Called. "Well there's less of 'em" He said allowed again.
Spencer lobbed off another head as the chaos around him grew. His katana was drenched in blood, and his white camo was marred with spatter. He heard a female voice bark out an order, and the crowd of Veridians around him backed up. One of them pushed her way through the crowd. She was dressed in tightly-wrapped skins, a necklace of frozen eyeballs about her neck. "This one's mine," She said, her voice an eerie mixture of sexual innuendo and murderous threat. She held a crude axe in each hand. Spencer readied his blade. "Come get me." He responded, his voice flat. She charged forward with blinding speed, swinging the axes wildly. Spencer ducked the first, and deflected another off his sword. She spun and struck again, and he rolled away. When he came up, he charged in, seeming to dance as he moved his blade. She attacked again, and he missed a critical block. One axe bit deep into his shoulder. He jerked, wrenching it away from her grasp. He stumbled back and tore the axe out with his free hand. She charged towards him again, reflexively, he threw it one-handed at her. It hit her chest squarely, the impact knocking her onto her back. He ran to her and slashed, removing the hand that held her last weapon. Standing over her, he inverted the katana and raised it over her. With a yell of rage, he stabbed the weapon through her. He then replaced it in its scabbard and withdrew his shotgun yet again. He slapped in a clip and reloaded as the other Veridian onlookers rushed back to rejoin the fight.
Omar applied pressure to the wound. He could tell she was getting a bit light-headed. He tried talking to her to keep her alert: "surprising amount of hot girls on this mission. Since when did fighting for your life against disgusting cannibals become such a chick-sport?" Disinfectant was running dangerously low. He'd have to head back to the Behemoth and re-stock. "Anything other parts of your body that require my magic hands?"
From nowhere came the screeching sound of an explosion followed by more. Bang, bang and suddenly parts of the roadway caved in with a loud roar of an explosion. Louie’s rocket had hit a running pip and sent a backdraft of flames running across somewhere to an old gas cylinder still filled with gas. The explosion ripped up the road head of the convoy blowing several Veridian’s apart limbs and heads came away as whole bodies were ripped apart. Both Spencer and Gaston were thrown high. Gaston landing across one of the iron fences slamming hard he slid to the floor cracking his head on the way down. A gash formed across his forehead creating a line of blood dripping down. He passed out from the impact. Spencer had been thrown across the street opposite Gaston his elbow been the first thing to hit a solid brick wall. Spencer slid down bruising painfully from the slam. His weapons landed mere feet away. The last of the veridians near the ghosts were flayed alive one ran around screaming. Hawke made a comment about the Veridian who ran rampantly covered in flames his arms and legs alit he screamed. Hawke had said something about looking like a giant chicken. Spencer looked up pain ridden bruised but very much alive and lucky. Gaston however laid unconscious. The explosion back tracked down another underground pip below the road and exploded near the lead truck nocking the main truck’s front. David was thrown forwards hard slamming into his wheel while Mika slammed hard across the back of his seat winded. Artie fell forwards his head slamming into the stubber creating a gash across his forehead. The explosion blew out off the road taking a wall and the six Veridian’s near. Both Hawke and Louie stumbled to their chests with a slam across the snow covered road. Both pulled themselves back up clutching weapons.
"surprising amount of hot girls on this mission. Since when did fighting for your life against disgusting cannibals become such a chick-sport?" Eve snickered at the docs comment her eyes rolled up for a moment then she shook her head. “who said it was for men only?” she considered adding she was raised for the fight but decided it didn’t matter, he would want to hear her mindless dribble anyway. "Anything other parts of your body that require my magic hands?" “No,” Eve replied “I’ve kept you long enough, the truck and I have a little more lawn mowing to do.” A tower of flames lit the landscape and Eve stomped on the brakes, “holy s***,” she shouted. She winced as she leaned down and hooked the cord of the CB around her finger pulling it up to her. “Everyone alright?” She scanned the flaming corpses for any friendlies and decided if there was no reply she’d get out and make sure everyone was okay. The heat was making her sweat. On the front of her truck the fat of the arm she had caught their had began to burn orange licks of flame reaching out from it.
Omar squinted through the smoke. He could just make out Hawke, staggering to his feet. If he was there, others might not have been so lucky. That was a big explosion. "Alright, feel better, sweetheart. Try not to move around too much. If you start bleeding again, call me." With that, the doctor jumped out of the open window, the blanket of snow breaking his fall. He stumbled through the thick white towards the plume of smoke rising ahead. He reached Hawke and Steward after a few minutes, panting heavily. "Okay... gentlemen. You... you got any more... injured... for me?"
Once the explosions had stopped the team found themselves alone again the Veridian’s had conceded and began to move off.
Hawke jumped back into the main truck and picked up the CB radio as David was settling back into his seat. “Get the doc up front Gaston’s down.” Hawke announced. Smoke had covered the area and Hawke urged the group to move on quickly since they were nearly through Old France it made no sense to stick around. “Doc you and Spencer get Gaston in Eve’s carrier. Then Spencer I want you up front in the main truck.” Hawke said again. Mika looked up blood dripping from the small gash in her head. Hawke turned to David. “Get this thing moving we need to be gone now.” Hawke said as he dropped back into the cold while pulling the scarf from his mouth and nose he then lit up a large fat cigar.
Eve was tired her eyes squinted until the smoke had cleared. The Doc had gone off to help anyone in need so she figured it was best if she kept her truck moving after a check up. She stopped for a moment and jumped down to evaluate the front end of the truck. It seemed stable still, she pulled the arm away that had been hanging their and flung it into the snow. The doc had said don’t move around much. She figured this passed as not doing much. She checked the truck over and frowned the windscreen was to far gone for a small repair. She’d have to deal with the cold.
Hawke felt that relaxing feel he always felt when he lit up. The smoke drifted in away with the soft wind. Though at the moment Hawke felt the warmth from the flames that had surrounded the group. He looked at the convoy and admired the fact they’d done well to fight off and evade opposition. Hawke looked at Louie. “Get back to your truck Steward.” Hawke had said whilst climbing into the leads passenger seat.
"Be very careful moving him," the doctor told Spencer. "An unconscious man wont resist if you twist him the wrong way. You could end up dislocating his limbs, or severing his spinal cord. Let's just get him up nice and slow..." Gaston was a heavy son of a bitch. Omar was glad for the other guy's help. "So," he said in a conversational tone. "You two are the big badass Ghosts, eh? Somehow I imagined you'd look more fiercesome or something... Ya look just like your average grunt."
