Spencer hit the floor of the train and opened up, his shotgun blazing. He emptied his clip out the window, the buckshot making sparks and blood fly. A pair of grapples launched toward him, and he rolled out of their way. They hooked onto the train, locking solidly. Spencer's katana was out in a flash, and he severed one of the ropes from the spikes. A Reaver came flying towards him on the other and kicked him to the floor of the train. He knelt down, a knife in hand. He was brutally deformed, the flesh of his forehead gone and his skull laid bare. In a flash, Spencer picked up his katana in a two-handed grip and shoved it into the Reaver's head. It froze, lifeless. With a jerk, Spencer ripped the blade upward, and it tore out of the back of his head and torso. Spencer kicked the laid-open body out of the train and drew his shotgun once again.
Gask grabbed Sadie and dove to the floor just seconds before one of the massive grappling hooks tore through the side of the train, spearing the seat where she had been sitting. "I'll get back to you on that offer," he said as he pulled his pistol out and began firing on what must have been he Reavers. Jeremiah was out there somewhere, but Gask dare not raise his head to the windows. He would have that man's blood before this was done.
Artie was done running. He had it with feeling useless and pitying himself. He felt he was being sent to his death already, what's stopping him? NOTHING!!! He put his crossbow on his shoulder and readied his nail gun to shoot. He rises up into a crouching stance, surveying the train to make sure no sneaky little bastards were creeping up on him. After a satisfying look inside the train, he focused his concentration outside. Giving a cautious peek out the window, he sees no one was fixed on his particular location. He had the element of surprise. He looked once again around him inside the train to be sure it was clear, then he pointed the crossbow out the window. He let an arrow fly at a Reaver trying to set up another grapple. The arrow hit a shoulder, causing a second Reaver to look in his general direction. Still being out of the Reavers' scope, Artie let another arrow fly. The second arrow hit the second Reaver in the neck, dropping him instantly. Artie thought it wise to do a little moving to help prevent giving up his position. He wasn't a soldier by any means, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know to stay down.
The second Reaver had just made it to her truck his breath trailed from his mouth visible on the air. Eve smiled at him again as he lunged for her she spun awkwardly in a round house kick and knocked him to the round. Almost falling herself she took hold of the trucks hood and steadied herself. The Reaver pulled himself up and gave a low growl. Eve growled in return low and dangerous. The Reaver look disgusted, no doubt he’d rather be hearing her scream in pain. She was done crying over these things the first fight had been enough. Eve ducked low as a grappling hook was slung at her it caught the Reaver and he raised his head howling. The grapple tore through his stomach and ripped him away from the train. Eve lined her sight up with him and fired before ducking down and rolling under the truck. When she peered out from beneath it, she noted that her shot had made its mark in the Reaver’s head he was now dangling from the grapple like a marionette without a master. The end of her gun smoked and Eve aligned it with A reaver that was headed for the passenger carriage, she fired into his back and he jerked about before turning to face her. The shotgun had made a small crater in his stomach it was pooling with blood. An intestine slivered from the open wound and he fell to his knees, then onto his face. Something tugged at Eve and she looked behind her a Reaver snarled before dragging her backwards a glinting dagger between his teeth. Eve put her boot into his face and tried to raise her gun. The Reaver not deterred ripped the leg of her pants with the dagger narrowly missing her leg. On his second try the knife slide through her skin like it was butter. Eve screamed in pain then kicked him in the head several times the Reaver turned to retrieve a crude spear from behind her Eve turned to face him and grabbed a fistful of his hair. She dragged her hand down his bloodied face and the Reaver watched stunned as she put her mouth to his cheek. He screamed as she bit him and tried to stand up his head slammed against the tail shaft of the truck and he laid still a gash on his head ebbed with crimson. She stuck her fingers into the wound and scooped out a grey substance, then dropped it shaking her head. What was she doing she had to get up on the fifty Cal of the truck. Eve clambered out from under the truck and looked about the carriage she was on. From above a set of hands grabbed her head and slammed it against the carriage’s floor
Chris Loaded onto the train, they'd come and rounded him out of the bar without even giving him a chance to go back to his room to get his pack. "Someone will get it for ya" one of the English told him. He didn't get a chance to talk with Eve, he wondered what she must think, to wake up and find him gone with no explanation. Chris, Mika, Spencer and, a still obviously drunken Louie were the first ones aboard the cabin. All he could do was sit and wait for Eve to show so he could explain himself and make sure she was alright. He hoped she hadn't hurt herself after he'd gone. I never should have left, he kept telling himself. He ended up worrying himself to sleep. He woke to Louie patting him on the back and handing him a cup of offensive smelling urine. As Chris tried to discern the meaning behind it, grapples began tearing through the windows. The sound of gunfire overwhelmed the air, making the screams in the background barely audible. The calm that once was the cabin had turned into total Chaos. Chris was unarmed, he had no idea where his crossbow was, and had no idea what was going on.
Everything had been peaceful, a little awkward, maybe, and Mika's headache still nagged her. Then chaos erupted all around them and Mika found herself lying flat, shooting any Reaver faces that appeared. Hatred and hunger seemed to press in on her brain, almost as if the Reavers were bombarding her mind. She trembled with the assault and shot more of them in a frenzy.
The blast of icy cold had displaced the warmth of the cabin, the sudden jolting shock of the transition, coupled with the familiar surge of adrenaline, sent Chris into a primal animalistic state. It didn't matter what was happening anymore, all that mattered was survival. “Everyone up Hawk wants this train secured now!” It was Eve, walking through gunfire non-chalantly as if nothing were happening. Chris called out to her but she didn't hear. He had to get to her. Then he saw them, he saw Spencer sink his katana into one of their skulls as they tried to board the train. Reavers. Chris needed a weapon, he picked up a shard of glass and headed to the back of the cabin following Eve. He shed his thick overcoat, it would only impede his movement and flexibility, a disadvantage he couldn't afford, not if all he had was a shard of glass to protect him.
Artie saw Chris running toward him. He seemed to have a purpose besides mere survival. His eyes were wide, but he seemed unarmed. "CHRIS!!! ARE YOU HURT?!?!?"
Eve lifted herself from the floor of the carriage her nose was bleeding profusely The Reaver forced her back down by her head and Eve moaned accepting it. She could hear a clinking noise he was doing something. It sounded like he was sharpening a knife. He grabbed a slump of her hair and pulled her head back the knife was rested on her forehead. Eve felt sick, by the gods he was going to scalp her. She looked about for her gun it was by the front wheel of the truck. She couldn’t pull the revolver because of the way he was holding her. Eve reached up and grabbed the Reaver’s hands annoyed he slashed it. Eve howled as its tip ran across her left eye. Muck was bubbling from it but she didn’t time to worry about the wound. She caught his hand before it could go down any further and with a quick twist snapped his wrist before he could retorted. She yanked her head from his grasp her scalp was burning from where hair had been pulled. She turned and took the revolver putting it to his temple. “Eat this,” she screamed pulling the trigger. She climbed up on the fifty Cal and prepped it. It was time to teach these mongrels a lesson.
Mika crawled a little closer to a hole in the side of the train and swung the shotgun to it. A Reaver face appeared, snarling, and she blew it to bits without hesitation. There was a truck...they had to have some kind of transport... She saw herself, a bullet intersecting her raised head. Mika threw herself flat again and a bullet cut the air right where her head had just been. The Reaver's determination, the lust for killing, the lust for lust's sake, the viciousness, all pressed in on Mika's mind, triggering senses she hadn't had before. It intensified and she felt rather than saw an axe spiral through the window and take Spencer's head off. "SPENCER GET DOWN!" she screamed, hoping he'd hear her before it happened.
Chris stayed low to the ground, remembering everything he could from the brief on both Stealth and Close Quarters Combat. He made quick, deliberate movements with cat-like grace. He came across one of them who'd sucessfully boarded the train. He slashed at his throat with a burst of movement so fierce that frightened even himself. he followed it up with a 180 turn, plunging the shard deep into the reavers chest and using the momentum to knock him backward. Chris quickly climbed on top of him, checking for weapons, any weapons, As he did he noticed for the first time that he had no lips, they looked to have been burned off, giving his pale scar covered face the look of a bare skull. He found 2 jagged foot long daggers, the blades rusted and caked in old blood, the handles made of what looked to be human bones. Chris took one up in each hand. He tensed his muscles for warmth and proceeded down the cabin. Slashing at anyone he didn't instantly recognize. "CHRIS!!! ARE YOU HURT?!?!?" Chris dove behind cover with his friend Artie, he looked him up and down making sure he was unharmed and struggled to remember how to talk. "Eve!" was all he could manage over the hail of gunfire. "Where!?"
Struggling to understand his friend's incoherent rant, he pieced together that Chris was looking for the woman he had just sat next to. "She went out to the trucks." he said as he ducked some bullets crashing through the window above him. He looked at Chris after coming up to see his friend was focused on her. He had never seen Chris like this before. He wasn't sure what was wrong, but he figured it had something to do with the Orlock woman. "We're going to the trucks, aren't we?!"
It was harder to work the fifty Cal with one eye then Eve had thought it would be she turned the gun and tweaked the zoom on the scope a little until she could see where the Reaver transporters were. She had no hope of hitting the Truck with the 50 Cal unless she wanted to hit the train also it was to close and Eve didn‘t like the odds.. She jumped down from the 50 Cal and a Reaver threw himself at her from the carriage in front. Eve swung the handle of the revolver at him and grinned at the cracking sound his jaw gave. He lifted his head and she punched him again this time he stumbled back. She allowed he to stand looking witless while she retrieved her shotgun he lunged at her and she swung it like a cricket bat. It connected with the Reaver’s chest and he fell from the side of the train.
"SPENCER GET DOWN!" Mika screamed. Instantly, Spencer dropped. An axe came spinning in through the window and embedded itself in the far wall of the train car; right at the level of his head. The broken glass showered around him. He rolled and came up, firing out the window at the assailant. The shots rang loud, and the buck sprayed the Reaver's red blood through the air. Spencer shot a glance at Mika. From her position, there was no way she could have seen that coming from where she was. "How...?" He didn't have time to finish. Three more Reavers swung into the train. He leveled his shotgun and blazed away, emptying his clip into them. The b******s were tough. Even with large pieces of their bodies missing, they still came. He felled the last one inches from him with a shot to his face. Gore, brain and bone matter, and metal exploded backward.
They didn't have time for 'how' and Mika couldn't have answered that anyway. Instead she concentrated on where she felt the rapaciousness coming from and realized she knew where... "Three there." She said, pointing to the left outer wall of the train car, "One on the roof, two here and," she accompanied this by a blast of the shotgun dead center to a Reaver's face as it lunged through the gap, "HERE."
Chris burst into movement, rounding the corner and rushing through the doors onto the next car where the trucks were located. Arthur was close behind. He paused, momentarily stunned by the powerful sensation of cold. the car was uncovered and the frigid winds rudely reminded Chris that he was no longer wearing his coat. His body quaked violently. He needed to keep moving or he'd freeze. He saw a Reaver jump over his head onto one of the trucks. Then he saw her. "Eve!" he called to her, as he began climbing the truck. "Arthur C'mon!"
Wherever Mika was getting this intuition, it was spot-on. Just as she indicated the one on the roof, it swung down on the right side of the car. Spencer drew his katana, and laid into the Reaver, slashing down his torso, then spinning to deliver another cut that removed his head. Again, he switched weapons as the two other Reavers clambered through the opening on the left side of the car. Spencer dropped and opened fire, again shredding their flesh.
"SH*T!!!" he said as he followed Chris up the truck. He just got the nerve to stand up and fight, and now he'd have to kick it up yet another gear. Arthur had no idea where he'd get another boost to carry him into the faces of these Reavers. Now that he knew Chris was intent on rescuing this Eve, there was no way in Hell he could lose his adrenaline rush. "I hope she's worth it, man!!! You might be risking a friend for her!!!"
Mika had the good sense to stay down out of Spencer's way as he slashed and cut. She winced as blood spattered and one of the Reaver's heads fell, glaring, just in front of her. The second one on her side of the train tried to come through the gap before she could reload and she caught it in the throat with her harpoon. The blade stuck there for a moment before she gave it a good shake and ripped it back out of the Reaver's neck, watching the dying Reaver fall away from the train, gouting blood.
"Eve!" he called to her, as he began climbing the truck. "Arthur C'mon!" Eve looked down to her boyfriend from the fifty Cal and wiped a little of the fluid that was leaking from her left eye. “Chris, you okay?” she asked. A Reaver Dropped onto the carriage from the next Carriage and Eve shot him with the revolver and watched as he fell from the train and rolled under the wheels of the train.
"What the hell are you doing out here by yourself?" He asked as he surveyed all the reaver blood in the surrounding area. Another one attempted to catch him and Art by surprise but Eve make quick work of him with her revolver, she was no pushover. "You're lucky me and Arthur got here in time to rescue you!"
Eve gave a hollow laugh, “Where were you five minutes ago when I lost my left eye. Seriously Chris I can handle myself, I don‘t need babysitting. I‘m no girly, girly cry baby.” She couldn’t help but grin was that look in his eyes actual concern for her wellbeing?
"You're lucky me and Arthur got here in time to rescue you!" "YEAH!!!" Arthur, no longer caring about his well-being, was a little more eager to engage the Reavers. He saw one fling itself behind Eve. His only souvenir for making the trip would be a crossbow arrow in the throat. A perfect trade. “Where were you five minutes ago when I lost my left eye. Seriously Chris I can handle myself, I don‘t need babysitting. I‘m no girly, girly cry baby.” He looked at Eve closely and couldn't help but ask. "And what the f*ck happened to your eye anyway?!"
"Jesus Christ your eye!" Chris cursed himself for not noticing. He had to get her to the Doc. "We have to get back inside, Eve. I'm not babying you, I just think we should all stick together, we have a much better chance of survival if we're all watching each other's back. Everyone knows you're tough, you don't have to prove anything to anyone!" He yelled over the howling winds from between chattering teeth. "By the way, Eve this is Artie. Artie, Eve. Let's get the f**k out of here."
Eve glared at Artie, “My eye got gouged with a knife, No doubt I‘ll get an infection who knows where its been…Thanks for consoling me on that…not” "By the way, Eve this is Artie. Artie, Eve. Let's get the f**k out of here." Chris said “NO,” Eve shouted, “we don’t have time to worry about a f***** doctor I mean for f**** sake he‘s probably dead. We have to get rid of these Reavers no one is touching my damn eye with these mongrels around. They‘ll bump the train and then you‘ll be sorry. We need to get up to their trucks and take them out. I tried the 50 cal it‘s to risky because the trucks are so close to the train.”
