"So what are you suggesting? You want to board their vehicles and have an old fasioned pirate fight? Are you nuts?" Chris thought about it for a second and realized that she had a point. They had to do something about about those f**king vehicles. He could think more clearly if he could just get warm. Warm... Fire! Chris gestured towards the 5 gallon gasoline drums tied down to the car. "Me and art can use those drums to make some makeshift bombs." He said "... Maybe."
"Me and art can use those drums to make some makeshift bombs. He said... Maybe." “That might work, we need to make sure we don‘t burn down our own ride though. You guys make the Christmas presents and I‘ll entertain our guests.” Eve turned towards the carriages and scanned the train. The Reavers were about to get a surprise.
Chris grabbed Artie and headed for the drums. They were made of a thick plastic material. He opened one and smelled it's contents, he cursed, then stuck a finger inside and tasted it. "Sh*t, Artie, it's diesel. Where are we gonna find something hot enough to ignite it?"
Eve checked behind her Chris an Artie were working with haste. Eve sighted a reaver as it knocked her to her ground. The reaver screamed at her before digging her fingers into the socket of Eves injured eye. Eve screamed before using both feet to kick her off. Eve got to her feet and kicked her a few more times before putting the shotgun to her chest and pulling the trigger. She looked up just as a bigger male came up from her right side, Eve dodged his clumsy blow and used the shotgun to block another blow from him. Pushing him back with the gun she cursed as she tripped on her own boot and misfired. The shot bounced off the hood of her truck and she looked up her eyes glowed with annoyance. “That‘s it I‘m sick of you inconsiderate Bogan w*****s. This is the last time I let you and your friends make me hurt my damned truck. Now get away from my damn truck I don‘t want blood on the paintwork.”
"Sh*t, Artie, it's diesel. Where are we gonna find something hot enough to ignite it?" "Uhhh..." Artie managed to let out as his eyes worked in double time searching for something to spark the makeshift explosive. He looked at the ground stained with Reavers, blood, and Reavers' blood. One Reaver laid next to the truck. An idea sprung into mind. Unlike Artie, but he's been on a roll as of late. "Chris, start tying these drums together to make the bomb." Artie moved to the truck hoping he would find what he was looking for. In the side panel, YES!!! There were a couple flares sitting in the truck. "HOT DAMN, THIS MIGHT WORK!!!" he said with some excitement.
Chris hastily tied a couple of drums together at the handles, using the straps that had once secured them to the car. The only thing he could feel with his hands is a nagging dull pain, in the back of his mind he wondered if Doc would have to amputate them later. He'd finished tying his 3rd pair of drums when Arthur came back with some flares and a flare gun. Art was a f**king genius. A humvee full of freaks, six total, approached the side of the car as if on cue. Chris looked at them with a furrowed brow as one of them made eye contact and smiled a toothless smile with a hand on his exposed genitals. Chris grabbed one of his bone knives and made several pucture marks in 2 drums that were tied together, removed the caps, stood, and heaved them onto the humvee. Diesel gas shot out in viscous streams of the holes Chris had made with his knife, completely saturating the vehicle's monstrous crew. "I hope you know how to shoot that thing Art!" Chris yelled to art.
"I hope you know how to shoot that thing Art!" Chris yelled to art Eve stepped over to Chris and took her jackett off draping it over his shoulders. “Damn straight Artie,” Eve added. “send em to hell.” Eve turned to Chris, “are you okay?” she asked rubbing his upper arm gently before moving away a little to flank them once again.
Chris hadn't noticed, but he'd stopped shivering somewhere around the time he'd reached the drums. His thoughts came slower and so did his movements. He saw eves jacket being placed on him with his peripheral vision, but he couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel anything anymore. He was really sleepy. “are you okay?” Eve asked in slow motion. "Too... too late for me." he said, giving in to the overwhelming urge to close his eyes. "I... love.... you..."
“F*** it,” Eve cursed. “Artie, Chris is down.” Eve did her best to lift Chris her injured leg screamed in agony and she dropped him again. “Artie finish that hummer and come and help me put Chris in the truck. His freezing to death here.” Eve ran her fingers through Chris’s hair. “Shh, its okay baby we‘ll get you warmed up everything will be fine.”
Artie zoned out hearing what could be his best friend's last words. He acted quickly by firing the flare gun with surprisingly sweet accuracy. As it smashed into the humvee, he didn't watch it go off. He knew the plan was perfectly hashed out, and perfectly executed. He went to Eve, helping her to lift Chris' cold body in the truck. He felt the heat from the homemade explosive on the back of his neck. Chris shouldn't freeze much longer. He took his coat off to add to Eve's coat. "CHRIS!!! WAKE YO ASS UP!!! CHRIS!!!"
Chaos broke out from along the train. The sound of bullets riccoching of the trains metalwork, More Reavers began to gain entrance into the carriage from the windows. Four Reavers climbed up though the wreckage and began attacking anyone who was stood in there way. Something switched inside Stewards head, from calm and fine to raging like a demon, veins popping out of his neck and arms, his eyes turned back into the murderouse eyes, saliva frothing at the mouth. He released aloud roar and rattle his rounds towards the Reavers, he struck two dead instantly. The other two had the doc cornered. Steward ran towards the Reavers, smashing the butt of his gun straight into the Reavers skull, the victim fell to the floor with a scream, while Steward stood with the man laying between his legs, he placed his gun into the mans mouth and released the trigger, the mans head exploded splattering Lewis with blood and brains... now he truly looked liked a demon. The dead reavers comrade struck Lewis with a knife to the cheek, Steward formed a demented grin on his face he pulled his gun to fire, the reaver struck a kick to lewis's chest making him stumble. Steward was livid at the action, he charged into the reaver lifting him up by the throat he turned to the window and threw the reaver through it. Steward turned to the doctor with another sadistic smile on his face, his eyes full of cruelty, murder, insaness "Now......we're even, come on doc follow me me"
As the Doctor was about to follow Louie the side of the carriage wall blew away from a pulse blast and the Doctor slipped cracking his head hard on the way down. A sharp pain pierced his ankle and pulled him from the train. Louie watched in horror as Dr. O. Djalili was flung from the train and slammed hard into the snow blood vomited from his mouth on impact. The Reaver jeep drove away from the train with O Djalili screaming in fear for his life. Lpuie fired his gun and fired trying to hit the driver but only took the warrior on the rear of the jeep out. The jeep went wide from the running train with one of the Reaver’s climbing into the rear to torment Djalili.
Hawke caught a glimpse of Djalili screaming as a Jeep dragged him away from the train. Hawke pointed his Desert Eagle from the window and fired and fired trying to hit the driver. Nothing. He then aimed at the wheel the gun burst the tire in a lucky shot sending the jeep over in the air.
As the tire birst on the Jeep the Reaver lost control sending the jeep into a violent spin suddenly it hit a rock and spun up in the air goiong upside down on its descent. “Oh thank the lord.” Djalili said to himself. Then saw as the jeep upside in the air came down upon him.
Hawke watched as the Jeep crashed back into the snow almost on top of Djalili seeing the man was clearing distraught Hawke took the grapple gun of one of the fallen Reaver’s in his carriage he aimed and fired. The arrow flew through the air and slammed into Djalili’s other ankle and suddenly pulled him along with the train. Hawke reeled the grapple in as the distressed Dr watched Reaver’s now chasing him and throwing dagger’s at his person for sport.
Gask suddenly joined Hawke his shot gun blazing at the Reaver’s trying to stab at the Doctor. Hawke finally managed to get Djalili on the train and both Gask and Hawke pulled him aboard blood everywhere from his ankles and he wasn’t as able to walk and also felt very traumatised and weak. Gask popped up to shoot another from the windo when a small tomahawk axe spun through the window and stabbed him inm the shoulder the reaver who’d thrown it climbed abard from another Jeep and tried to retake it. Hawke shot the mans face off. The Train began to get a head of the Reaver’s still two jeeps and a truick followed and Hawkle felt the tremors of footing on the roof. Gask pulled the axe from his shoulder and sat back a half broken cigarette in his mouth.
Hawke rose up cold biting his skin and looked down at the traumatised Doctor and Gask. “We did good. We’re still alive.” He said, holstering his Desert Eagle.
Eve returned to the passenger carriage limping, yet pleased with herself. “Trucks are secure sir,” she said to Hawke. Then looked down at the Doc, he was in bad shape. Eve pondered his lively hood of making it through the injuries he had and for a short time she considered if anyone would notice if she finished him off. She decided against it and knelt down besides him. The blood flow would need to be eased with tight bandages and no doubt the wounds would need disinfecting and stitching. “Shh, it‘s okay Doc we‘ll have this fixed in no time,” she said to the screaming man. She’d give him morphine, but he was in no state to tell her now much and she wasn’t trained to know.
Hawke just punched him in the jaw knocking him out. "That'll quieten him for a bit." Hawke said rubbing his fist.
The Reavers were gone. Mika knew this just as she knew the headache that had nagged her since she woke this morning. She lay facedown on the floor of the train car surrounded by shattered glass, blood, and the Reaver's head that snarled from a few feet away. She was shivering. Pain. The rapacious hatred had gone - but not all of it - and people were in pain. Images flicked in front of her eyes of bloodied ankles, an axe, a ruined eye. She levered herself to her hands and knees, just breathing, before she made her way to the jagged hole in the side of the train that she had shot so many Reavers through and threw up.
After the long heated battle, Drake had felt a little good and a relief as well. He was both happy to kill the Reavers and survive the Reavers. He had always desired revenge against the Reavers. He remembered the day the Reavers attacked his family. His parents fought against the Reavers and distracted them. Meanwhile, his aunt had taken him to a safe place. In that fight his father, mother and aunt were killed. HIs uncle was also seriously injured. Drake returned to his seat and loaded his rifle. Drunk some of the black liquid from the bottle and settled peacefully.
Hawke punched Omar in the head and Eve watched as the man went limp against her arms. "That'll quieten him for a bit." Hawke said Eve couldn’t help grinning, she liked the way Hawke did things, “thanks sir I think this will work much better.”
Meanwhile...in Mika's brain... When the re-engineered Drekk serum entered Mika’s bloodstream six hours ago it flowed in as an alien liquid before sinking deep into her cell walls. Eighty-four percent of the serum – more than the doctor could have hoped for – was successful in seeking and finding her chromosomes. In a complicated dance, the doctor’s finest work began melding with Mika’s DNA. This new genetic coding produced by the serum and her body shot through the bloodstream as she talked at the bar with Artie and later found its way to her brain as she slept. At first it created pockets of serum that could have only been seen with an electron microscope. These were soft, and gel-like and acted as sensitive receptors to other people’s emotions. Toward morning, they began to harden into a microcrystalline form. And they began to grow. These would become replicating centers, forming new pathways and connections, a lacy crystalline network that would have unforeseen results. Unless it killed Mika first. Mika sat up and wiped her mouth, hating herself for shaking. The headache that had nagged her this morning hadn't responded well to the painkillers but instead had intensified. She tried not to be afraid but she knew what Omar had said might happen. "Where's the doc?" she asked, her voice raspy as she dragged herself to her feet, "I need to talk to him."
One instant, Spencer was fighting desperately for his life. The next, all was silent again. He stood, legs apart, over his last kill, his blade held in a two-handed grip. He breathed heavily as he let the adrenaline of battle leave him, and his mind return to the grim reality. Blood, gore, and mangled bodies were everywhere. The floor of the car was slick with the fluids of dozens of dead Reavers. Spencer himself was marred with blood, and his katana glimmered red, the large drops flowing over it and onto his hands. Letting out a breath, he reached down and cut a piece of the dead Reaver's robe free. He wiped his blade clean and replaced it. "Where's the doc?" Mika asked, her voice raspy as she dragged herself to her feet, "I need to talk to him." "If he's alive," Spencer said. "He's one car down." He stepped over to Mika and offered a hand. "Are you hurt?"
