Outbreak Chronicles: Dead Pandemic
/ Outbreak Chronicles: Dead Pandemic Chapter 110
Day 4: 1:23 A . M
Osaka Streets
Duration of the Night Rage: 4 hours and 47 minutes left
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(Kyosei's View)
As the chaos in the building rises, a prison bus and a container truck were speeding away from the chaos . The undead naturally chases the bus and truck .
"Lock and load!" I shouted and pulled the trigger of the M&P 15 . Bullets fly and the sound of sever gunfire can be heard inside the container truck . The mini gun that the moustached guy were also roaring as it spit out lead and raises hell on Earth .
AdvertisementAs expected, there are mutated clearly chasing us . I can clearly make out that they are Juggernauts and Hurlers .
"Big ones inbound! Prioritized on shooting the tangos!" I shouted .
"Aye, aye!" the moustached guy nodded and aims the mini gun to the juggernauts and Hurlers .
Me on the other hand kills the lesser undead that are still on our tail . They are really persistent .
The truck is a bit shaky, and it is hard to stand fully on the container as the truck is speeding up . However, I can still balance out myself . Mag after mag is wasted every time I reloaded and the dead that are chasing us is getting thicker and thicker as time pass by .
"F*ck, this is getting tougher and tougher!" the moustached guy shouted .
Even the prison bus is quite having a hard time against the dead who are currently still on our trail . From time to time, I need to shoot the dead that are chasing the prison bus to avoid accident that will topple the prison bus out of its momentum .
I looked back at the girl on the crates . She is still sleeping despite having her head kept on being bumped on the crate . If I was the one being in her situation, I might have wake up already .
The truck and prison bus traversed the road from left to right and most of the dead kept on following us . This time around, the moustached guy pull out a grenade from his pocket and pull the pin off, before throwing the grenade to the undead .
KABOOM!
The explosion created a shockwave of air, hitting us with a cold but pungent air . Bodies of the dead flew and blood splatters on the road . Quite a gory sight indeed . If a normal person sees this scene, they might puke their dinner out .
I decided to keep the pace going despite my sweat pouring out of my face . Even the moustached guy was sweating profusely . As the minigun ran out of bullets, he faces at me and tap my shoulder .
"Hold the fort for a minute . I need to retrieve the bullets out to reload the minigun!"
I nodded in response . The music in my ears kept my morale high as I kept repeating the same actions . I have no idea how many hours and how many magazines of bullets have been wasted already . What makes the battle harder is due to the Juggernauts ad Hurlers clearly blocking the bullets and are currently taking the bullets in replacement of the lesser undead . The moustached guy returned to the minigun and reloaded it .
"Let's continue the battle!" He shouted .
The undead are still swarming behind the truck and prison bus .
"Sh*t, is this going to end?" The moustached guy was seen with frustration already .
" . . . "
I did not respond . Apparently, I had no idea either, it was also taking a toll to my body and my eyes droop . However, there is no time to relax . Death is looming behind us .
"Graaaaaahhhhh!" I pulled out another grenade from the nearby crate and pull out the pin .
"Stay dead!" I shouted with all my lungs to kept my consciousness intact .
I kept pulling the trigger . Its not a problem with bullets but the state of mind is making me pull back . For the sake that I will survive this hellish night, I will stay up for a while .
. . .
Daylight breaks out in the horizon and the dead are slowly getting sluggish . Juggernauts andHurlers are no longer around and the undead are no longer able to sprint . They have returned from the same dumb undead .
I am no longer shooting . I lay down the cold metal floor . Huffing and puffing air on my body . This time, it really made me totally tired . Fatigue builds up in my body and I can feel the heaviness of my limbs . My eyes barely open but I managed to do so . I can't sleep yet .
The moustached guy was also groaning . His arms might be numb from the recoil of the minigun .
"Good work boy," he said, also struggling to stay awake .
As the sun rises up in the sky, it also marks the end of the Night Rage . Another day to face again .
Day 4: 6:00 A . M
Night Rage officially ended for now .
Chapter end
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