06-28-2016, 11:51 AM
Blood, guts, and saltwater sprayed everywhere. The storm increased in strength and ferocity, and before Abner knew it he was standing in the rising tide. The waves pounded against his shins, and he felt the sand get sucked from beneath his boots as the surf ripped it back out to sea. He was soaked from head to toe, from the rain and the spray of saltwater from the powerful rising waves. His waterproof boots were doing their job, although not as intended. The water had risen high enough that it had flooded into his footwear, which was now holding the water in instead of letting it out. The worst part of all? The rain had pretty much disintegrated his lit cigarette.
There was no semblance of a defensive line. Hell, there hadn’t really been one to start with, but any fleeting attempt at teamwork was long gone. Abner, for his part, was fending off attacks from all sides, shooting the remaining zombies as they approached from any direction. The robotic man he’d observed before ran past, using few words to say an obvious point: it was time to abandon this position.
Damn, if that wasn’t the understatement of the century. And yet, Abner needed someone else to tell him that. He turned to follow after the cybernetic individual, but the surf was again pulling against his legs, beckoning him to come out to sea. This didn’t faze the robot he was trying to follow, but it sure made his own movement difficult.
Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle. Whatever held him was underwater and being pulled out to sea by the rip current. Unfortunately, it had enough momentum that it pulled Abner right off his own feet, and the ex-trooper fell beneath the water line as well. His instincts were quick, and by the time his back made contact with the sand, he’d already ripped his combat knife from its sheath.
A wave crashed over them, temporarily stopping the journey to the deeper water. Abner used this opportunity to pull his foot free from the abductor’s grip, and hoist himself to his feet. He emerged from the water waist deep, and took a gasping breath for air. Just the same, he also began to step backwards. As disoriented as he was, he knew he needed to get some distance from his attacker.
A young woman emerged from the water in front of him, her red hair plastered against her face. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen years old, and she was clearly shell-shocked by this entire experience. The only important detail to Abner, though, was the fact that she was decidedly not a zombie. So he disregarded any level of pleasantries for the time being, and instead sheathed his knife. While the girl was still obviously trying to figure out how she’d made it this far into the water, Abner sloshed towards her and snatched her by the arm. The girl took that direction pretty well, and as soon as Abner figured out which way was back to shore, the two of them hurried through the current, praying they weren’t about to step on any submerged undead.
It didn’t take long for them to exit the deep water. As Abner all but dragged the girl from the ocean in their haste, his eyes locked on the tree line. There were no more zombies anywhere around their immediate area, and the water was shallow enough to see any that could be lurking below at this point. The only remaining obstacles were several large pieces of scrap metal that were shifting dangerously against the pounding waves. That, and some guy who was standing right in the middle of it, staring at the two of them and paying no mind to his own dangerous predicament.
Look at this dumbass. Abner still found a moment to be amazed at the stupidity of people. When a piece of metal shifted in the waves and began to approach the guy from behind, Abner gave his best attempt at a warning. “Look out!”
The boy, who had to be about the same age as the girl Abner had just pulled from the sea, didn’t even have time to turn around. The piece of wreckage hit him in the back of his knees and threw him to the sand. It would have sucked him out to sea just like the girl, had Abner not caught his wrist. With the girl’s help, Abner pulled the other Syntech employee to his feet, but wasted no time assessing the injury. That could wait. Instead, he continued to run for safer ground, and the two secondaries were pleased to follow.
“Come on!” Abner shouted, redundantly, as it wasn’t like they were going to go anywhere else. They simply weaved through the remaining pieces of the plane as they made their retreat.
After climbing the embankment to get away from the insanity at beach, Abner led the two young secondaries into the woods and in pursuit of the two non-organic primes. The trees gave just a little shelter from the rain, but Abner wasn’t fooled. This jungle would be just as dangerous, and they would be much harder to spot by a rescue crew.
Hopefully the robot had a plan, because he sure as hell didn’t know what to do, now.
There was no semblance of a defensive line. Hell, there hadn’t really been one to start with, but any fleeting attempt at teamwork was long gone. Abner, for his part, was fending off attacks from all sides, shooting the remaining zombies as they approached from any direction. The robotic man he’d observed before ran past, using few words to say an obvious point: it was time to abandon this position.
Damn, if that wasn’t the understatement of the century. And yet, Abner needed someone else to tell him that. He turned to follow after the cybernetic individual, but the surf was again pulling against his legs, beckoning him to come out to sea. This didn’t faze the robot he was trying to follow, but it sure made his own movement difficult.
Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle. Whatever held him was underwater and being pulled out to sea by the rip current. Unfortunately, it had enough momentum that it pulled Abner right off his own feet, and the ex-trooper fell beneath the water line as well. His instincts were quick, and by the time his back made contact with the sand, he’d already ripped his combat knife from its sheath.
A wave crashed over them, temporarily stopping the journey to the deeper water. Abner used this opportunity to pull his foot free from the abductor’s grip, and hoist himself to his feet. He emerged from the water waist deep, and took a gasping breath for air. Just the same, he also began to step backwards. As disoriented as he was, he knew he needed to get some distance from his attacker.
A young woman emerged from the water in front of him, her red hair plastered against her face. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen years old, and she was clearly shell-shocked by this entire experience. The only important detail to Abner, though, was the fact that she was decidedly not a zombie. So he disregarded any level of pleasantries for the time being, and instead sheathed his knife. While the girl was still obviously trying to figure out how she’d made it this far into the water, Abner sloshed towards her and snatched her by the arm. The girl took that direction pretty well, and as soon as Abner figured out which way was back to shore, the two of them hurried through the current, praying they weren’t about to step on any submerged undead.
It didn’t take long for them to exit the deep water. As Abner all but dragged the girl from the ocean in their haste, his eyes locked on the tree line. There were no more zombies anywhere around their immediate area, and the water was shallow enough to see any that could be lurking below at this point. The only remaining obstacles were several large pieces of scrap metal that were shifting dangerously against the pounding waves. That, and some guy who was standing right in the middle of it, staring at the two of them and paying no mind to his own dangerous predicament.
Look at this dumbass. Abner still found a moment to be amazed at the stupidity of people. When a piece of metal shifted in the waves and began to approach the guy from behind, Abner gave his best attempt at a warning. “Look out!”
The boy, who had to be about the same age as the girl Abner had just pulled from the sea, didn’t even have time to turn around. The piece of wreckage hit him in the back of his knees and threw him to the sand. It would have sucked him out to sea just like the girl, had Abner not caught his wrist. With the girl’s help, Abner pulled the other Syntech employee to his feet, but wasted no time assessing the injury. That could wait. Instead, he continued to run for safer ground, and the two secondaries were pleased to follow.
“Come on!” Abner shouted, redundantly, as it wasn’t like they were going to go anywhere else. They simply weaved through the remaining pieces of the plane as they made their retreat.
After climbing the embankment to get away from the insanity at beach, Abner led the two young secondaries into the woods and in pursuit of the two non-organic primes. The trees gave just a little shelter from the rain, but Abner wasn’t fooled. This jungle would be just as dangerous, and they would be much harder to spot by a rescue crew.
Hopefully the robot had a plan, because he sure as hell didn’t know what to do, now.
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Abner and two secondaries have left with Colonel and Granite.