Revived story The Sweetest Day- Prolouge
I finally came to the end of the long hallway and carefully pried open the broken door. The room beyond was darkened and I hesitated before making my way in, the air was stuffy and had a metallic tinge to it. Squinting I adjusted to the darkness and made out a small counter in the middle of the room, looking around I noticed it was some sort of eating area.
There were broken glasses on the counter and what looked like blood on the wall behind me, and then I heard a noise to my right swinging around I aimed my rifle at a darkened stairwell. Holding my breath I waited, nothing...nothing...I slowly lowered my rifle and just then a fury of clicks came from the shadows, a dog like alien came hurtling at me.
Hoisting my rifle faster than I thought possible pure instinct driving me I let loose a burst of bullets which hit it squarely in the mouth ripping most of the skull off as they went. Again the sound of claws, spinning around to my left I saw three aliens break through a long window, they charged at me, I squeezed the trigger spraying bullets across their torsos, bits of flesh flew across the room. More noise, six, seven, no eight aliens came pouring it the room from the stairwell, one leapt through the air screeching. Screaming I aimed my rifle, pulled the trigger *click* I was out...jaws ripped into my hand, I dropped the pistol I had just unholstered, desperately I pulled out my flashlight and hit the creature in the head. It dropped to the floor confused for a moment, giving me the chance to run to the corner where an unused resource tower was spouting off steam and crouch while fumbling for my intercom with my now amputated hand soaking my uniform in blood.
Ten dog like aliens were now rushing across the room at me, green slime and drool falling from their teeth as they locked in the for the kill, suddenly there was a flash of light in the room and a never-ending barrage of gunfire, the aliens' bodies tore to shreds and flew against the far side of the room one by one until nothing but lone limbs and chunks remained. In the doorway a marine I hadn't seen before stood with a still smoking heavy machine gun in his right hand, he was grinning.
I passed out.
The world is my gaint **** contest, my **** is pine scented, I'm the Muhamed Ali of the internet, and King Kong really ain't got nothing on me.
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