Post by L. A. Blackwater on Feb 7, 2021 18:28:25 GMT -6
Desert Inn Road
Las Vegas
02/07/21
Blackwater, dressed in a long trenchcoat, walks inconspicuously along Desert Inn Road ready to meet a contact who has a package to deliver to the mercenary, something which potentially will turn the tide in Blackwater’s so far faltering tournament performance.
Fuck! It’s cold tonight. Why the bloody hell did he choose to meet me out here in this shithole part of the city.
Blackwater notices a dark tunnel, leading into infinite darkness.
Supposedly there are hundreds of miles of storm drains running underneath this godforsaken city, even with its own community, I best not venture down there.
Blackwater arrives at the meeting point; his contact is not there.
Where the fuck is he? I don’t have time for this shit, his research will provide me with the answers on how McMorris regenerates himself, if I get that research, it will make my upcoming match a hell-of-a-lot easier, god knows I need the…
The sound of a bin being knocked over is heard…
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?!?
Blackwater draws his trusted Browning 9mm handgun, actioning it as he raises in the direction of the noise.
“Stein!... Stein!!” Blackwater calls out his contacts name, there is no reply.
He continues down an alley where the noise originated from… he finds Stein.
HOLY SHIT!!!
Blackwater stumbles upon Stein's half-eaten body!
He quickly performs a visual check of his surroundings, it appears he is alone. He crouches down next to his dead contact. He looks on at the horror in front of him.
What the hell did this? Something...or someone has eaten the poor son-of-a-bitch...ALIVE!
He rummages through the leftovers of Stein’s body, trying to find the package which contains the answers to McMorris’s regeneration powers.
FUCK!! It’s not here, where the hell is it?!?!
Blackwater hears screaming, then running noises, back from the direction of that dark tunnel.
Oh shit, that didn’t sound good.
He stands to attention and raises his handgun back in that direction, he walks cautiously towards the tunnel. He focuses his only eye, he finally sees what’s incoming.
A group of men, six or seven, running straight at Blackwater. They are screaming, a shrill tribal noise.
“I am armed, and dangerous… and pissed off!!” warns Blackwater.
The group doesn’t ease off, they run at full speed towards him.
“LAST CHANCE, BACK OFF MOTHER FUCKERS OR I…” Blackwater stops shouting.
FUCK THIS!!!
Blackwater fires his handgun!
BANG!
BANG!!
BANG!!!
He instantly drops three of the onrushing group, they stumble and roll on the floor as their momentum sends them spiralling to the ground.
THEY...THEY MUST BE COMING FROM THE TUNNELS!! IT’S THOSE FUCKING PEOPLE WHO ARE LIVING DOWN THERE!!
He continues firing…
BANG!
BANG!!
BANG!!!
More fall yet more continues to appear from the tunnel. He pops out his ammo clip and reaches for another…
SHIT!!! I left my ammo bag in the truck!
He retrieves his last remaining clip and loads it into the trusty handgun, actioning it once more and raising it. But before he can fire off another round he is hit from behind by a piece of wood, dropping him to the floor, he drops his handgun as he is momentarily stunned.
"AHGHGHGHH," Blackwater groans.
He falls onto his hands and knees. He looks up at his attacker: a man in old, tatty clothes, blood around his mouth, and all down his front. Blackwater tries to reach for his handgun, but his attacker kicks it further out of his reach. Blackwater smiles and shakes his head, as five more surround him, all with blood around their mouths and on their clothing.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are sunshine, or what kind of organisation you and your mates are running here. But trust me, I ain’t on the menu tonight,” proclaims Blackwater.
“YOU ENTERED OUR TERRITORY, OUR PEOPLE ARE HUNGRY. OUR FOOD SUPPLY HAS BEEN CUT OFF BY THOSE JABBERWOCK THUGS DRIVING AWAY THE TOURISTS!” shouts the leader.
Blackwater climbs to his feet, he cracks his neck, then removes his trenchcoat.
“Yeah those guys are assholes, I know. But you can’t go all Romero on the population’s ass, do you get that? You son’s-a-bitches ate my contact, and you stole my motherfucking package, and I need that package so I can learn the secrets of Zombie McMorris’s regeneration powers… AND NOW I’M SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF MOTHERFUCKING ZOMBIE WANNABEES!” states Blackwater, without breathing.
The group looks anxious, this isn’t going to be an easy second sitting.
“BOY’S GET HIM!!” shouts the leader.
Blackwater winks at him, “I’ll save you to last, fella”.
Blackwater is immediately swarmed by the mob, but he pushes forward, driving a couple of the group into the wall. He starts throwing lefts and rights, connecting with unguarded jaws.
POW!
BAM!!
SMASH!!!
Nothing can stop Blackwater, he becomes immune to the untrained strikes of his foes, whilst his timely, trained strikes cause vital blows as he quickly turns the tide. If they throw their hands up to defend their faces, Blackwater changes target and unleashes a devastating shot to their solar plexus.
The leader grabs Blackwater in behind in a chokehold; the mercenary throws back a couple of hard elbows in his stomach, and then follows up with a knee strike, shattering his nose and he slumps to the floor. One of the fallen gang climbs to his knees and bites Blackwater on his leg!
“AHHHHH,” cries out Blackwater in pain.
SON-OF-A-BITCH BIT ME!
Blackwater kicks him in the face, and then stamps repeatedly on his head, the thuds eventually turning to squelches as his skull pops open across the floor. He then notices a glass bottle sticking out of a bin, he retrieves it and breaks it over the nearest gang members head, sending him tumbling to the ground. Another member staggers to his feet, and Blackwater drives the broken bottleneck into his throat. He pulls it out, and blood rains down on the floor below, as the dying cannibal drops to the ground clamouring at his neck.
Blackwater, breathing deeply, surveys the damage. He catches sight of his Browning and retrieves it. He walks over each fallen member, and fires a bullet between each of their foreheads, he leaves the leader to last, who is slowly trying to retreat, yet Blackwater holsters his handgun.
“Hey fella, I told you I’d leave you to last,” states Blackwater, as he picks up the piece of wood.
He notices the package inside the leader’s jacket pocket.
“I think you have something that belongs to me,” warns the mercenary.
“This isn’t over...more of my people will come… you won’t get away…”
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Blackwater ends the leaders' promise with a blow to the head!
THUD!
THUD!!
THUD!!!
“NAKAMURA AND SHIBATA SON STOLE MY PISSING VICTORY! THIS IS HOW THEY’LL FEEL WHEN I NEXT GET MY HANDS ON THEM!!” promises Blackwater.
He keeps going until…
SQUELCH!
SQUELCH!!
SQUELCH!!!
Like the first victim, he busts open his enemies skull, brain matter pooling out onto the river of blood that has decorated the alley floor.
He finally stops when his arm begins to burn with the buildup of lactic acid. He drops the wood on the floor as he breathes heavily, again looking at the package. He crouches down and retrieves it.
GOTCHA!
But his attention is drawn towards the tunnel, screams can be heard again but louder this time, a bigger second wave of perhaps? He quickly surveys his surroundings, he notices a gasoline truck in the distance.
That will do!
He sprints for the truck and climbs into the cabin, smashing the window with the butt of his handgun and unlocks the door. He frantically pulls off the covering and begins hotwiring the truck, the engine begins to turn over.
Come on!
It continues to turn over.
COME ON DAMMIT!
The engine eventually fires up. He puts it into gear and sets off, driving towards the tunnel entrance.
IT’S TIME TO PUT THESE FUCKERS DOWN ONCE AND FOR ALL!
He continues to head towards the tunnel entrance. A few more members appear from the tunnel, they are quickly mowed down by the truck!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!!
SPLAT!!!
Blackwater dives out of the driver’s door and rolls through to safety, the truck continues to head towards the tunnel, he sees dozens, if not hundreds of cannibals nearly exiting the tunnel.
I’VE GOT ONE SHOT AT THIS!
He pulls out his trusty Browning and aims for the truck. He opens fire!
BANG!
BANG!!
BANG!!!
One bullet left...COME ON!!!
BANG!!!!!
The truck explodes on the final shot as it enters the tunnel. Blackwater covers his face, the heat is immense. Flames travel down through the tunnel, vaporising the cannibals in an instant. The concrete above collapses, burying anyone else who may have survived the blast.
Blackwater sits up onto a curb, laughing to himself as he surveys the havoc he has caused.
This is not how I expected tonight to go.
He first pulls out a cigarette and lights it, then begins to inspect the package.
All this, all this bloodshed for this package.
He takes a long inhale and looks over at the beam of light originating from the top of the Luxor Hotel high in the sky as a constant reminder of the tournament, and of the desperate measures Blackwater will resort to gain his first victory.
Let’s hope this package contains the information I need to put Zombie McMorris down once-and-for-all.
He exhales.
