They were getting close, he could smell burning wood, something that smelled like melted plastic…and barbecue? Oh shit… he remembered back to a special he had seen late at night about…cannibals and the smell of a roasting human.
“Comet! Double time!” Mark ordered.
He looked back to see the damn communist sitting still.
“Let’s fucking go! I think someone is being eaten ahead for Christ’s sake!”
“Meooooow” Comet replied as he started circling the spot and pawing at the ground.
“This is not the time to take a shit god damnit!” Mark exclaimed.
But then he saw the glint of metal in the dirt and rushed over and started brushing aside a thin layer of sand and rock scree.
It was a…metal box. He opened it and saw something that made his country heart soar. It looked like a god damn Smith and Wesson snub nose .44 magnum!
Would you like to loot: Level 3 storage box?
“Fuck yes!”
And just like that, he was armed, he checked his display and saw that it was an energy weapon and currently had 42% battery left.
Just then, Mark heard a scream of terror ahead.
They were nearly there, “C’mon you commie, almost there, sounds like someone hasn’t been trussed up and roasted yet.” Mark said to Comet as they increased their speed up a final hill.
At the top of the hill, Mark paused, his brain taking in the scene in front of him.
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There were…short little blue and green fuckers surrounding a small group of what appeared to be humans…like humans from home! There were indeed already 2 dead people slowly spinning over campfires, and a third campfire was being stoked and a spit was waiting…
At that moment, one of the little blue fuckers, long pointy ears, jagged teeth with reddish saliva dripping from his mouth barked out some guttural order and a green guy standing over one of the humans drew a rusty, jagged knife from his belt and drew it across a young boys throat, ear to ear. The arterial spray covered the three of the green fuckers. With a whimper, the boy fell to the ground, blood pumping in weakening spurts as the life left his body.
Mark’s mind and body went cold and he stood up and drew. He counted the lil fuckers as his heart pumped, burning white anger coursing through his veins. There were the three covered in blood, the one with the jagged knife rooting through the boys pockets and stripping him down for the spit, and the head honcho fucker that gave the order, closest to Mark. Fucker didn’t even know what was coming, the only one facing Mark was the bastard who killed that boy and he was busy looking through the boys belongings.
Mark raised his gun, sighting down metal sights at the blue asshole and let out his breath and when his lungs were empty, slowly squeezed the trigger. The vile creature’s head exploded, bone fragments and bright green brain matter splattering all over the others. One of them gave a MEEP of surprise and the rest looked up as Mark’s cold eyes turned on each of them and the corners of his lips tugged upwards in a small, cold smile.
The creatures noises turned to a high pitched keening as they fucking panicked at the sight of a massive brute sighting down a snub nose at them.
With a chittering, the other 4 creatures all rushed at Mark. He punted the first one, connecting with a solid blow that sent it flying.
He shot the other 3 in quick succession, 2 headshots and the last one got clipped in the shoulder right before it tried tackling into Mark’s meaty legs. It looked up in terror, surprised that Mark had not budged at all.
“Physics is a bitch, lil cuz” Mark smiled. Just as he was bringing his weapon around, the fucker gave Mark his own smile and then opened his mouth wide, rotten, fetid breath and sharp teeth imprinting upon Mark’s memory. He would never forget the feeling as the fucker clamped down on his left thigh. Mark aimed carefully, and took off the back of that assholes skull, making sure not to point towards himself and accidentally injure himself. He looked up and saw the creature he had punted get up slowly. He had to be about 40 meters away. Mark drew down on that asshole, breathed out, squeeze the trigger and in a puff of bright green mist, the creatures head vanished.
Sobbing drew Mark’s attention as he turned back to the humans, who were now cowering.
“Hey, don’t worry! I still got 20% energy left on this thing and you know you ain’t gonna find a better shot than a country boy raised on squirrel hunting with his sometimes asshole, sometimes hero father!”
“So…you aren’t here to finish the job?”
“What job? If the job is killing you then hell no. I am new here and not looking to slaughter the innocent, and from what I’be seen you guys seem to be the innocent party!”
A cry of relief reverberated through the huddled group.
Achievement unlocked. Defender of the Broken.
Neat…
Interface unlocked. Town settlement interface is now available.
The plot thickens… Mark thought to himself as he looked out over the dirty faces, smudged with blood here and there after their brutal ordeal.
“Whatever is going on here, don’t worry, we will build back better” Mark stated.