the pair of warehouses, coming back out into the main corridor. Greg had a vague idea where the armory was but Mike knew exactly where he was going, so they let him lead the way. The handful of survivors ran full tilt down the flickering, bloodied corridors, much too quickly for cautions sake.
A Ripper leaped out at Greg and nearly tore his face off before he blew its head clean away with a quick shotgun blast. They pounded down the hallway, listening to the chaotic sounds of battle grow in volume as they approached. Mike skidded to a halt outside a large hole in the left wall and all but dove through it.
Greg and the others hurried through. Inside, they found what appeared to be a processing factory that had been converted into an armory by Dark Ops when they'd ruled the area. As Greg got to work blasting away Undead, he noted that the Rippers appeared to be the dominate sub-type in the mining headquarters.
They made up more than half the monsters occupying the makeshift armory, the rest being zombies and a few Lancers. Greg shot one in the back of its head, pumped the shotgun and blew another off its feet. With the sudden infusion of a second fighting force, the Undead, who seemed to be completely surrounding Lynch and what remained of her squad, were now uncertain of what to do. A pack of Rippers broke away to deal with Greg and his crew, but were quickly dispatched by a combination of gunfire.
“ Come on!” Lynch called. “There's more on their way and we've got the carts loaded. We just need to get the fuck out of here.”
Greg, Mike, and the others shot their way through the ever-growing crowd of Undead and joined Lynch's squad in the center. They were defending a pair of hover-dollies that were loaded down with crates of ammo and spare weapons. As Greg's squad joined theirs, Lynch pushed towards another area of the armory.
They kept up the rate of fire against a seemingly endless wave of Rippers, Lancers, and zombies. Greg soon realized they were heading for a lift.
“ This leads to the tunnels.” Lynch called.
The lift was obvious just a loader, basically a flat piece of metal in the ground that would lower into the mining tunnels beneath. Greg ran forward and helped shove one of the hover-dollies into place. Once it was onboard, he turned and provided cover fire for the others who were wrestling with the second one.
Once everyone was onboard, Lynch hit the down button and the lift lowered into the ground with a horrible grinding sound. More and more Undead rushed them, a sheer wave of them being held back by brute force and lead. Greg knew it was only a matter of time before one got through, they couldn't keep this up forever. Sure enough, a Ripper leaped past their defenses and tore into one unlucky son of a bitch.
Lynch shot the thing in the head and immediately turned back to the crowd moving in around them. It seemed to take ages, but the lift finally lowered into the ground the full length. They shoved the hover-dollies off.
Literally the second they were clear, Lynch hit the up button to seal the entrance. They kept firing at everything that poured through until the lift was fitted back into place and cut off access from above.
“ Come on,” she said, out of breath. “Let's get the fuck back to base.”
As the blood-covered survivors moved the pair of hover-dollies down the lengthy rock-walled passageway they were in, their radios suddenly sprang to life.
It was Burne. “The Augmented are attacking us. They've gotten past our defenses.”
Chapter 06
– Tension –
By the time they'd finished rushing through the underground tunnel network back to headquarters, Greg had come to learn that was much worse than they thought. The Augmented hadn't just gotten past their defenses, they'd shut down their defenses, and then attacked. Suddenly, the prospect of survival seemed a lot less certain.
Greg made sure to stock up on ammo and snatch a rifle to compliment his arsenal before
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