[IC] Halo: The Flood

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Andrew walked through the empty streets heading toward the square, while once the city was bustling with people the streets were empty with the exception of the occasional combat form armed with a cudgel or a infection form out and about and when those showed up Andrew would just slink into hiding or fire the occasional burst from his assault rifle and turn tail. As he neared the town square the various flood forms became thicker and drove Andrew through an alleyway he tired about halfway down the alleyway and took a break to lean against the wall and check the roof tops and his six knowing full well that a avalanche of infection forms could pour out of an apartment window. When he was content it was clear he went to continue down the alleyway and then froze he heard what sounded like voices from around the bend, taking a dive behind a trash can and muttering a series of quiet curses when he landed on his hip Andrew peaked from his cover and saw a infected marine turn the corner her radio going off. "PFC Bennewitz of Echo Outpost, Emergency Civil Defence, ID 2517D13. This is a NA class broadcast on a multiple secure channels. Requesting backup to Miranda St. metro station maintenance room in the east bound tunnel. Squad is negative. Electromagnetic locks in place on door. Password is Echo Zulu." Andrew listened intently but then a reply sounded over her radio. "Bennewitz, this is Private Mile, ODST. Transmission received, I am enroute to Miranda station" "ETA 20 minutes, Confirm?" Finally Andrew raised his rifle and put the marine out of her misery, from where he was at Miranda station was not far he could probably reach it in a hour or so if he walked quickly, checking the hud on his rifle for how much ammo he had the old man moved out.

[barkmeat2]

()sorry

[DocTachyon]

"I'm fine, Vorro." Max said. "I'd be more worried for the Flood, at this point. Haven't got any more organic tissue to infect, except us, and we're not going down without a helluva fight." He observed the flood forms. Ripped apart, and Vorro had used his bare god damn hands. Perhaps he underestimated Sangheili strength. He hoped to god he never got infected. If the Flood got their hands on the Sangheili it's strength would mean the death of him. He saw the Spartan run down the staircase. Julian. Now that was a guy he had trouble trusting. Bred from a young age to be the ultimate anti-covie and anti-insurrectionist. His insurrection days were behind him, but he didn't like to think about what the group dynamic would be like if the Spartan knew. "We're fine here, Julian. How's upstairs? Quiet, or no? Didn't hear any shots."

[sMoKe]

Julián turned his attention from Vorro's form to the voice beside him. He paused a few seconds before answering, "No movement in the nearest buildings. Shouldn't stay long, though. Large group of Flood a few miles to the North." He then holstered his M6D in a side pocket of his backpack. He reached for the rifle in the largest pocket, pulled it out, and began methodically servicing it. He realized, in rushing downstairs, he had neglected to fold the bi-pod. This was promptly done, followed by the removal of the magazine. He breached and disconnected the barrel from the body, pulling out his gun cleaner and rag simultaneously. He spoke while working, "I suggest we go East. The buildings are tightly constructed, so we can travel roof to roof, checking for supplies as we go." Truthfully, East would be the most logical direction to travel. Not only would it be safer, but within the city existed several fallout bunkers for UNSC top brass, not specifically desgined for this, but probably not yet compromised either. Just the ammo stored at one bunker alone would make the trip worthwhile. It just so happened, however, that Julián had another reason for suggesting this route. Either their small band of three would increase greatly, or a good deal of great friends would become 'MIA'.

[BKburke]

Vorro breathed heavy as he listened to Julian speak. He stood up straight and tall. "If you heard the fight I was in then I highly doubt nothing else did." He looked out of the room into the halls to make sure no flood forms were near. He then looked at Julian and then back to Max. "Quite the group now isn't it. If we are to head east then we should hurry. The flood are linked through a hive mind. I have no doubt that large flood group will be heading this way." He then walked out of the room. He grabbed for something that was holstered on his right leg. With a click, his energy turned on. "Stay behind me. I will hit anything that gets too close. You both are best to take out anything at a distance." Vorro took a step and then stopped to look at the others. "No one strays. If any of you leave sight or hearing distance, I will assume the worst. I will not expect any different from you." He said referring to Julian and Max.

[TwixNTaffy]

Twix let out an explosive burst of breath as he pulled himself over the ledge and onto the roof of the petrol station, he'd climbed up a solidly attached drainpipe on the outside of the building. He looked about taking stock of the bare roof before crawling over to the ledge facing the street, once there he pulled his sniper off his back and set it up, He pulled an extra 2 magazines out of his backpack and placed them on the roof next to him, then did the same with his pistols. Before him was the station, between him and the station perhaps 50 flood combat forms roamed the street. From this vantage point he could see into the station through the open doors and into the main entrance, the glass exterior helped allowing him a much bigger coverage zone than he might otherwise have hoped for. He scanned the street looking for anything that would help him cross but as he was about to give that up for bust something changed, a wave seemed to pass through the flood and suddenly they were all ambling off up the street, he stayed silent and watched as soon the street became deserted. He turned on his microphone; "Bennewitz, This is Private Mile, I have sights on the main entrance and can provide cover if you'd care to join me, over"

[barkmeat2]

Lenny was sitting impatiently by the radio, nervously fretting over the coming hour. It wasn't half an hour since the ODST replied and he gave his.

"Bennewitz, This is Private Mile, I have sights on the main entrance and can provide cover if you'd care to join me, over"

Lenny once again nervously grasped the radio. "Confirmed making my way out" Well that was new, he said "me" not "us". As in singular. As in just one. He wasn't adamant to stepping back out into the hell hole, but whatever death he found out there must be a helluvalot quicker than starving down here. You don't always get what you hope, being marine learned him real quick of that, he'd be damned if he let another soldier to die waiting on him. Still, there were still 2 or 3 combat forms waiting just outside of the sealed door. Occasional bashing the titanium alloy with mangled flesh. Then it struck Lenny: "Apply explosives to the infected area," was always his calling block. He rigged a shaped det. pack to on the door to go off as the electromagnets were disabled, turning this tomb into a localized explosive battering ram. In theory. He counted down 1,2... The world became eerily quiet, the ringing in his ears a welcomed old friend. He peaked out the smoldering gap, the tell tale moans of the infected were found between a titanium slab and a concrete wall. Success. Lenny packed up and headed top-side. The scene was dreary, what little sunlight shining through gave an odd tint to the dried blood plastering the scene. Where the rest of the infected were worried Lenny but at the moment he wasn't complaining. Lenny pressed the station doors open, the natural sunlight blinding him momentarily as he saw the lone figure across the street...