blacks. The rain was still coming
down, but the lightning was far off and the winds had subsided.
Brad was sitting
in a good firing position when he started hearing the clanging of bars and
pounding against the walls downstairs. Then they heard a loud DONNNNNG! DONNNNNG!
DONNNNNG! “What the hell is that?” Sean asked.
“I don’t know,
man, but the primals are waking up … I see them climbing the stairs,” Brooks
called out.
The DONNNNNG! DONNNNNG!
continued and was now joined by an electric guitar solo. Brad smiled. “Oh, shit!
I think Wilson’s boom box works; sounds like he’s playing us some AC/DC
tonight!”
They could just
make out the lyrics of ‘Hells Bells’ as the first of the primals began moaning.
Soon the platform was thundering with the sounds of primals and AC/DC.
“I'm rolling
thunder, pouring rain”
“I have heavy
contacts … They’re rushing up the steps. I won’t be able to hold them all!”
Brooks shouted.
“I’m coming on
like a hurricane”
Brad heard the
report of Brook’s M14 rifle launching the heavy 7.62 rounds. The primals were
charging down the walkway. Sean’s rifle joined the chorus and Brad watched the
numbers thin as the mass moved towards the doors. He pulled the rifle tight,
and just before they got to the entrance, he took a deep breath and fired.
“I won't take no
prisoners, won't spare no lives”
Brad watched one
of the primals flinch and snap back, but another quickly took its place. He had
been cautioned early by Sean to not ‘double tap’ and to stay away from the
three-round burst. Ammo was now a precious commodity, so one shot/one kill was
the rule for this hunt. Brad tried to calm his nerves and make every shot
count.
He put his dot
on another creature, pulled back on the trigger, and felt the recoil. The
creature moved at the last second and the round impacted it high in the
shoulder. Brad cursed himself for the miss. He closed his eyes tight and then relaxed
his eye back on the scope. He found another target and put the dot at the base
of its neck, pulled the trigger, and watched it drop.
“I got my bell
I’m gonna take you to Hell; I’m gonna get ya Satan get ya”
They were now
massed heavily on the doors, pounding and screaming. Brad was picking out
targets and firing calmly as he tried to make every round count. Sean’s and
Brooks’ rifles barked in the target-rich environment. Brass was piling up
around all of them. Brad reached into his pack for a fresh magazine, let the
bolt go forward, and took up aim again.
He found one
that was pulling hard on the door’s handle, and dropped him quickly. He
searched for a new target and saw motion in his peripheral vision. A group of
them were now charging up the stairs to the helipad. He switched his position
and turned, firing rapidly to stop the creatures’ crude attempts at a flanking
maneuver. He knocked down the leaders who fell backwards, taking the others
with them.
“Hell’s bells,
you got me ringing, Hell’s bells”
Brad brought his
attention back to the door. The primals had forced a corner of the door back
and were pulling on it. There was a massive pile of dead in front of the
entrance that partially prevented them from being able to pull it open. Brad
saw sparks below that indicated the Marines were now firing through the door,
joining the fight.
“I’ll give you
black sensations up and down your spine”
The mass
withered. Sean’s rifle went silent; soon after Brooks halted as well. Brad
searched and scanned the pile below. Sean sounded off that his sector was
clear, and Brooks followed suit. Brad made another pass and was about to speak
when he saw movement at a corner. He focused his vision and saw the Alpha
leader they had spotted days earlier on the platform. Brad tried to pick up a
sight picture just as the Alpha disappeared.
“I’m clear but I
think one got away!” Brad shouted.
Sean made his
way to Brad’s position. “What do you mean … got
down, but the lightning was far off and the winds had subsided.
Brad was sitting
in a good firing position when he started hearing the clanging of bars and
pounding against the walls downstairs. Then they heard a loud DONNNNNG! DONNNNNG!
DONNNNNG! “What the hell is that?” Sean asked.
“I don’t know,
man, but the primals are waking up … I see them climbing the stairs,” Brooks
called out.
The DONNNNNG! DONNNNNG!
continued and was now joined by an electric guitar solo. Brad smiled. “Oh, shit!
I think Wilson’s boom box works; sounds like he’s playing us some AC/DC
tonight!”
They could just
make out the lyrics of ‘Hells Bells’ as the first of the primals began moaning.
Soon the platform was thundering with the sounds of primals and AC/DC.
“I'm rolling
thunder, pouring rain”
“I have heavy
contacts … They’re rushing up the steps. I won’t be able to hold them all!”
Brooks shouted.
“I’m coming on
like a hurricane”
Brad heard the
report of Brook’s M14 rifle launching the heavy 7.62 rounds. The primals were
charging down the walkway. Sean’s rifle joined the chorus and Brad watched the
numbers thin as the mass moved towards the doors. He pulled the rifle tight,
and just before they got to the entrance, he took a deep breath and fired.
“I won't take no
prisoners, won't spare no lives”
Brad watched one
of the primals flinch and snap back, but another quickly took its place. He had
been cautioned early by Sean to not ‘double tap’ and to stay away from the
three-round burst. Ammo was now a precious commodity, so one shot/one kill was
the rule for this hunt. Brad tried to calm his nerves and make every shot
count.
He put his dot
on another creature, pulled back on the trigger, and felt the recoil. The
creature moved at the last second and the round impacted it high in the
shoulder. Brad cursed himself for the miss. He closed his eyes tight and then relaxed
his eye back on the scope. He found another target and put the dot at the base
of its neck, pulled the trigger, and watched it drop.
“I got my bell
I’m gonna take you to Hell; I’m gonna get ya Satan get ya”
They were now
massed heavily on the doors, pounding and screaming. Brad was picking out
targets and firing calmly as he tried to make every round count. Sean’s and
Brooks’ rifles barked in the target-rich environment. Brass was piling up
around all of them. Brad reached into his pack for a fresh magazine, let the
bolt go forward, and took up aim again.
He found one
that was pulling hard on the door’s handle, and dropped him quickly. He
searched for a new target and saw motion in his peripheral vision. A group of
them were now charging up the stairs to the helipad. He switched his position
and turned, firing rapidly to stop the creatures’ crude attempts at a flanking
maneuver. He knocked down the leaders who fell backwards, taking the others
with them.
“Hell’s bells,
you got me ringing, Hell’s bells”
Brad brought his
attention back to the door. The primals had forced a corner of the door back
and were pulling on it. There was a massive pile of dead in front of the
entrance that partially prevented them from being able to pull it open. Brad
saw sparks below that indicated the Marines were now firing through the door,
joining the fight.
“I’ll give you
black sensations up and down your spine”
The mass
withered. Sean’s rifle went silent; soon after Brooks halted as well. Brad
searched and scanned the pile below. Sean sounded off that his sector was
clear, and Brooks followed suit. Brad made another pass and was about to speak
when he saw movement at a corner. He focused his vision and saw the Alpha
leader they had spotted days earlier on the platform. Brad tried to pick up a
sight picture just as the Alpha disappeared.
“I’m clear but I
think one got away!” Brad shouted.
Sean made his
way to Brad’s position. “What do you mean … got
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