messed up.
“What the fuck are those?”
We began unloading on them, bullets ricocheted off the sides as all nine of us took them down. One landed inches from my feet. Its skin was different to what I had seen before. It was pale and the veins protruded like thick purple webbing covering every inch of its grotesque body.
Jess and Izzy prodded the beast before us with the ends of their gun barrels.
“You want to explain to us what we just saw?”
Tanner laughed. “Let’s go.”
We rushed forward continuing towards the designated location. Tanner had brought the two men that we usually saw hovering around him like flies. They were only known to us by their last names tagged on the front of their uniforms: Randall and Eastley. Each of them was equally abrasive when addressed. It was as if they wanted to make it clear that we weren’t one of them. There was us and them thrown into this shit pot together but that didn’t mean we were working for the same team.
Over the earpiece we continued to receive intelligence updates from the helicopters. The pilots didn’t linger after dropping us off. They immediately began sweeping the streets above us, searching for anyone who was trying to escape.
“So where does the Coalition reside?”
“Everywhere. But they have taken up base in several of the abandoned underground subways.”
“How did you find that out?”
Randall looked at Tanner and chuckled as if they were in on some inside joke. Once we made it to the location, which appeared to be a dead end, Tanner put his finger up to his earpiece.
“Bravo Two, this is Whiskey One. What’s your status? Over.”
There were a few seconds where nothing could be heard, and then a reply came back. “Whiskey One, this is Bravo Two. We are in position and waiting to go. Over.”
“Okay, maybe someone wants to tell me where the hell we are going?”
“There is an outer and an inner platform. You are standing in the outer one. The inner one was built back in the early 1900s but since then it was walled off. The Coalition has got their hands on it. Come, look.”
He led us up to the wall and we glanced around it. A section was missing. If you faced the wall head on, it just looked like it was sealed off but it wasn’t. There was an arched doorway that led into another area.
“Let’s go.”
FRIENDLIES
T his is it , we are going to die.
I truly thought they were going to execute us there on the spot.
“On your knees.” That was the first thing we heard as we made our way past the opening in the wall. Strobe lights blinded us. We didn’t know what hit us. They had obviously heard the gunfire and were ready. All of us were tossed to the ground and dirty cotton bags were pushed over our heads, sending everything into complete darkness.
I’m not sure how long we were on our knees but it felt like an eternity. In that time, we heard gunfire. Short bursts followed by an explosion. Through the bag I could make out the silhouette of figures. How many were there? Maybe ten?
They yanked us to our feet and pushed us forward. I stumbled, not able to see where the hell we were going.
“Please tell me this is not part of some weird satanic sex ritual. As I want to give you forewarning. I have a seriously bad case of the crabs,” Baja said. “You do not want to come near me.”
“Shut the hell up and keep moving.”
We must have walked for two miles. They led us down a series of tunnels as I could see the tracks just below the bag.
When they finally lifted the bags from our heads I found myself squinting hard. A bright light was being flashed in front of my face.
“Thought you were going to take some more, didn’t you?”
“You have this all wrong.”
“Really? Put him in the chair.”
I was shoved back into a seat, unable to see my captors. My eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the world around me because of the damn light they were flashing in my eyes. I could feel the heat coming off it, warming my face. Then,
“What the fuck are those?”
We began unloading on them, bullets ricocheted off the sides as all nine of us took them down. One landed inches from my feet. Its skin was different to what I had seen before. It was pale and the veins protruded like thick purple webbing covering every inch of its grotesque body.
Jess and Izzy prodded the beast before us with the ends of their gun barrels.
“You want to explain to us what we just saw?”
Tanner laughed. “Let’s go.”
We rushed forward continuing towards the designated location. Tanner had brought the two men that we usually saw hovering around him like flies. They were only known to us by their last names tagged on the front of their uniforms: Randall and Eastley. Each of them was equally abrasive when addressed. It was as if they wanted to make it clear that we weren’t one of them. There was us and them thrown into this shit pot together but that didn’t mean we were working for the same team.
Over the earpiece we continued to receive intelligence updates from the helicopters. The pilots didn’t linger after dropping us off. They immediately began sweeping the streets above us, searching for anyone who was trying to escape.
“So where does the Coalition reside?”
“Everywhere. But they have taken up base in several of the abandoned underground subways.”
“How did you find that out?”
Randall looked at Tanner and chuckled as if they were in on some inside joke. Once we made it to the location, which appeared to be a dead end, Tanner put his finger up to his earpiece.
“Bravo Two, this is Whiskey One. What’s your status? Over.”
There were a few seconds where nothing could be heard, and then a reply came back. “Whiskey One, this is Bravo Two. We are in position and waiting to go. Over.”
“Okay, maybe someone wants to tell me where the hell we are going?”
“There is an outer and an inner platform. You are standing in the outer one. The inner one was built back in the early 1900s but since then it was walled off. The Coalition has got their hands on it. Come, look.”
He led us up to the wall and we glanced around it. A section was missing. If you faced the wall head on, it just looked like it was sealed off but it wasn’t. There was an arched doorway that led into another area.
“Let’s go.”
FRIENDLIES
T his is it , we are going to die.
I truly thought they were going to execute us there on the spot.
“On your knees.” That was the first thing we heard as we made our way past the opening in the wall. Strobe lights blinded us. We didn’t know what hit us. They had obviously heard the gunfire and were ready. All of us were tossed to the ground and dirty cotton bags were pushed over our heads, sending everything into complete darkness.
I’m not sure how long we were on our knees but it felt like an eternity. In that time, we heard gunfire. Short bursts followed by an explosion. Through the bag I could make out the silhouette of figures. How many were there? Maybe ten?
They yanked us to our feet and pushed us forward. I stumbled, not able to see where the hell we were going.
“Please tell me this is not part of some weird satanic sex ritual. As I want to give you forewarning. I have a seriously bad case of the crabs,” Baja said. “You do not want to come near me.”
“Shut the hell up and keep moving.”
We must have walked for two miles. They led us down a series of tunnels as I could see the tracks just below the bag.
When they finally lifted the bags from our heads I found myself squinting hard. A bright light was being flashed in front of my face.
“Thought you were going to take some more, didn’t you?”
“You have this all wrong.”
“Really? Put him in the chair.”
I was shoved back into a seat, unable to see my captors. My eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the world around me because of the damn light they were flashing in my eyes. I could feel the heat coming off it, warming my face. Then,
Similar Books
