Board Thread:Lores/@comment-30517583-20171206101919

I'm going to Spain in two days so I might as well just put this down.

I wasn't completely satisfied with how the actual Part 4.5 went down, so here is a remake.

If you want to know what happened all before this, it's better to start from the beginning.

http://r2da.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:277712

http://r2da.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:277714

http://r2da.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:279413

http://r2da.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:281200

http://r2da.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:282229

http://r2da.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:286912

http://r2da.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:332259

 Part 4.5

Note: Weapons mentioned here are all R2D, not R2DA variants.

“Shit…What the hell was that? Is that even human!?”

Keats stared at the body of the mutilated corpse, before heaving it off the soldier trapped underneath.

“Sir…. Thank you.”

The soldier extricated himself from the claw-like hands of the dead body, retracting each finger slowly from his Kevlar vest.

Wet, tearing sounds emanated from the deck of the SS. Bolivar.

“… Poor bastard. Just what happened to them?”

“Hey, judging from the way it tried to tear apart our chests, can we say they’ve gone mad or become cannibals? Maybe even zombies…”

“Private”, snapped Keats, “You need to stop reading those ******* piece of shit novels. All I care is that they’ve eaten a subordinate, and so they’ve declared themselves hostile. The first shithead that pokes his brain above the prow will get nailed by this little ******.

Keats raised his FAMAS above his head.

Another soldier piped up.

“Sir, they are members of the Bolivar. We’ve been told to escort them safely back to base, we haven’t been told to fire on them.”

“So, are we going to wait here like lambs ready for the slaughterhouse? Yeah, right.”

Keats snorted.

The group of soldiers remained silent, until one of the corpses raised itself over the prow of the Bolivar.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Keats instantly brought up his FAMAS, finger pulling down on the trigger, five shots aimed precisely at the head of the corpse.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">At first, the corpse seemed to have died, tilting forwards towards the jetty, but then a solid thump on the concrete jetty proved it was still alive… As alive a corpse could be.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Only then did Keats look closer at the corpse, noticing the blue skin that seemed to dazzle from constant electric currents flowing across the body, the rippling muscles, the stretched fabric of what had been a pair of jeans, and finally the giant club and 3-metre-tall body.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“What the hell….”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">One of Keats’s squaddies, through sheer panic alone, pulled down the trigger of his AK, the rifle flailing in his hands as he tried to bring the rifle back into his control. Two clacking sounds rang out, and sped out towards the corpse on the edge of the jetty.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Only to be repulsed as the corpse crossed his arms across his chest and leaned forwards, creating some kind of unexplainable phenomena which repelled the bullets entirely.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">At this sudden occurrence, keeping sane was all Keats could do.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“Shit! Everyone pull back, do not let it get near you! If it can do that, I do NOT want to find out what it can do WITH the club!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">All eight of them scrambled up the jetty, pulling away from the Bolivar.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“You two at the back! Prepare Grenades! Everyone else, provide suppressing fire so they can get in range!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The two men nearest to the giant pulled out grenades from their side holsters, and began to run back towards the giant.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The other five and Keats spun around, flicked off the safeties to their firearms, and unleashed a hail of bullets toward the giant.

<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:107%;font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:DengXian;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">As Keats  expected, the giant proceeded to repel the bullets. What he did not expect it to do was to cut its action suddenly and throw its club straight at one of the grenade bearers.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The club crashed straight into the man’s body, the force of the impact pushing him into the murky water underneath the jetty. An ominous trail of blood and gore slowly floated onto the surface of the water.

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<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The other bearer ran on, oblivious to the other runner’s fate.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As for the men beside Keats, they halted their barrage, staring in shock at their fellow comrade’s fate.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“What the hell are you doing?! Keep firing, kill it before more of the things come!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The men quickly brought up their guns and resumed the barrage.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The grenade bearer, now getting closer and closer to the giant, pulled out the pin of his grenade.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">As if it knew what was going to happen to it, the giant slowly backed away from the soldier, until it was on the very edge of the jetty.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The soldier brought up his arm, about to release the grenade, as his other arm reached for his sidearm….

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Just as a giant red something wrapped itself around his waist, tripping him and knotting itself onto him, causing him to release the grenade mid throw.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“Shit! The Bolivar! We forgot about them! Everyone, fire at the guy who owns this giant red rope-thing!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">More and more figures were starting to emerge from the bowels of the Bolivar, crowding around the deck and trying to land on the jetty, most failing and splashing into the water, but others succeeding.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A wave of gunfire knocked them back, blood and bits of flesh splashed across the deck and walls of the Bolivar.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The grenade thrown by the soldier failed to reach the ship and splashed into the water before detonating harmlessly beneath the pier.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The large giant positioned itself between the runner reeling in the soldier, and Keats’s squad arranged at the end of the pier.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Keats cursed under his breath, as he slotted another magazine into his FAMAS.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“Somebody recover him! Before that Brute gets him!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A Chinalake shell arced into the horde massed at the end of the pier and detonated, metal fragments tearing through the horde and into the Brute’s skin.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A renewed barrage of fire sheared away at the corpses trying to converge on the squad from around the Brute.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">However, the runner and the Brute still stood as if nothing had happened, and the tide of undead still didn’t seem as if it would end soon.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Two soldiers ran forwards towards the soldier trapped by the runner, one cradling a SPAS-12 in his arms and the other drawing a Combat Knife from his belt.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">In reply to this, two new undead jumped onto the pier.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Clothed in hazmat suits, emitting toxic gas from the tanks on their backs and rips in their suits clearly showing the signs of a battle, they lurched towards the two soldiers.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Backwards.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The two didn’t take any chances.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The one with the SPAS-12 aimed at the corpse on the left and fired.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The SPAS-12 boomed, shredding open the tank:

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">Before the tank exploded and caught the soldier in its blast radius, and launched the soldier over the side of the pier.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">A sickly green fluid remained where the corpse had perished.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">By the time the soldier hit the water, he was long dead.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The other soldier charged towards the corpse on the right, seeking to knife it through the heart, but as soon as he came close he began to spasm for an unknown reason.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">His knife clattered to the ground from nerveless fingers as he slumped to his knees and wrung his head in confusion.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">“Wha-“

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<p class="MsoNoSpacing">The last thing the soldier saw through his hazy vision was the reflection of his own face in the suit’s visor before the Brute’s club smashed into his side. <ac_metadata title="Kingstreet Part 4.5 {[Remake]}"> </ac_metadata>