I sit here at night polishing brass, loading heavy rifle rounds. In the corner sits a grenade launcher, and boxes of frag rounds. Knives, all hones wicked sharp and oiled with gun oil, sit on every surface and hang on the wall. 20 dozen rifles sit ready, loaded, cleaned and oiled, in various spots around the apt. Another 50 dozen Browning machine guns sit in the center of the room. Pistols and revolvers sit on top of hundreds of thousands of boxes of ammunition.
We sit here, getting ready. Little Ling has 2 Miniguns strapped to himself, one for each meaty hand. damn bugger is 7 feet tall and 300 pounds of ex army. Two long BUSSE swords are strapped to his back. Charlie Boy sits in the window, with an old African lion rifle, polishing the massive brass shells by hand. 35,000 of them lined up all round him, gleaming like gold in the waning light. The rest of the tenants are armed with M16's, AK47's, hunting rifles, whatever they could grab during the last raid of Petes Gun supply. Poor guy, pete got ripped apart by the primates when he left his store one night.
The city is calm right now the smoke and screams have subsided. We have holed up on the 10th floor, in a penthouse. Ol Doc welded the elevators shut as well as the stairwells. Jimmy is on the roof gathering rainwater, Lisa and Pauly are disposing of the human waste. The rest of them are glassing the city, looking for the chimps.
Pedro and his crew radio up from the 2nd floor, they have secured and welded all the entrances. They a re heading up to the next level to do the same. so far we have contained the chimps to the lobby.
THOCK THOCK THOCK THOCK the staccato sounds of a chopper echo thru the city. Thats Mel and his fire crew, returning from a food and fuel supplies run. I send up Tommy and his crew to standby while the chopper lands. We got meat and potatoes tonight, a welcome relief from the C-rats of the last week.
we dine and wait. Constant waiting. A bunch of the farm boys sit on the roof, chewing RedMan, drinking Bud and sniping off the primates that come into their sights. Best sniper is a farm boy, they can red mist a gopher at 500 yards. One of the best we have is a lad named Mick, a 16 y/o who ran his daddies farm alone when his parents dies in a house fire. Mick dont talk anymore, but thats ok. He keeps a little kitten by his side, feeding it sardines and little tins of cat food. He lost everything in that fire, the farm stock, his parents, his baby sister and his GF, but he found that little cat mewling in the ashes. Look after it like family. He's a ace shot, and i'm not surprised, the primates set the fire.............there will be holy retribution if that lil kitty gets harmed.
Night falls. we all switch on the infrared goggles. The streets below are quiet, the primates have retreated for the night, suffering heavy losses at our hands and whoever else is armed with rifles.
The sweet night air envelopes us. The scent of lilacs mingle with the scent of gun oil, brass, sweat, fear, roasting steaks, beer and , hope. Yes, we still have hope.
we sit and wait. Some of the men and women doze off, some are awake. The static of the World band radio is ever present, as Sal scans the bands, broadcasting a distress call. .
night wanes into deep night, crickets chirp, its pretty quite.
At 0400 hours the alarm went off. The 1st floor has been breached.
its always in the early morn that they come.
The primates are here.
Little Ling just nods and heads down the private service elevator, his vest bulging with grenades and minigun ammunition. I watch on the security monitor as he goes down. He stops on second floor, sending the elevator back up to us. LL radios in, i'm down here Boss, they are breaking the welds. I got this........
a few minutes later we all hear the whine of twin miniguns, and the screams of a primate attack party. We feel vibrations as LL tosses a few grenades into the fray. I got em i got em. We're clear on 2nd floor.
I send down the welders to reweld the doors and brace them.
The look outs on the building radio in that there is a group of primates around 200 strong coming up the back way.
I send down a few more crew to back up LL.
and on it goes.....
)) And if something survives 5 hits from .357 Magnum in alpha zone, it's either Batman, his bro or T-Rex and you had no chance anyway.