Fax looked up to see Dahlia and the rest of the crew in front of her. Fax smiled as she stood up, but then a sharp pain shot up her arm. The medic, McNinja, ran up to her aid. He examined the wound before he took out some gauze.
“Only dislocated,” McNinja replied with an Irish accent. He looked at her with his blue eyes. “This is gonna smart.”
“What?” Fax asked until she screamed. She looked at McNinja wildly before he finished with her elbow as he placed her arm in a makeshift sling. “What the hell did you do?”
“Relocated yer elbow,” he answered as he adjusted his gloves. “When we get back home, I’ll properly handle yer arm.”
Fax nodded and looked at the blackened corpses on the ground. She picked up her hat to see that the flames charred the brim.
“Damn it, Sammich,” Fax whined. “Ya burned my hat.”
A red suited person walked up and turned off the flamethrower. The person then took off the mask and gave a grin. “Sorry, Fax. Shit happens. Besides, that was four points to me. Unfortunately, ‘Soul is still in the lead.”
Fax shook her head and placed the hat backwards on her head. She looked to see Dahlia, Sammich, and McNinja. “Where’s everyone else?”
Just then the sound of a mini gun could be heard along with maniacal laughter. The four turned to see their large teammate as he fired into nothingness. The four then saw another teammate run towards them with explosives in his hand. He tossed it into the fray and covered his ears. The explosives went off and everyone felt the small breeze the explosives caused. Fax closed her eyes and covered her face. The mini gun stopped its fire and the sound of the gun reloading was heard.
“Hailfax!” the rather large man exclaimed with an equally large grin on his face.
Hailfax smiled. “Hey, Alex. Marauder.”
The one called Marauder gave a small wave and threw up more explosives. Marauder gave a small laugh and continued through the streets.
“Glad to see you’re okay,” a voice crept up from behind.
Hailfax jumped and quickly turned around with baseball bat ready to strike. She sighed to see a familiar hockey mask and lit cigarette. “Dammit, Outlaw, don’t sneak up on me like that.”
“Sentry’s down until we get to the next point,” their engineer, Dodom stated as she dropped the large tool box.
“Sniper’s out of position,” Dahlia replied as she interrupted the team getting back together. “They’re telling us to move out. Head back to base.”
The group began to walk toward their destination. Every so often, Marauder would shout: “Fire in the hole!” and an explosive would go off. At first the explosions would bother Fax, but she let them go after the fifth one.
Fax then felt Marauder elbowed her on her good arm. “I’m beating ‘Souls by five points. Think she can get a Hunter in the next few hours?”
Fax scoffed. “Ensouls is one of the best snipers we got. ‘Course she’s gonna get a Hunter. Prolly a ‘Zerker if possible.”
“Marauder, I just sniped a Hunter and three Crawlers. Beat that,” a light voice crackled on Marauder’s headset.
Marauder stopped and held his headset again. “Say again, ‘Soul?”
“She’s kicking yer ass, mate!” Dodom cried out as the rest of the team laughed.
Marauder made a frown as he threw another explosive behind him in mock anger. The crew laughed once again as they continued down main street to head toward the Potomac River. The once majestic city was in ruins. Fax remembered how she used to come to this city to see priceless art and the once beautiful history of the city; of country. The crew passed 12th street when they heard groans nearby. Fax heard the crew load their weapons while she heard the hum of the minigun come to life. Fax gripped her baseball bat with the wish that she grabbed her scattergun, or at least the pistol. She looked up to see a small crowd of zombies; the crew must’ve awoken the zombies or it could’ve just been Marauder.
“Should I set up a Sentry?” Dodom questioned aloud as she loaded her shot gun.
“Negative,” Ensouls’ voice crackled over the headset. “There’s only about twenty of them.”
“So, it’s a “who gets to shoot the most zombies” game then?” Marauder asked.
“Yes and the whole let us survive when we get to the boats,” Ensouls reminded them. “I’m in position. When you guys see them, start shooting.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Dodom replied as she loaded the shotgun. She cocked the shotgun and pointed it toward the crowd that headed towards the crew. The groans became louder as the group shuffled closer. Fax gripped her bat and raised it above her head ready to strike anything that came close. She saw the first line of zombies. Their arms stretched out and their mouths hung open. Fax took a step back; she was injured and she didn’t want to get injured further.
“Yowza!” Enouls’ voice was heard. “Got me a Spitter!”
“Dammit, Soul!” Marauder exclaimed.