There is a certain intense focus that you get when you don’t care about dying anymore. I could see every detail of the bullet ridden corridor, every detail of the men who rushed towards me and died with eruptions of crimson as they met my bullets. The one thing I was missing was sound. It was eerily silent. I couldn’t hear my own war cry that I knew was coming from my throat.
I know it was all in my mind. I had gone through 2 sets of pistols and no less than 30 men lay bleeding in the hall. I wanted to sprint to the door, but goons kept pouring in. Soon they would have to find another entrance. The dead were blocking the way.
I was using the corner for cover. I would roll around and dodge to the other side, all the while firing into the doorway. “I need to get out of here…” I muttered to myself. Not really needing the reminder. I had to go. I had to do something. I took off towards the back of the rest home, shooting behind me and hoping I was making the right choice.
I felt a shock and fell to the ground. I had been hit. There was a dull pain in my back and the wind was knocked out of me, but my vest had stopped the bullet. I rolled over just in time to see 2 goons clear the hallway entrance. I aimed and pulled the trigger on the pistol that I didn’t drop as I fell. It barked once, taking down Goon #1 and then was silent. Empty.
I tossed it away and was reaching for another when I felt the fire in my thigh. Goon #2 had got a lucky shot in. I pulled another pistol and fired. Again and again I fired until that magazine was exhausted. Goon #2 resembled hamburger. I sat up and looked at my leg during a brief lull in bad guys.
Not bleeding too bad, nothing major hit. I would survive. I just didn’t know how fast I could run. I drew another pistol and went to the goons I had just downed to get theirs. I could hear shouts outside. I knew they were heading around the building hoping to get to the back. Maybe I should just go for the front door. Why should I? It was closer.
Goon #1 was wearing a tie which I relieved him of and tied it around my wounded leg. A pistol in each hand again. Why had I not seen anyone for at least 3 minutes? I crawled on my belly over to the hall entrance that led to the front door. A pile of bodies blocked my view until I rose up a bit. There were 2 guys with machine guns on either side of the door and 2 behind each of them.
I could faintly hear the rattling of a back door somewhere behind me. This was not going to be pretty. If this was to be my final stand, I was going to go out in style. I stood and started shooting at the machine gun guys. They were dead before they registered the movement.
The pairs behind them raised their guns as mine spat fire and lead in their direction. I hit the other side of the hall and discarded the empty pistols. I drew 2 more. I ran back across the entrance firing. There was no one there, alive anyway. So far, so good.
I could still hear fumbling with the back door. I may have a chance. I carefully crawled over the bodies in hall, coming nearer and nearer the front door. I picked up pistols on the way. I made it to the first machine gun as another man came in the door. A quick blast took him as well.
I had a stray thought that I should get points for all of these guys. Back to business. The other machine gun, several magazines on each man. All mine now. I sat down there just this side of the door, on the left side of the hall. I could see outside. I could see the central hub of the reception area.
I had bodies for a shield. Let the rest come, I was ready.
