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WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED INSIDE THE ZONE


Sector A:


FREAK walked towards the trees and sat down. He was alone and looked tired. He carefully scanned the entire area and even looked into the high branches of the nearby trees, checking for the Predator. Apparently satisfied, he waited, all senses alert.

Almost an hour passed, and Freak started to get restless.

Just then, he heard the bushes part behind the tree he was sitting. Quickly looking left and right, Freak stood up slowly lifting his machete high. He didnt know who had come around to him, but he didnt care.

The figure came into his vision just a moment before he swung the machete down hard.

THWACKK!!

SCOUSE MAC uttered a surprised cry and fell backwards. The blow had caught him on his left shoulder. Freak took a good look at him and swung again across Scouse's chest.

THWACKK!! THWACKK!!

Scouse took two blows and deep gashes opened across his chest, spurting out blood. Scouse fell down and turned around, groaning loudly.

THWACKK!!

The machete ripped across Scouse's back and left a long, ugly red dent on it. A large piece of flesh was opened which darkened quickly into a big blot of bloody crimson and thick, viscous blood started pouring out.

The machete's blade slid out of the handle, and Freak dropped it. He was heaving slightly, taking large gulps of breath. Scouse was reaching for his HPs as Freak heard slight footfalls behind him.

MILKTOASTE came through the bushes and halted almost instantly, looking at the scene before him. Freak looked up at him and smiled.

"He's all yours, bud," Freak winked at Milktoaste.

Scouse had patched himself up by then, and his Assault Rifle had slid slowly down his shoulder. Before Milktoaste could say anything, grenades flew in Freak's direction. Freak paled.

THWUNK!! THWUNK!! THWUNK!! THWUNK!! THWUNK!!

Five grenades lobbed all around Freak, and he didnt have any place to jump to.

BAMMMMM!! BAMMMMM!! BAMMMMM!! BAMMMMM!! BAMMMMM!!

The collective blasts of all five grenades shook that area of the forest, and it became full of smoke and dust. Freak let out two big and loud cries and flew backwards straight at the rocks behind him, numerous open and gaping wounds opened all over his body. By the tiime he fell heavily, he almost blacked out but kept his senses with him. He grabbed at his HPs and tried to heal himself as the smoke and dirt slowly subsided into the forest air.

Freak turned around weakly to hide behind the rocks where he had landed. Scouse bit his lip to fight back the pain as he hobbled up into a half-standing position, and pointed the assault rifle straight at the almost ripped-apart Freak, as he crawled forward towards the safety of the rocks. Scouse steadied his hands to aim, and started firing.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!

The recoil of the Assault Rifle firing continuous bullets threw Scouse backwards, and all of the shots sunk into several parts of Freak's body, opening him up and tearing him apart. Freak moaned and let out grunts as the bullets thudded into him everywhere, his slow hands reaching for his HPs. He finally slid below the rock, and finished patching himself the best he could. In the end, he still had 5 HPs left with him.

So did scouse, as he lay on the ground taking in big, deep breaths.

Milktoaste lifted his revolver once, and started thinking. Freak peeked at him from behind the rocks, and guessed what he was thinking.

"You can still get him, Milktoaste! Remember, out of us three that are left, he is the smartest, and so he is the most dangerous!" Freak yelled out.

Milktoaste started to aim at Scouse. "He's got a point," he said to Scouse without taking his eyes off him, even for an instant.

Scouse took in deep breaths and tensed up, staring at the barrel of Milktoaste's revolver. Milktoaste pulled the hammer of the revolver back, and the click was loud enough to make Freak smile.

BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!



(To Be Continued...)