Mutant Busters: Insomniac Hell

Chapter Seven. A Battle

           My father was very military. He raised my brother and I in a very specific way. He was very rough on us and if we didn't match his ideologies, then we'd never hear the end of it. This is how life was, that's how it works here. His military training is what led him to mum, a medic from the other side. He 'saved' her and married her after the war and had us. He trained us in the military way while mum taught us medical procedures. When I told them I was gay, they refused to believe it, but my mum accepted me soon after.
My Father Never Changed.
   Laying on the ground for what seemed like the eighth time, I thought back on my training, simple childhood procedures I'd go through daily, and figured out what I needed to do. I sat up and looked around, to see Shooter. He was alive, but he didn't seem all that well.
"Shooter?" I whisper-yelled to him. He minimally reacted. I crawled over to him to see he clearly wasn't in the best of conditions. I checked for a pulse and confirmed he was alive.
"Shooter, wake up." I said, encouraging his awakening. Patches crawled out from a pocket and seemed okay, then Shooter sat up, slightly wincing from pain.
"Did we just jump out a window?" He asked quietly. I nodded. Patches crawled to his face and sat on his cheek, waiting for him to get up. He raised a hand so he could pet Patches. I smiled, seeing how far he's come in such a short amount of time.
"I should get up now. Patches, to the pocket." He said. Patches did as he said and ran back to the pocket. Soon after, Shooter lifted his upper half, then got off the ground.
"Enjoy your break? Come on, we have bigger fish to fry!" I yelled. I pulled out a gun from my bag as Shooter pulled out two.
"Very extra of you now let's go!" I said. We ran to where the shadows attacked from and saw how many there actually were.
"How the hell did this happen?" Shooter asked. I tried to think about possible ways but ended up lifting my gun and shooting a nightmare creature in the head. The whole gang looked towards me and started to rush.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" Shooter yelled pointing both guns at the creatures.
"I was thinking it's time to go!" I yelled back, not as loud 'cause that would hurt. We both started shooting these things. I was aiming for the heads and it seemed to be working. So I shot. And shot. Until I noticed how many were gone. I looked closer to see Shooter, maneuvering his way around the shadows while killing them.
'Dear god that's hot- what no. Don't get distracted!'
I continued shooting at them from a distance, killing a small bit of them, while Shooter was kicking ass in the frontline.
  When I shot the last shadow, it seemed like the world had stopped. We had won. Right?
"Sheriff, look out!"

                          Crash!

I was pushed out of the way by Shooter as a guardian slammed down its arms. I looked back in shock. No. No way. The liquid. The guardian. What have I done?! I grabbed my gun and started shooting at the misshapen monster of shadow and anguish. Shooter joined me. One. Two. Three. Four. Four shots in. All on my end. Two. Four. Six. Eight. Eight from Shooter. Twelve shots. Bang. Bang. Bang. It has to be close. It has to be dead soon. It must have some sort of breaking point. Bang. Bang. Bang. No. No. No. No. It has to die. It has to. Bang. Bang. Bang. Just die already! Die. Die. DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!!!
Boom.
The guardian fell with a final shot to the head. It's body melting into the ground. We did it. We won. I looked over at Shooter to see his face twisted into one of terror. I took a moment. Slowly turning. Turning. Turning my head to see the army of shadow creatures standing at the gate.
We can't win.

  "Sheriff run!" Shooter yelled at me. I tried to, but I wouldn't budge. It was like being glued in one place by some kind of magic. I tried to move, I tried to get away but I couldn't. My body just wouldn't move. Shooter must have noticed because he ran back to me and grabbed me. I was being dragged as we were being chased by this, this hoard. I was absolutely terrified, but now I could run. I didn't care how 'gay' it was, but I held onto Shooters hand for dear life. His hand gripped mine just as tight. We made it to a small jeep thing and instantly got in. Shooter seemed to have the keys and was starting the vehicle as I panicked to myself. Soon enough, the vehicle started and Shooter floored the gas.
The vehicle took off at max speed, causing me to hold on to not only my pants, but the seat itself. If I was dying, this car is going with me to the grave. Shooter also seemed panicked, but he showed it very differently.
"Go faster you piece of shit car!" Shooter said to his busted-up jeep. I looked behind me to see an entire army of shadows chasing us. I pulled out the gun from in between the two seats and aimed for the herd. Bang! Bang! Bang! I shot two in the head but missed on the third shot. I continued shooting while Shooter got us further away from the herd.
"Ah fuck!" I heard Shooter yell. I looked over to see we were running out of gas.