Final Crisis

Chapter 27

Raphael wandered through the empty dorm building, listening intently for any noise inside. He could hear the muffled rumbling of footsteps outside, counting himself as lucky that none had followed him in.

He stuck his pistol out, his machete in his other hand. Only the sound of blood dripping met his ears.

He paused after turning another corner, hearing the sound of a few infected.

"I'm not running this time, you fucks," He muttered to himself.

He caught sight of two sturdies and a normal infected. He rapidly shot the normal one in the head with his pistol, and shot one of the sturdies in the nose, completely blowing it off. It cried out and clutched at the hole in its face as Raphael dashed forward.

He knocked the other sturdy a few feet away with a powerful kick to the stomach, and took his machete and drove it straight through the noseless sturdy's chest, right through the heart. He grabbed its shoulder and yanked his machete out, throwing the sturdy aside. He paced his way over to the other one, which was barely getting to its knees, and swung his machete down.

He cut it in the shoulder, making blood squelch and the sturdy squeal, and he ripped out the machete and decapitated it with a single swing, grunting harshly. He kicked the head aside.

He heard the sound of two other infected, pulling out his buster pistol after seeing yet another sturdy coming toward him. He fired and it had insane recoil, making his arm feel sore.

The blast completely annihilated the sturdy's legs, blowing them off entirely. He decided to conserve ammo, focusing on the other infected shambling towards him and he punched it right in the nose. It fell on its rear.

He made a small 'eugh' sound at the sight of it. Its teeth were disgusting and dirty, its gums a hideous assortment of dark colors.

"Come on, you ugly bitch! Get up!"

It swung at him and he weaved, swiftly avoiding all its attempts as he made quick breaths each time. He jabbed it in the stomach, then used his hammer to slam it in the side of the head. He grunted furiously, denting in its head with repeated swings that flung blood everywhere.

He caught his breath, then heard the sound of the sturdy grumbling and trying to crawl away. It was leaving a large blood smear on the floor, desperately trying to get away.

"You thought you were gonna get away, you musty bitch?" He said, taking his machete and slicing it through the back of its neck. He stomped the blade down and fully decapitated it as well with a loud crunch.

He cracked his neck and continued on.

He moved ever so slowly, trying to open all of the doors he could. Many of them were locked, but some weren’t, though all he found whenever he opened one was a messy room that he guessed to himself probably had weed stashed somewhere inside.

Maybe some of that wouldn’t be so bad right now…

As he mentally joked to himself, he lowered his guard while opening another door.

“HIYAH!” was all he heard before seeing a young girl with a knife leap out.

He cursed and managed to move out of the way, then shoved the girl down and pointed his gun at her.

She grunted upon hitting the floor, and he kept his gun on her. At that moment, a wave of confusion washed over his face.

“...Sierra?”

“Raphael?” The girl muttered, looking up at him.

“Jeez, don’t scare me like that,” He groaned, lowering his gun. “I almost shot you.”