Final Crisis

Chapter 34

Meiser shut the door to his office, and a thick silence fell upon the four waiting.

"What the hell is your problem, dude?" Juliet blurted. "You helped save our friend earlier…why the hell are you helping this guy out? He's a psycho!"

"Hey, you better watch your fucking mouth!" Tony retorted, bumping her head with the tip of his finger. "That 'psycho' was a savior to all of us."

"I don't know what 'savior' goes and nabs a bunch of people over something they weren't taking part of."

"You killed our allies!" 

"In self defense!" Raphael said.

"Calm down."

Meiser placed a hand on Tony's shoulder and pulled him back.

Tony shoved off his hand.

"No, everything has fucking gone wrong for us since these assholes showed up. Werster's dead because of them! So many people are!"

"Don't get confrontational. Our orders were to simply watch over them."

Tony ignored him and turned back around.

"You fucks need to know your place here. I'm pissed off. Not another word from either of you."

Juliet grit her teeth. "Fuck you."

"Oh, you—"

Suddenly, Meiser wrapped his arm around Tony's neck and began suffocating him.

Tony gargled on his spit and thrashed around, kicking off a wall to push Meiser back into a shelf. Bottles of pills and medicine crashed to the floor in their tussle.

Raphael and Juliet backed up, their backs right up against the metal door.

Tony attempted to flip behind Meiser, but failed against his sheer strength. He punched into the air behind him wildly and desperately gasped for breath, managing to land a hit on Meiser's cheek.

Tony's face had turned purple, and Meiser did a swift snap of his neck. Tony's body went limp and was thrown aside.

Meiser sighed, staring into the wall and sitting down on the floor. He laid back on a wall and rested his arms over his knees.

His expression was blank, as always, and he refused to look anywhere else.

"What was that…?" Raphael asked.

"Don't say a word. Just…shut up."

They stood there, unsure what to do. They kept an uneasy silence and peace, ignoring eye contact.

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"Hurry up, hurry up, fuck!" Bea shouted, backing away while still crouched.

Infected made their way inside the compound, like a pack of spiders. They crawled ferociously, practically sinking their nails into the ground.

The members wildly fired at them, spraying the ground surrounding the infected. A lucky few managed to land their shots, stopping infected in their tracks. But many powered on through, and rose to their feet and began a full sprint inside.

Bea speed walked backwards, firing off shots from her rifle at the few infected that chased after her. Unbeknownst to her, she stepped past the cover of the vehicle.

"Everyone! We–"

A bullet flew through her head, and blood and bits splattered on a nearby member. They yelled in shock as her body slumped to the ground.

The member made a beeline for the next closest vehicle, but was unable to make it in time before they too were shot down.

"Just a few more seconds…and we can go in…" Bruce whispered to Finn, seeing the infected spreading out. "I'd say there's a dozen or so left."

He spotted the members themselves spreading out and running away from the infected, but a sudden lack of shots from Bill. Only one was fired, but it was way off target.

"What's he doing?"

A member was tackled to the ground and their neck was bitten into.

"It's time!" Bruce announced, seeing that the front was now relatively clear.

He rapidly fired off a text to Russell, and he and Finn sprinted across the street.

They made their way inside the compound, avoiding being in front of the front doors.

The sound of Russell racing his way back down met their ears as Bruce shot out the broken glass. Through the opening, he chucked a smoke bomb inside.

After seeing no one come out or hearing any more gunfire, Bruce commanded Finn. "Go inside and get your friends out quick! I'll cover—"

He jumped back as a knife flew past his face. He ducked behind one of the vehicles and saw a new, smaller group of about five infected making their way inside. He saw one with extremely long hair and a deformed jaw holding a knife, which he could only assume was the one that threw the other knife at him.

Its eyes were locked onto the fallen knife, and it turned its gaze to Bruce. Finn shot it in the head as the other infected scrambled to their feet.

Tires squealed as Russell made his way back. Smoke clouds followed the car as it skidded to a stop. He exited the vehicle, taking out a pistol to fire at the infected coming inside.

"Russ watch out!" Finn screamed at the top of his lungs, seeing a pair of infected running down the street behind Russell. He immediately turned his attention to fire at the infected coming at him, but they were fast and he missed his shots.

One of them leaped and tackled Russell down to the ground, but he shot it in the head. Blood leaked on his arm and he threw it aside. The other infected kicked his gun away and landed on top of him, but was mindful of Finn's shots and turned on its side, turning Russell as well.

"Shit!" Finn yelled, backing up from a swiping infected.

He did a front kick which connected on its jaw, almost backing into another infected. He shoved it down and jumped over it, keeping his hands plastered on his shoulders when doing so. He kicked at another infected that came close to him, knocking them back on their rear.

Bruce picked off the infected, seeing that more were coming from behind him.

Shit! They were the ones in here earlier! What the hell is Bill doing!?