Mass Effect 4: the Second War (Mass Effect fanfic)

Chapter 13

August 15, 2214

0300 hours

"Shepard, we gotta finish the mission. Camille and Eric will tend to Isabel, we gotta head to the Reaper crash site." Nick said as he inserted a thermal clip into his rifle.

Isabel was passed out, on the floor with a bandage pressed on her wound to stop the flow of blood.

We moved out of the camp site and took shelter in the building, we resupplied using the mercenary weapons and ammuniton and tended to Isabel, Camille was providing overwatch while Eric was helping Isabel.

"Sir, we really need to finish the mission. Command will be on our a** pretty soon."

"I know, you and me will head south to the crash site, Sanchez."

"Sir."

"Your incharge of the group, when she is able to move head to the LZ to the north bound cliffs."

"Yes sir."

I opened my comlink.

"Camille, how are things going outside?" I asked

"Well, they stopped sending mercs and bots after I blew their heads off, exploded like watermelons. It was calm and quiet after awhile, don't like the feeling.They're probably gearing up for another assault."

"Copy that, me and Gallion are heading to the crash site."

"Roger that sir."

I picked my rifle off the ground and took a few grenades with me, I headed outside in the cool, dry air.

"Great day for a morning jog. Ehh commander?" He greeted with his helmet tucked in his hand, Phaeston rifle on his back and holding a M-22 Eviscerator shotgun in the other hand.

"Nice shotgun." I replied.

"Got it from a salarian mercenary trying to bust the barricade open."

"Ok. Lets get moving." I moved past him and through the barricade we made by rigging the vehicles and parts around the building and formed a barricade using Sanchez's biotic powers to lift the heavy stuff around the entrance after placing trip mines in the other exits.

"Good luck commander." I heard Camille say.

We walked south for a couple hours, we reached the crash site by the start of dawn, but for some reason, the air was misty, cold and dark as if night just stayed in that spot.

"I don't like this.." Nick pulled out his shotgun and kept the safety off.

Mist was all over making visibility a pain. We were ok at first but then the first of the creatures ran out of the fog.

They were groutesque and bent shapes, they had humanoid features, but they were different somehow. Whatever clothes they were wearing was torn to tatters, they're fingers were shaped like knives. They're faces were grey and bloody. They had this metallic look as well. They sprinted straight for us.

Chills were running up and down my spine like a knife was lodged there. Fear was spreading around my body. I found it very hard to breath.

"Sh*t!" Gallion fired two shells onto the first couple figures, completely decimating the first few, but a couple more ran out of the fog.

Once I got to my senses, I emptied my clip into another group. I reloaded and slammed my rifle butt against another of the figures. Emptied another clip against another mob.

They were easy to take down but were fast moving and moved in groups, a heavy shotgun like a Claymore or a Graal spike thrower would be good enough to take a group out. Or a flamethrower would burn their skin.