[A NEW WORLD] : A NEW ORDER

[A NEW WORLD] : A New Order (ch4 Bruised)

“RAND GET BACK!” He hears Isaiah scream behind him as he is suddenly pulled back, right before a bullet ricochets off the patrol car’s hood, leaving a smooth crater in its wake.

“Thanks man-”  Randy says while panting,”I owe ya one.” He says as he grabs another clip from his belt and loads it into his m1911, cocking it back.

In the opening hours of the attack, they were completely caught by surprise since the navy was supposed to protect them from the sea, and with the communications just now somewhat restored, the response for any military counter would take some time.

Him and the rest of the department were currently defending a road section, directly parallel to the Dunkin's as several police cars were set as makeshift barricades and used for cover.

Right now it seems the naval base is taking the brunt of the attack, since the battleships seem to be focused on bombarding the base's defense, while their infantry pushed up.

However it seemed the base still had some fight left, as from the news camera crew shown zoomed in, token pocket resistance of military police, seamen, and base security forces firing whatever weapons they had in their armory. Which seemed to be working as the enemy's bodies laid lifeless on the beaches, front gate, and floating on the sea.

He peaks over the hood of the car and scans the area. Then suddenly, 3 soldiers come round a corner and he ducks back in, holding his pistol tightly as he steadies his breath.

From the few looks he manages to get of these soldiers. Their uniform consisted of  a dark gray uniform, over it, a lighter gray steel chest, helmet and leg armor stood out, looking like some late steel armor from world war 1.

Their weapons were even stranger, some held SMGs, some large weapons which he guessed was anti armor, but most of them seemed to have old bolt action rifles, similar to the Lee Enfield or mosin.

He lets out a  huff of air before standing up while using the car’s hood as cover, and aligns the iron sight of his pistol on the first soldier, and fires 3 shots, square on his center mass.

*CRACK* *CRACK*

*CRACK*

The first bullet hits his upper armor, and bounces. However the others land direct hits on his torso, leaving visible bullet holes as the soldier goes limp and slowly falls to the floor.

Then the other soldiers raise their rifles, and he quickly falls back into cover as several bullets slam into the car, leaving audible clangs and a small pop from the car’s tire.

He looks at Isaiah, and sees him panting heavily with both hands on his own revolver. Then Isiah raises and fires a single shot, before being forced to return to cover as several rapid shots fly over them.

“SHIT!” Isaiah screams out right before the rapid gun fire stops, “Just my luck, an SMG!” Isaiah says sarcastically.

“WHEN THE FUCKS THE NATIONAL GUARD COMING?!” Corporal Philip days right In Front of him, similarly couched behind another patrol car.

“National guard is still few hours out, the military is still preparing and securing other cities, so for now the National Guard is our best bet.” Sergeant Johnson says behind him, holding an m16a1, “but they still need time, so for now it's our duty to delay the enemy advance until they arrive.”

“How about the swat teams?” Miguel asks from a corner of a wall, holding a Remington 800.

“They should be arriving in a couple minutes, once they do, some of us will be sent back to assist with evacuation.” Johnson says while loading a fresh clip.