The Final Mission

Road to Dallas

Siegfried was in the passenger seat with his automatic rifle on his lap, the wind was strong as the car drove fast down the road. Francesco was driving the car his eyes focused on the road ahead of him. The men were approximately 20 miles from Dallas.

"It's quiet. No bandits. No infected. Nothing. Not even any dead bodies for miles. Something is off." Said Siegfried uneasily. "Hmm well may-" *Francesco's sentence was cut off by a whizzing noise and an explosion. A bandit fired an RPG round at their vehicle. The RPG around didn't hit it but the blast was strong enough to send the jeep spinning around in the air and thrashing about the side parts flying off of it as it thrashed about violently. If not for their seat-belts they would have been flung from the car and sent flying. Both of the men now laid unconscious.

As Siegfried started to regain consciousness his vision was blurry and the colors he was seeing were like someone mixed all the paint in an artists workshop together. As his vision returned he was able to notice his surroundings. He was buckled in the jeep upside down. Fire had erupted all around him. He used Dracula to cut his seatbelt and he fell head first onto the top of the jeep. "Fuck." He crawled out slowly and looked around him as he limped away from the jeep.

"Fuck. Francesco.. Where?" He looked around and noticed multiple footprints and signs of someone being dragged away. Siegfried followed them to the road where he noticed fresh tire marks. "Francesco. I'm coming." Siegfried stated to himself as he stood and cracked his neck his voice filled with anger and rage as he followed the tire marks.

-Francesco's P.O.V.-
Francesco awoke from the blast with a splitting headache and blurred vision. He looked to his side to see Siegfried unconscious and dangling. Francesco took the opportunity to crawl out of the window and onto the glass filled dirt path. Until he was met with a pair of boots and looked up. "Ahhhh a survivor I see? Well aren't you the tough guy!" "Hehe men take him and put him in the back of the truck and check the second guys pulse." The man barked orders and the bandits followed his command diligently. He was a large man in camouflage pants and a black vest with no shirt so his chest hair and beer belly were visable. He had a scar across his nose and was bald with no beard. A man ran to Siegfried and put his fingers to his neck and said: "He doesn't have a pulse sir." And as those words were spoken Francesco's mood dropped immensely for he was now the only survivor of their group. The mission was now his and his alone. The bandits dragged him and tossed him into the back of the truck as he was dragged he saw his and Siegfried's guns destroyed from the car crash. The truck drove off with people sitting next to him in the back. A few moments later they had arrived at the camp.

The camp wasn't exactly a camp more of a bunker from a person who was ready for the apocalypse before it happened. Francesco was dragged inside and what he saw wasn't much. The first room had a television and DVD player that were working because of the gas generator that sat outside. The lights were on and there was a hall with four rooms. Two of which were bedrooms with no doors attached. Another had white paint slathered on it that read "Storage". And the final had nothing on it. Just a simple black door that had a terrible stench emanating from it, and sadly, where the two men were taking him.

  The room was pitch black except for a dim light that came from a dangling lightbulb it's light illuminating nothing but a bloody wooden chair. The boss sat him down and tied him up and hit Francesco with as much force as a freight train. "DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD KILL OUR MEN AND NOT HAVE ME FIND OUT ABOUT IT!?" He yelled into Francesco's ear loudly his revolting breath nearly knocking Francesco out cold. "..." Francesco said nothing as he wasn't intimidated by him. The boss began to torture Francesco for what felt like hours until the lights cut out suddenly and both Francesco and the boss looked around. "HahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Francisco laughed loudly and the boss grabbed his jaw and asked in a serious tone. "What's happening? What did you do?" Francisco replied simply in between laughs. "Haha you're fucked. I should have know it would take a lot more than a car crash to kill Siegfried. Haha oh man...you. Are. Screwed." Almost seconds later the door was kicked down to show a bloodied gut slathered Siegfried looking at the man with rage in his eyes.

-Siegfried-
  Siegfried followed the tracks until he came to where the truck was. In front of a bunker were two men guarding the entrance. He approached them walking slowly and they pointed their guns at him. "Stop! Who are you!?" They said. "Your worst nightmare." He threw Dracula into one of the guard's head right between the eyes and as he dropped the man looked to him in fear, then back to Siegfried. Before he could do anything Siegfried hit him hard in the gut, headbutt him, and then as he dropped Siegfried stomped his boot onto his skull crushing it. Siegfried noticed the generator and the lights on and saw it as an opportunity to go in stealthily. First he hid the bodies. Next he stabbed the generator and as the power went out he hid. Seconds later a man came out to investigate. Siegfried sneaked up behind him and slit his throat before he stabbed his skull and went to the front door. He opened it to see a man looking at him. Siegfried rushed him before he could react and stabbed into his gut then into his skull. Siegfried walked down the hall looking into the open rooms finding nothing until he came to the black door and kicked it down. He stared the boss down and looked at Francesco's abused body. Enraged he came at the man and held him to a wall bringing his machete into his belly stabbing into it repeatedly over and over in and out. His innards had been yanked out from the force of the machete's stabbing. His guts had bloodied up Siegfried as he didn't stop until there was nothing inside of him. Siegfried stared at him with anger in his eyes the entire time he ripped him apart. The boss fell, his entire chest ripped open and intestines sprawled out over the floor. He cut Francesco's binds and they embraced in a long hug. "They said you were dead." Francisco stated and it caused Siegfried to laugh. "It'll take more than a couple bruises to kill me. Now come on let's check their storage room for supplies and get the fuck out of here." Siegfried ordered and they went together into the room marked "storage" and the walls were lined with canned foods and water. They took a couple bags and filled them with the supplies and in the corner were three guns. A magnum. Which Siegfried took along with the ammo and a sniper rifle and an AK-47 which Francisco took along with the ammo. The two men nodded to each other and headed off to the truck setting their new gear in the back and driving off, however not for long as their was little gas.
The two men were forced to walk many miles on foot and they smiled to each other as they passed a sign that stated "Welcome to Dallas" on it with blood splattered all over making the words barely visible. "Well we finally made it." "Welcome to Dallas." Francesco stated as they walked into the city together. Ready for what's next.....or were they?

-Chapter 3-
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