The Good, The Bad, The Dead

An Unexpected Return

We ran into the flames, guns blazing like the fires littering every flammable source from Immune to trees to even cars that have been sitting around for years. We shot through the deadies like they were paper. We grabbed as many of the Immune as we could and had them follow behind us. We shot a path through the deadies, and for once, no one was scared. Even when the Spiders decided to join the party and started jumping out of windows, we shot through them.
One dead deadie became ten. Then ten became fifty. Before we knew it, we were shooting through swarms while surrounded by the flames of hell. And all without even breaking a sweat. Somehow we finally reached the building that housed the Immune when I first met them.
When I first met Grandfather. When I first met Ella. When I first met... I stopped and looked at Ella.
"Where's Mia???"
Her face dropped. She immediately turned around and started searching through the crowd we had acquired. I told Kent and Wilson to continue with the search for Grandfather in the building and joined her. We called out her name and searched everyone but Mia was no where to be seen. We met back at the front and Ella fell to her knees, defeated.
I tried to comfort her, telling her we'd find Mia soon until large steps echoed through the city. As they grew louder, everyone grew silent. The buildings shook as if a massive titan had come down to Earth and was ready to destroy all. Suddenly the titan showed itself as it walked around the corner of a building a block away.
It was a TSMI. The Brute. It's fingers looked condensed, as if they could stretch a mile if needed. And Wilson didn't lie when he said these were massive. It stood at two stories tall with arms that were surely half of my body in size.
It's shoulders almost reached across the street and it's legs, while not as long as it's arms, were grotesque and walked in such a disgusting way that I would rather not describe. It's head was three times the size of an average human's and it's jaw hung open like most deadies, only it seemed condensed, as if it was trying to keep it up instead of leaving it hang. It stopped and stared at us. We were directly in it's path and with no buildings to retreat into without getting severely burned. The giant laughed.
It looked directly at me. Then it spoke in a voice deep and loud.
"Specialist Michael William Hamburg! I've been waiting for this!"
I let my jaw drop in horror. I noticed a small hole in it's neck and my worst fears were realized... That was no it, it was a he. And his name was Lieutenant James P. Sampson of the United States Military.