Tricked (t.m.r.)

1.28 - Intoxicated

"Get the immunes and clear out! Go, go go!"

The earth shook at its core as explosions were activated around us and I almost lost my footing toppling backwards because of the heavy armour I was suited in. Chaos dawned upon civilisation and everywhere I look, I could see people running and screaming and attacking each other. I pointed my gun at one of the people who were past the gone and shot him straight in the head as he came rushing towards our bus. He fell towards the ground at my feet when the bullet buried itself into his brain. Another crank followed and I sliced her neck open with a dagger before she could touch the door. She grabbed her throat as she kneeled, seemingly surprised at what happened to her, letting out an anguish, gurgled scream when I kicked her away.   

Murder had been a regular occurrence nowadays, so was the scorching heat that fried the earth into crisps. I barely have proper ventilation in this suit and felt like I was being baked alive. 

I watched one of the people dressed in the same black suit as I am being overpowered by a group of cranks that had ganged up on him, and he perished under a torrent of screams as fingers and teeth pry apart his suit and dig into his flesh. As soon as I notice he ran out of bullets and had his weapon knocked out of his hand, I knew it was the end of him. I couldn't get to him to help him even if I wanted to, we were in the middle of a sea of cranks, and my main objective is to protect the bus and not let anyone take it except the immunes. Not to say I wasn't busy myself, there are still cranks or normal people who hadn't become cranks just yet who know what the bus is for and where it's going. It pains me to put down the ones who hadn't become cranks yet the most, especially the ones who hadn't had the chance to grow up, but it's mercy for them. It's better than being tortured or eaten alive by cranks.  

"Come in, White Leopard," A voice spoke into the mic piece that hung at my ear. "We're coming with the immunes, clear a path!"

"Easier said than done, White Wolf." I responded, pulling out my dual knives from my waistband and started attacking the cranks that came closer. I had kept my gun, no use trying to kill things that are within an arm's reach, that'll be a waste of bullets. The numbers are less now and I'm guessing most of them went towards the group of immunes we were trying to guard over. "The codenames are stupid!" I complained. 

"Believe me I know!" Another voice responded. Kitsune. 

I can see the group of them fighting their way over and feared that they would be overpowered by the cranks who have all found a mutual target to attack. I recognise one of the guards who was waving her katana around in the air, effectively slicing off her enemies' heads clean with one swipe. I couldn't tell which figure belongs to White Wolf, not that I have the leisure to tell anyway, I had to clear off as many cranks as I could at my side. 

The group of young teenagers in uniformed white clothes bounded over, each face plastered with a look of terror. They scrambled amongst each other, clumsily grabbing hold onto another's shirt or hand as they darted into the bus. The rest of us in black suits covered their escape and slowly retreated back into the bus as the immunes boarded. I was about to follow suit too when a scream at my earpiece caught my attention, almost shattering my eardrums.

I whirled around to search for her, only to be greeted by a horrific sight of Kitsune being on the ground with a crank trying to gnaw her leg and another trying to wrestle her weapon out of her hands. 

No, no, no. Not her. Please, not her.

Immediately, I abandoned my position and sprinted towards her, using one hand to shoot bullets at the cranks that were attacking her, and using the other hand to slice the cranks that swarmed over to me. Kitsune immediately got up on her feet and continue to defend herself, both of us were trying to make our way to each other and formed an attack circle. From behind me, I heard the bus engine roared into life and desperation grew in me when I heard the vehicle started to move.