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spiderparlour2021-04-04 10:46 pm
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Search And Rescue
The time between deployments was quiet. Constricting. Soothing. Unending. It was stripped down to its limiters, cleaned, and replaced in its container, locked into place. Its eyes stayed open, but all was dark. Almost silent. The only thing it felt was the pulse of the implant in its head, and its heartbeat falling into line with that demand. It could leave if it pushed hard enough, but didn't. Over time, it lost all sense of direction. Weightless. Waiting.
Then it heard the alarm, muffled, in the outside. Its fingers twitched, curled, clenched. Waited for instructions.
The sound of bolts unsealing on the container were like gunshots, followed immediately by more snapping of its restraints.
And it finally heard the torrent of voices. Humans shouting, too many, too much to comprehend. It stepped out of its container and stared down at them, waiting for orders.
Kill the infected. Kill all of them.
No, protect the researchers.
No. Tyrant Unit: Prioritize destroying the Hunter pack, then protect the uninfected.
Destroy Hunters. Hunters were fast. Too fast for it to catch them when they were chasing prey. They avoided it, focused on the uninfected. It had to catch them when they were feeding.
They finally reacted to its presence when it punched a deep hole into one of them, shattering its head.
Several minutes later, it straightened up. Listened. No more sounds of claws and snapping teeth. Just the zombies.
It started to search for uninfected.
It couldn't find any.
It kept searching.
Then it heard the alarm, muffled, in the outside. Its fingers twitched, curled, clenched. Waited for instructions.
The sound of bolts unsealing on the container were like gunshots, followed immediately by more snapping of its restraints.
And it finally heard the torrent of voices. Humans shouting, too many, too much to comprehend. It stepped out of its container and stared down at them, waiting for orders.
Kill the infected. Kill all of them.
No, protect the researchers.
No. Tyrant Unit: Prioritize destroying the Hunter pack, then protect the uninfected.
Destroy Hunters. Hunters were fast. Too fast for it to catch them when they were chasing prey. They avoided it, focused on the uninfected. It had to catch them when they were feeding.
They finally reacted to its presence when it punched a deep hole into one of them, shattering its head.
Several minutes later, it straightened up. Listened. No more sounds of claws and snapping teeth. Just the zombies.
It started to search for uninfected.
It couldn't find any.
It kept searching.
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Despite the desire to just open fire on the zombies, Marcus felt he should conserve ammo, since his friend had no trouble dispatching them up close. He'd save his ammo for when anything got too close to him.
His hand holding the gun shook a little from his coughing and trouble breathing.
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Rustling above. The ceiling tiles were rattling. Unknown bioweapon above, closing in on the human, move to protect--
Something fleshy burst through the tiles, and it could not move fast enough to catch it, only to physically intercept, pain and darkness cutting into its face and scalp as the force staggered it for a moment, dragging the thing with it. It was caught by the head, as something screeched and flexed sharp spines against its flesh.