Collision Fallout (Chicago) Aug 22, 2019 2:33:41 GMT Spectre, James Rhodes "War Machine", and 1 more like this
Post by Albert Wesker on Aug 22, 2019 2:33:41 GMT
Ruins as far as the eye can see. Buildings ablaze and a steady windy rain the only ambiance to an otherwise deadly silent atmosphere. This is what remains of the once vastly populated city of Chicago.
It is mere days following the incident. A mere forty eight hours since the world watched worlds, dimensions and entire universes collide through their own windows. However, what it would have seemed that what was a magnificent spectacle and show to be had for the citizens of New York and Las Vegas, the remains of Chicago would tell a very different story.
A rustle here, a moan there and the unsettling silence that accompanied the shadowy figures walking the streets of the burning metropolis. What had become of this once fine and bustling city? Where had the people gone and what could have decimated such a vast populace seemingly overnight. Questions left to be answered by the troupe of soldiers that slowly began to unload out of their vehicles at the outside of a perimeter that had been established some five hours after a frantic emergency call was made by the local police force.
The first of the soldiers moved away from the safety of their vehicles, still wary in the aftermath of the incident, and began to comb the outskirts of the city's once bustling streets. Stepping lightly, with the utmost of care, it seemed almost as if their footsteps had begun to disturb the silence that had consumed the city. The lead stopped as he approached the remains of a body slumped over the steering wheel of an overturned SUV.
::I have a body here,:: the soldier whispered over the intercom as he opened the broken door to view the remains more closely. Upon closer inspection, as he peered through his protective goggles, he reeled in disgust until he collapsed backwards upon the ground choking back a shout of shock. ::What the hell!?::
::What is it? Are they alive?:: His fellow soldier asked as he took a few steps forward to help him back to his feet.
::No... He's- he- he's dead.:: The soldier stuttered as he stepped back to the vehicle and once again inspected the body inside the SUV. Now composed and relegated to staving off his shock the soldier moved a hand to pull the hair over the male bodies head away from the flesh of his face and neck. ::What the hell is this?::
::What?:: The other soldier stepped forward and eyed the body with his own eyes though the darkness of the rain clouds made it difficult to see through his goggles.
::It's almost as if-:: he paused as he poked at the wounds on the man's neck and shoulder, a grotesque squelching sound coming from the open wound as he did so. ::As if he was eaten. But that doesn't make any sense. No one reported anything about being bitten or eaten in the call.::
::This is why I hate this job,:: the other soldier muttered as he stepped forward to get his own look at the wounds. ::Ever since the incident shit has been getting ridiculous. I could be at home with my girl and my kid watching a crappy home movie. But no, I have to be here babysitting people who can't even take care of themselves.::
As the soldiers continued their investigation, occasionally receiving orders from their superior about their mission, a figure began to shuffle out of the alley nearby. Slowly at first, as if the person were unable to move well on some kind of broken leg or foot. It wasn't until the sound of the individual collapsing against the ground broke the silence that the soldiers turned their attention to the would be survivor with an air of hope and surprise coming over them.
::Oh thank god, we've got a live one.:: The first soldier shouted into his comm as he turned to look where the sound had come from.
::Joy,:: the second muttered as he shouldered the gun he'd whipped out in the case of the worse coming to pass. ::And here I was hoping I would get something to shoot at. Those boys down in Las Vegas said there was action so-::
As the soldiers continued to banter between one another, their attention drawn away from the body for the time being, the figure continued to move in a fashion unbefitting a survivor. One arm grasping at the ground to pull itself forward while the other dragged limply behind it alongside it's torso; it's entire body appearing to be writhing in some kind of agony. The utterance of a moan drew the soldiers attention once more and a sense of dread that neither could shake as easily as they had the body they had found.
::Hey man, I'm going to need you to stay where you are. We can get you help, but not if you keep moving like that. You're going to hurt yourself more.:: The first soldier breathed heavily as he watched the figure continue to drag itself towards them; almost blatantly ignoring his warnings and advice.
::He's not listening man, let me handle this.:: The second soldier groaned as he unshouldered his weapon and took a few steps towards the figure. ::I'm going to shoot you if you don't stop moving. That's your last warning, pal.::
Too much, too late. Or so the saying goes. The figure, reacting to the sound, smell and presence of fresh prey, lurched towards the soldier and latched it's hand onto his leg; it's head tilting back and forth a bit as it gnashed at the air while trying to reach the leg it had grabbed onto.
::What the fuck!?:: The soldier screamed as he began to unload his weapon into the body of the figure, riddling it with bullets faster than it could react. ::Get off me!::
It was to no avail, however, as the body only stopped temporarily from the supposed injuries it had received and once again began it's onslaught as it finally bit into the soldier's leg. Tearing quickly through the cloth and flesh and down to the bone with inhuman strength.
::CHRRRRIIIIIISSSST!!!!:: The soldier screamed as he again unloaded more of his clip into the figure. Collapsing from the pain, falling to one knee, the soldier struggled to grab his next clip as the figure pulled itself up his leg and towards his upper body. With another scream the soldier was upon the ground with the body digging into his neck, blood pouring out upon the concrete.
::SIR! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!:: The first soldier screamed into his communicator as he backed slowly away from his comrade now being eaten before his very eyes.
::Repeat that corporal?:: The commander's voice came through the communicator with a bit of static.
Before the soldier could reply, however, he felt his body bump into something. Something that hadn't been there before. Reeling quickly and with almost lucky avail, the soldier turned to face the body he had seen just moments ago in the overturned SUV. Along with several dozen more both male and female; like ghosts appearing from nowhere drawn by the sound of the gunfire.
::No, no no no, this can't be happening. What the f-:: The soldier was cut short, his body falling before he could finish the syllable he had begun to utter, teeth in his throat and leg as two bodies dragged him to the ground. What could be described as a gruesome scene unfolded as their comrades arrived. Witnessing the massing horde of figures almost marching upon the location.
::Head for the alley! Away from- from whatever they are!:: The commander shouted as the soldiers rallied to him as quickly as they'd seen the horrifying sight. ::We find cover and we call for help. Report to the higher ups, to ANYONE, that this is worse than we expected.:: With that the soldiers disappeared into the nearest alley. Followed by gunfire, screams and the sound of ghastly groans and cries.
Chicago was no more. It was now nothing more than the scene out of a horror movie.
Or so that's what one would settle upon.