My helicopter touches down onto the landing pad. Miles should be waiting for me in the central overwatch. James, and Chris jump out of the vehicle, and I follow suit. "Where's that damn deer..." James mutters. We walk over to a twelve foot tall metal door, and it opens after I complete a scan of my finger. The door opens up to a large black tent, it's about twenty feet wide, and fifteen feet tall. In the middle of the ceiling is a glass sun window.
"We're in the white wing." I state, Chris nods.
The air smells sterilised, the white light making the space feeling empty. "So... We gonna go to Miles?" Chris asks, looking at both of us. I nod and walk into a hallway. My helmet almost bumps into the roof, as the ceiling is way lower in the medical bay for some reason. My dogs pant as I hold their leashes.
We walk for ten minutes and then we reach an elevator. We walk inside and I press a button to move us to the over watches. The Elevator moves us up and we finally reach a overwatch. We step out of the elevator. The floor and walls are made out of the exact same material as the rest of the Hexagon, but the front wall is different.
The front wall is a giant net window, and the room is in the shape of a rectangle. There are multiple people on computers on the left side of the room, and on the right side of the room is a person behind a wooden desk. The desk is about ten feet in front of us so we walk over to it.
"Hello... Do you know where Miles Fairbanks would be?" James asks, leaning against the desk.
The woman behind the desk nods. "He should be in his office." My dog, Rook, barks at her but I tug at him.
We all nod. I walk to a hallway and they follow me. "So, what does he want to talk about with us?" Chris questions, his MP5 rattling on his back.
"Not sure..." I reply, feeling the air get slightly warmer as we make our way through the hall. We keep walking and then at the end we see a metal door that has a golden name plate on it. It says Mile's name and James knocks on it. "Should I shoot the door?" James asks, reaching for his UZI.
Elbowing him, Miles yells to come in. "The door's lock-" I exclaim as I turn the knob, expecting it to be locked but it slides open. I mutter "Whatever," and we all walk in. The room is made out of the black tent material for walls. The floor is concrete, and the ceiling is about fifteen feet up. A marble desk sits in the middle of the room, with a monitor on it. On the back wall, a giant black tinted window overlooks the right wing of the Hexagon.
Miles sits behind his desk, feet on the marble surface. He has black motorcycle boots, along with fitting black motorcycle clothes. A black plate carrier sits on his chest, with bandoliers of varying colours of shotgun shells on it. One bandolier goes from his shoulder to his waist on each side of his body.
A black sleek helmet is on his head, along with a reflective black visor to match. He has black motorcycle gloves, but with hardened knuckles. A black ten gauge lever action shotgun sits on the left side of the desk, with a custom holo sun optic on top.
"Hey." Miles greets casually, getting his boots off the desk.
"So... What do you want?" I ask, standing still.
He slowly stands up. "We got intel on a high ranking Hiwasee that's going to travel to Altus territory. In Maine. He'll be travelling through our territory. I need your permission... before I can do anything." Miles explains.
"And why'd ya want us to come here?" James asks, his tone slightly raising.
"There another thing." Miles begins. "Near the red desert, on the left side of the Grand Canyon, some Beacons have appeared. If you want, you all could come with me."
"I'm in." I assert, looking at Chris.
He sighs. "Same. When though?"
"About... A week or so." Miles explains.
James opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by the door opening. Wyatt, Vex, Jason, and Andrew walk in. "You guys are late." James says matter of factly.
"I think you are." Jason asserts, putting his hands on his plate carrier.
My dog, Arctic barks at them. "Stop!" I yell.
30 minutes later
Me, Miles and Isaac walk through the halls. We get to an exit and I put my dogs in a sleeping pod. Miles opens the door, and we step out. A bunch of cars are in the concrete parking lot, and Miles picks one and I get in the drivers seat. They all jump in, and the keys are already in the ignition.
Twisting the keys, the truck turn on with a purr. Miles is in the passenger seat and Isaac is in the backseat. Isaac is in his black dirt bike gear, with a clear visor. He has dual .50 BMG pistols on his back. I pull on the shifting stick and I reverse out. "Where we going?" I ask.
"Saloon on driftwood street." Miles puts a gps on and it gives me directions.
"How you been?" Isaac asks from the backseat, as I pull out of the parking lot.
"Good... You?" I reply, turning left.
He shakes his head. "Just normal."
We drive for a couple minutes in silence. I park at a wooden building that is painted white. It has a large porch and it has the words "Driftwood Saloon," on the front. We get out and the hot air hits my body, making me sweat under all my dirt bike gear.
We walk up the porch stairs. "What happened to Anthony, I keep hearing about it."
"Well... Anthony got shot in the chest by a fucking 4 gauge. Same gauge Peter uses." Miles begins, shaking his head, our boots hit the porch.
"Peter killed him?!" I exclaim, absolutely shocked.
"No! He was in a firefight with Hiwassee's. Got shot by a juggernaut. He got hospitalised, it happened two days ago." Miles informs.
"He good now?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"He died last night at the hospital." Isaac states, opening the wooden door.
"Oh." I say, slightly relieved, and a waitress guides us to a table. The people around us look at our gear and guns with curious and cautious gazes. We order and Miles puts his ten gauge black lever action shotgun on the table. I brush it aside as it is getting in the way of my Dr Pepper.
The floor is tiled with dark wood planks. "What've you been doing in the Hexagon?" I ask, sipping my drink. The large dining room smells like fresh bread, and Miles gives a quick response telling me that nothing has happened. Isaac says he's just been painting, and my eyebrows raise.
"You paint?" I ask, watching the waitress come with out food. "What do you paint?"
He shakes his head. "Anything, Really." The waitress sets our food on the table with a clank of the glass plates. We thank her and I take my helmet off. Miles takes his helmet off, he has black hair and brown eyes, with no facial hair.
Isaac's hands unbuckle his helmet and he slides it off. His blonde hair spills out, he puts the helmet near the legs of his chair. He has blue eyes and a small scar on his left cheek. Munching on a salad, I look at my watch. "Hey guys."
He looks at me. "Me and some others are gonna head to Ryegrass ranch tomorrow. Wanna come?" I ask, looking at both of them.
"Sure..." Miles replies, eating a roll.
"Nah..." Isaac adds. I give a nod.
Miles pulls out his phone as it makes a sound. "Asher's at the Hexagon."
"Why?" Isaac asks, eating a burger.
Miles shrugs, mumbling about him probably causing trouble.
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Thatcher POV
The room is dark, but a faint red LED pierces through the darkness. The floor is concrete, the wall is made out of cinder blocks. The air smells of iron, a wooden table sits neatly in the middle of the room. Thatcher sits in a wooden chair, with a hunting rifle on his lap. A Hiwassee commander sits vertical to him, tied to his chair. The room was an interrogation room, isolated from the rest of the compound.
"I ain't tellin you shit!" The Hiwassee spits out. Thatcher gazes at him and breathes out, blinking slowly.
Thatcher crosses his legs. "You're going to die today, Leo. It's just a matter of how." He states.
Leo shakes his head, biting his cheek slightly. "I can take you to the base. I'll... Just let me out."
Thatcher grins slightly, slowly nodding. "We can do this in two ways. You tell me where the base is, and I'll shoot you right now. Or, we can do this the hard way." He whispers, his grin fading. "What's it gonna be, Leo?"
"Why. Why do you do this...?" Leo asks, shakily. His hands try to find a way out of his shackles, but to no avail.
Thatcher raises his head. "Do what?"
"Torture! You sick fuck!" He yells out, trying to gain the confidence to spit in Thatcher's face.
Thatcher chuckles lightly. "And you don't?"
"You're fucking sick..." He spits out, keeping eye contact with the man. His hands tremble slightly, his breathing hitching.
Looking above him, Thatcher gazes at the wall with a distant stare. "We're all sick, aren't we? Every single human that walks this planet, deep down, is evil." His eyes return to Leo. "You're walking proof of that."
"Oh... You don't know how lucky you are that I'm not free!" Leo yells, his left eye twitching slightly.
Thatcher grins again. "At least I'm honest. Everyone is evil, especially you. Some just hide it better than others. You should just admit what you are... There'd be more dignity to it." He loses his grin once again, his expression going blank.
Leo stutters, before going quiet. "Where's your base?"
Leo shakes his head, gulping. "If I tell you, promise that you won't hurt me?"
"I promise." He says, tilting his head.
"To god?" Leo asks.
Thatcher nods. "To god."
Leo sighs, and slumps in his chair. "North of Barren Springs, near the meridian river... It's on the outskirts of Clearwater."
Thatcher smiles, putting his hunting rifle on the floor. Standing up he pats him on the shoulder, but not untying him. Thatcher unsheathes his Camillus knife, and digs into Leo.
Minutes pass of pure agony. Screams echo across the room, the thick scent of blood gets thicker. Many acts against his soul occur, as he wonders what he did to deserve this. The twisted man forces him to eat his own ear, while cutting off his manhood. The man wanted an open casket funeral, is what he told his recruiter. Now, he wasn't so sure, especially with the knife tearing open his scalp.
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Axel POV
I step out of the three story farm house in my gear. Some dust hits my brown dirt bike gear, but I keep walking to my car. Hopping in, I turn it on and begin driving down the dirt road. I drive on a road that has a corn field on each side of it. Eventually I reach my desired destination.
It is a small wooden building that has the words: "Hunting Supplies," above the door. My hands open the door of the car, and I walk to the glass doors. Pushing it open lightly, my boots step inside. The interior has timber flooring, along with walls to match. A bunch of shelves line the room, with a fan in the middle of the ceiling.
A counter sits neatly at the right side of the room, with an old man behind it. I walk over to the counter, and the old man looks up at me. "You got any Survival guides here?" I ask politely, putting an elbow on the counter.
"Sure do. What kind?" The man replies, opening a cabinet.
I pause. "Just... One of those guides that say what monsters live here."
He nods, pulling out a small book. Placing it on the counter, he looks at his computer. "You in Sylvatus? I can tell by that get-up."
I look at myself. "Yeah. Why?"
He chuckles, ringing the booklet up. "My son's in it. He's part of the maintenance force though, don't do much fighting."
I nod. He gives me the book and I pay for my item. Walking out of the building, I get in the car and drive off. Rain gently spits out of the clouds, onto my windshield. Continuing on the dirt road, I make a turn then park near a farmhouse. The farmhouse is white, and it has grey shingles on the roof. The building has three floors, it's the house I've been taking my vacation in.
Walking through the porch I step inside. The floors are made out of dark timber, with the walls painted a rustic white. I walk up a flight of stairs, and through a hallway to my room. I enter my room. It has white walls with a rosebud texture, and the bottom of the walls are made out of oak planks.
A king size bed sits at the left side of the room, the floor made out of a lighter wood. At the end of the room, there is a love chair, and a sofa. Three windows are on the wall, providing a view to whoever sits on the couch. A door to my bathroom is on the right side of the wall.
I take my tan DMR off my back, along with the automatic AA-12 shotguns. My shoulders shrug off the backpack that holds my drones, and I make my way to the love seat. Lowering my weight onto the chair I look out the window. The glass is slightly fogged from the rain building up on the surface.
A distant crack of lightning sounds through the sky, signalling an impending storm. I open the book I got from the store. My gloved fingers swipe through some monster descriptions, a pencil drawing of them at the top of every page. My gaze settles on one that looks familiar, but the book says its native to here.
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Ophion - This creature can create monsters. Ophions walk on 6 spider-like legs, but the feet looks like the part of an arrow that you put on the string. They will have gray, cracked skin, and black eggs on their backs. These eggs look similar to dark stone, and are in the shape of squares. Between these eggs, spikes will grow in between the eggs. The amount of spikes an Ophion can have will vary, but it will usually remain around ten.
These creatures have no face, but they do have a head. On their necks and underside, they will have sharp appendages which they will use to rip apart and dismember prey. Their bellies look similar to a stink bug.
Ophions vary in size, but will usually be 8-10 feet tall. These monsters are typically not very aggressive, unless in a horde or pack. They will lay eggs in wooded or abandoned areas, but during times of stress they can automatically hatch their eggs.
Someone can destroy these eggs off of their backs with a gun larger than a 7.62 bullet. If an egg is destroyed, the creature inside the eggs will be killed. These creatures can be summoned by blood flowers, but can also appear naturally.
Typically, they will make home inside large caves or caverns, keeping their eggs they lay safe. Their undersides are their weak point. A 10mm or above can cause damage to the creature if hit from the underside. However, it is very difficult to go under them without noticing. Luckily, these creatures seem to have jumping downhill.
These creatures tend to leap towards targets, and if this target is below their previous elevation, they might flip over. Their skin is near indestructible, besides with explosives. Fortunately, these creatures seem to be a favourite snack of overseers.
The eggs can hatch a variety of creatures. They have been seen to hatch bleachlets, thids, Crocottas, Skinwalkers, and crux's. These are a couple of many creatures that have been reported to have been created by Ophions.
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I know I've seen those things from other places. The books probably just spouting some bullshit. My thoughts are interrupted by a gunshot from outside. My gaze turns out the window, and I see some soldiers out in the rain with no shirts plinking with a .22 long rifle.
I shake my head, leaning back into the chair. My eyes stare at the sky. I wanna go hunting for some monsters right now. But if there's gonna be a storm, I might run into a Bufera. The sky is dark, grey clouds smother the sky. I look at a flock of crows, then an idea hits me. Maybe I can kill some monsters with my drones.
My legs stretch to stand up, but my mind tells me that a .22 isn't gonna do shit to anything. Another strike of lightning strikes the ground in the forest next to Ryegrass ranch, but no sound follows yet. Apparently, Landon and Jason, and some others are gonna be here soon.
The crack of the lightning sounds through the air, and just then my suspicions about a Bufera were confirmed, as I hear a deep, almost ship horn like sound from the forest. There doesn't seem to be any fog or mist, so hopefully no giants today. At least besides the slight mist gathering at the ground.
The two black silos close to my window make a cow sound. The soldiers run off and I'm left looking at the silo. I stand up and walk over to my bed, and I grab my DMR. Sitting back in the loveseat, I roll the window up and put the barrel of the gun on the window frame.
It sounds like a Mala. The corn stalks behind the silo rustle slightly, before a creature walks out. The creature looks to be about six feet tall. Its skin is grey, and it has four legs. Its body is hunched over, and its legs end in hooves. The spine is visible, and its head just has a mouth and eyes.
It moos again, it's black beady eyes looking around. I aim for the head, and I pull the trigger. It falls to the ground, then gets back up and runs off. I manage to get another shot off at its spine, and it falls over. It doesn't get up this time, twitching and screeching on the dirt trail.
I shoot six more shots, as it lays completely still. Maybe that drone thing was a good idea. Grabbing my drone I set it in my lap and turn on my tablet. "Bravo, launch." I command. The drone turns on, and the blades spin before hovering above my lap.
Controlling the drone from my tablet, I fly it out the window. I fly above the corn field in front of me, and then the drone hovers above the pasture behind it. The pasture is empty, besides a dilapidated shed near the treelike. A soldier steps out of the cornfield, with a rifle.
I spot nothing, so I make the drone come back inside. It sits on my lap again, and I turn it off.
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Landon POV
Some prisoners escaped and killed a couple guards. Somehow broke out of their cells and got into the armoury. The bright LED lights now flash red. Me, James, Chris, Wyatt, Jason, Miles, Saul, Lucas, and Riley are all walking together. Riley is next to me with his black dirt bike gear, his visor is black. He has a backpack on, and a Aug on his back.
We hear some shouting and gunshots from a room next to us, the door is closed. Beside us is a glass window overlooking a small garden, with black netting on it. I grab the shotgun from my back and I get ready to kick in the door, but Riley stops me.
"I got this." Riley interjects, crouching on one knee.
"You guys keep moving!" I command, and they continue down the hallway. He puts his backpack on the ground and pulls out a drone. The drone has two tank tracks, and it stands at about two feet. It is black and orange, and has a drum magazine inserted on the side of it.
He grabs his tablet and I open the door slightly. He drives the drone in, and it immediately gets shot. The rifles they use can't penetrate the armour, luckily. He opens fire and them, from the voices it seems to be about five of them. I put my shotgun on my back and I sigh.
After he is finished, a he mutters a curse word, and drops his tablet. He grabs his Benelli M4 shotgun as soon as a man jumps out of the room, I try to grab my Glock but Riley is quicker. His red dot follows the man, and fires a shot at his head. "Ew." He says, looking at me. "Go with the others, I'm just gonna hide in this room and shoot some with this." He pats his tank drone.
I walk further into the hall, but I'm interrupted by a group of prisoners, holding rifles. Aiming my Glock, I shoot one and he jerks backwards, and a jet of flames appears behind them. They don't scream, they just fall down and squirm. The flames stop, and an extinguisher puts out the fire.
Miles and Saul are standing there, and they see me. Miles is in his motorcycle gear, and Saul is in his Black and orange dirt bike gear. Miles waves me over, and I jog towards them. We greet each other as Saul puts a bullet to the prisoner still alive. "We're heading to the armoury. There'll be more there." Miles states. We walk to the white wing armoury, our boots stomping on the ground.
We walk past the security checkpoint, with a dead guard leaning on the wall. Miles puts some white shells in his shotgun, slugs. A prisoner that has a monkey wrench runs towards us and Saul pulls out his shotgun revolver, blowing his brains out. "Split up." I say, and Saul nods. Me and Miles walk into the main hallway.
The hallway's black tent material has been replaced by thick, steel walls. A group of prisoners walks through the hallway, one with a riot shield. Miles loads his shotgun with a blue shell. He fires the slug at one, and fires the blue shell. His gun fires multiple steel spikes, ripping through their bodies except for the one with the shield.
I shoot the shield with my shotgun, and the prisoner falls to the ground. Another prisoner jumps out but is shot in the head by a soldier. We run deeper into the hall, and a vault is open. Miles quickly loads an orange dragons breath shell, then the rest yellow whammy shells.
Miles shoots inside the vault, fire spraying in the room. "Shit!" A voice yells out. I rush them, and I quickly shoot one in the face before taking cover behind a vault inside the vault. Miles comes second, shooting a yellow slug. The prisoner he shot at gets a slug through his chest, along with buckshot inside his ribcage.
Miles points his gun at the last prisoner. Miles orders the prisoner to kneel down, and the man follows. "We'll put you back in your damn cell." He says, until he sees the man reach for a pistol. I kick away the handgun and I put my shotgun in his face. He flinches, but I pull the trigger. He folds backwards, his head now hollow and his eyes hanging out of their sockets.
"Welp. That's that." Miles mutters.
I look at him. "Well... Me and some others gotta head out. Gotta head out to Ryegrass ranch." I sling my shotgun over my shoulder.
20 minutes pass
Me, Chris, Wyatt, Jason, Andrew, and James stand on the train station. My dogs are on a leash, barking at everyone nearby. The steam engine train drives up. It's a Sylvatus exclusive train. We board a cabin, and there are some people in their green seats. I walk to the back of the train with Chris, and I put my dogs in the cabin. We walk back out and into the other cabin.
"Bet Jake would like this." Chris says, looking at a crate of some drug.
"I'd bet." We walk through the cabin, Wyatt and Jason walk into the same cabin.
Jason daps up Chris. "Hey." He greets. James and Andrew open the door to the cabin behind them.
James scans the room, looking at Wyatt. "Oh god. Not this guy..." Wyatt sighs, his shoulders slumping.
A couple minutes pass, and me and Chris are sitting apart from each other. Wyatt sits next to me and Jason sits next to Chris, with James sitting next to Chris on the other side. "And then boom! He got all pissed off at me." James says, finishing story.
"So... Ezra got pissed off at you because you walked into one of his preachings?" I ask, completely confused.
James shakes his head. "Not Ezra. Caspian. And everybody was dressed in black like some funeral shit."
"Well... It is church." I shrug.
Chris interjects. "You hate everybody." He says, looking at James.
James stares at Chris, opening his mouth, but then pauses. "Maybe... Still though!" He exclaims, raising his hands up. I see something from out of the window.
"Hey, look." Everyone looks out of their window, and we see a three and a half foot tall bleachlet. It has white skin, its head is bent slightly, and it has a mouth on its chest. It runs at the train, only for it to be pulverised. Jason snickers.
The train makes a weird screeching noise, and we jerk. Wyatt falls out of his seat, and he gets back up. "Damn." I mutter, dusting myself off. A Hiwassee soldier jumps in the cabin, and shoots Andrew in the chest. His body armour protects him, but he stills jerks backwards. We all gun him down and stand up.
"Hiwassee's done got in here!" James yells, running to another cabin.
I yell a curse word, and Andrew grabs his machine gun from off his back. Without a second thought, I unsling my rifle, pushes the backdoor to the cabin open. Chris quickly follows, pulling his MP5 out.
Kicking the door out to the next cabin, a group of about three Hiwassee's are standing there. One sees us, and I gun him down. The rest jump, and one tries to grab the rifle from his dead ally, but Chris stops him with a shot in the head. "They're trying to steal our supply." I state, my brows slightly furrowed behind my chrome visor.
We open the door, and the cabin that my dogs are in have four Hiwassee's in it. One has a Bomb suit, and the others have rifles. We get shot at and we are forced to hide behind the door. "Shit..." I whisper. A truck drives beside the train, disappearing as it drives towards the front.
Chris manages to peek slightly and kill an enemy. "You got a flash bang, right?" He asks, and I nod. I take a flash bang from my belt, and I chuck it inside the cabin. The sounds of my dogs barking fills the air, along with grunts. We both peek and kill the rest of the Hiwassee's besides the juggernaut.
The juggernaut lumbers forwards, keeping the machine gun trained on our door. He walks onto the platform and grabs the latch combining out cabin to his. He unlatches it, and his drifts a couple feet behind ours. The juggernaut stands at his door. His silver heavy armour gleams in the sun, his face blocked by a dark window on his face.
I walk on our platform, looking at the cabin confused. "What's he doing?" Chris asks.
"No idea..." As soon as I say this, a huge boom cracks through the air. The door to his cabin shoots off of its hinges, and an explosion bellows out of the interior. My shoulders slump. I just got those dogs from the pound a week ago.
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Colton POV
We're on a boat, inside a private lake. Mountains surround us, the air is calm. Caleb is standing on the boat, Blake is piloting it, Tyler is sitting on the edge, with a fishing rod. The sun's light shimmers against the water's surface, creating a glimmering spectacle.
The water is a nice blue, and the air smells of water vapor. The sky is clear, few clouds hang from the sky. Blake slows down before coming to a stop. Tyler casts a line. "You ain't gonna catch nothin'." I say, putting my hands on my hips.
"Watch this." Tyler says, glancing back at me. A couple seconds pass and I look at the forest a couple hundred feet next to us. My reflection shimmers in the water. A desert military uniform covers my body, and a tan helmet sits on my head. A tan ballistic plate carrier is on my chest, with a Glock 19 in its holster.
"Yo Cuh, there even fish in this place?" Blake asks, turning to Tyler. Tyler, in his dark green clothes, nods.
In the distance, a deer steps out of the trees. I reach inside my satchel and grab my rangefinder. Zooming in, I look at the doe, but the boat shudders. "The hell?" Caleb says to no one, grabbing the sling to his AK.
Tyler reels his line in, and tosses the rod back into the boat. "Think it's a Tiburon?" I ask, leaning towards Tyler.
Blake slowly begins moving, and the water birds go silent. Blake goes faster, and we start driving in circles. "You're getting me wet!" Caleb yells, stomping.
A large, fifty foot long shark jumps above the water. Its skin is white, and it has bumps under its skin. Its fins are gray, and it has no face. Its head is broken into three parts, and inside the parts are large, sharp teeth. Its maw is open, and it falls back into the water.
"Shit!" I yell.
"Go!"
Blake slams on the pedal, going as fast as he can. The gray fin of the tiburon hovers above the water. The top of the creature emerges from the water, opening itself to a full magazine from Tyler's M16.
I grab the butt of my rifle. I pull it from its sheath on my back. Putting both hands on it, I ready the lever action. It's a lever action precision rifle, made out of tan plastic, chambered in 30-06. Looking through the Eotech sight, I flip the magnifier, and I shoot the Tiburon in a part of it's mouth.
It doesn't flinch, Tyler reloads. Caleb takes out his RPG and aims it, Tyler turns towards him after emptying his magazine. "What are you waiting for?!" He yells over the gunfire.
Caleb looks at him, his purple clothes getting wet. "Wait for it to jump again!"
As if on cue, it jumps from the water. It lunges for the boat and Caleb readies his launcher. He doesn't have enough time before it misses and goes back into the water. My rifle hangs from its sling as I grab my Glock nineteen.
Aiming the iron sights, I shoot at it, missing most of the shots as the boat shakes. "Shoot it!" Blake yells, and Tyler runs out of ammo. "I'm out!" He yells.
"How?!" I ask, maintaining fire on the monster.
He shakes his head, reaching for his Glock fourty. "I didn't bring much! I thought we'd be on a damn fishing trip!"
The shark jumps, and Tyler and I shoot at its underside. Caleb pulls his trigger, and the rocket whistles through the air.
A chunk of its belly explodes off the rest of the body. It flails in the air, before splashing back down. We can see swim off, attempting to get away. The blood of the Tiburon spreads through the blue water, infesting it. "Guess no more fish from here for a while." Caleb states, slinging the launcher onto his back.
Landon POV
We park the van we took to Ryegrass ranch. We are on a dirt road, with corn on the right side of us. A large farmhouse is in front of us and we get out. Chris stretches, and James grunts as he jumps out. We walk towards the entrance and we enter the building.
Our boots walk on the spruce flooring, it seems we've entered through the library. The library is in a rectangular shape, with a loft above us that has a couple people reading with guns beside them. The air smells like coffee and paper, and the rain outside makes a gentle pitter patter sound on the roof.