Before him was a long corridor stretching into what seemed to be eternal darkness. Tables and chairs scattered all around. If he would have to run across this hallway, he thought, he'd have some trouble navigating around. There was darkness along this hallway but it wasn't complete to allow his eyes the opportunity to adapt. Doors leading into rooms would flood street lights into the hallway and occasional breeze that managed to find its way into the building would cause the dust sediments otherwise dormant to lift and retard vision further. But vision wasn't the only sense Crucist relies on.
He turned to face one of the rooms to his left and entered. The sound, previously ambient, now grew louder. They echo from the walls beyond the shattered windows leading out of the building he was in. The inconsistent tapping of triggers from two rifles overlapping each other. They must be Ixate and Pyut. Then there was a constant thumping sound that rattled the walls. Night Cat was concentrating his fire on the fatty. This was the third one tonight.
Just how many are there? What was Pyut planning to do, keeping us stuck in one place?
With his rifle against his back swinging from a sling across his chest, Crucist managed to free both his hands to look for whatever Pyut sent him to find in this building. He was told there were some medpacks and ammo boxes stashed in here, and he was to find them and bring them back to the team before their supplies run out. As he was quietly pulling drawers out to examine their insides a loud shriek came from the hallway behind him. Immediately he pulled out his handgun from his waist holster and disengaged the safety lock. He was now facing the door leading out of the room, silent, his gun ready. Slowly he crept towards the edge of the doorway and peeked out of the corner where he thought the sound came from.
It must've been one of the steel-legged tables being moved. Apart from the shadows of scattered furniture and stagnant dust hovering in the air nothing was out of the ordinary. No sign of life. Only the top half of the hallway was lit, so whatever moved the table could be hiding at the bottom half. He moved out into the hallway and slowly inched towards the sound. Suddenly he could hear a deep exhale behind him, and just as he was about to throw his gun around, he felt cold steel touching the back of his neck. It was the barrel of a gun. He could swear on it.
There was one on my left. Two taps on the forehead and it collapsed, the back of it's head exploding and dark blood splatting all over the wall behind it. That used to be a living person. As it dropped, three more emerged from behind. One person and the other two animals. Two on the forehead of the person, and two by the neck of the animal. The dogs were harder to kill. I had to get the bullets in between their armored shells. I spent four bullets on the last dog - one on the foreleg to slow it down, one at the forehead to lift it's head and the other two at the gap between the armored shells beneath it's neck. Further right was Kheez. He swung the Arclite rightwards, drenching a dog full of fire and kicking it back with his left leg
His left side was exposed. There was a dog running towards him. I aimed at it, bullets catching it's body, throwing it onto the ground right in front of Kheez. The bullets did not kill it. It regained it's stance and was about to make the pounce again when I found the base of it's neck with my iron sight and squeezed the trigger to kill.
Click.. Click.. Click...
"Fuck. Kheez!"
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