Asphalt Attackers

He blinked, unnoticed by the enemy soldier next to him, his weapon millimeters away from his fingers. His hand jerked outward, grasping the handle of the assault rifle and quickly moving it upwards. The gun fired as his finger twitched on the trigger, blowing the enemy soldier’s chest all over the glass and brick behind him.

A door near him came apart in a shower of wood and glass as another soldier burst through it. This other soldier was followed by seven other soldiers. One sprinted across the road towards a ruined vehicle and stepped on a mine, shooting him upward and tearing his body to pieces.

The soldier on the ground looked up and brushed glass off his forehead, just before spotting the other soldiers. He rolled behind a dumpster and ripped his magazine out of its holder, checking his rounds. 19. He had two more 25 round mags on his belt and four grenades, along with 3 16 round clips for his pistol. He slapped the magazine back into the holder and rose himself into a crouching position.

The other soldiers had scattered and taken cover behind random things, cars, large chunks of concrete, one even took cover behind the wall where the door once was. They fired at the dumpster, leaving cover only to take a few shots then returning behind their cover.

He popped out from behind the dumpster and shot one soldier in the neck. The enemy dropped and blood spurted all over the window of the car he was behind. He moved behind the dumpster again. He took a grenade, pulled the pin out with his teeth, and threw it away from the dumpster, towards the soldiers.

It arced and hit the wall in front where one of the soldiers was. He yelled out as the grenade landed at his feet, exploding right below him. Brick, blood, and bone shot out where the soldier was and fell to the ground, coating it with grisly debris.

He turned slightly to see what happened when his rifle was shot out of his hand, flying about 8 feet into the center of the street. He pulled out his pistol and shot at the soldiers, emptying his first clip. Sweating with fear and uttering curse words, he lobbed a grenade at one of the soldiers but missed, leaving him with 2 grenades.

One of the soldiers left cover and ran to the other side of the dumpster, nearing him. He shot at the soldier and watched as ten bullets missed the soldier amazingly. Another grenade was taken off his belt and lobbed at a different soldier, but once again missed. Now shaking, he drew his pistol and shot at the guy behind the dumpster. Then his pistol, instead of firing a bullet, fired nothing but air and made a WACHIK sound. He threw the now-useless gun at the guy behind the dumpster and hit him square in the face. The soldier fell to the ground with a thud, blood flowing from a cut on his forehead, right next to a dent in his face.

The last two soldiers fired at him and hit him in the leg. He clutched his bleeding thigh and cried out. With his back to the dumpster and all hope lost, he began to surrender when one of the soldiers was shot in the face. The soldier’s head practically exploded as the bullet of a sniper rifle tore through the space between his nose and mouth.

Saving Lt. Kingsley

Fifteen soldiers appeared from down the adjacent street, charging the last soldier under the cover of six snipers. The soldiers of Delta Platoon found cover and shot at the same enemy in succession, all bullets ripping through the enemy’s chest and abdomen, literally severing his body in half in a grisly mess.

The three soldiers of Omega Team rushed over to their wounded comrade behind the dumpster. PFC Michael Willis, Sergeant Kyle Ebert, and Captain Derrick Sanders helped wounded Lieutenant Vince Kingsley to his feet.

“Goddamnit, guys! What the hell took you guys so long?” Kingsley exclaimed, clutching his wounded leg. He was helped a few feet at a time, slowly moving.

“Shut up,” Ebert said. “We got here as fast as we could. You were the one who ran off to follow that one guy ‘cause you thought he was ‘suspicious’!”

“Well, none of y’all would help me,” Kingsley replied. A small contingent of enemy soldiers began attacking Delta Team and was killed by snipers and Delta and Bravo. “I need a gun.”

“Covered it,” Sanders voiced from behind the men in the flattest voice they have ever heard. His eyes were emotionless. His body was almost like a statue. He threw a rifle, some clips and a pistol at the soldier on the ground and ran off to join the fight. The other men followed quickly, as if they understood his non-existent words.

Kingsley remained on the ground, loading the rifle. He looked at his buddies, noticing that only one man looked at him. Captain Sanders stared at him with a fury that would burn into his memory and follow him for years to come…