I walked over and grabbed the man and shoved him towards the Basement door. "Lead the way." I said coldly, I kept my weapon trained on the man, but looked out of the corner of my eye every few seconds just too make sure the lady didn't charge me. "You try anything, or your wife tries anything. You'll have a hole the size of a small tangerine in your chest, got it?" I ask.
"Is he now? Sadly, I believe you. As sick as you are, you haven't lied to me yet. Got a location for me? To be frank, I'm not risking the forest and those bastards again just for Gage. It's cruel, but so is reality." I said as I walked back to the main entrance of the amusement park, slowly slipping into the person I have kept hidden for so long.
Fuck this is hurting. He couldn't stop. He remembered a quote from Erwin Rommel about his Afrika Korps. 'What would your men rather be; tired? Or dead?' Yep; the old German Field Marshal had put things into perspective there. Stopping wasn't an option. His body was beginning to argue otherwise; for now however; his adrenaline level was keeping his ability to run as fast as he could with a grown woman on his back intact. Good old body; now quit whinging and get on with it or you're going to have a 5 feet long piece of ivory through you; wouldn't that be nice?
The elephant moaned a bit, the large rifle bullets plunged deep into it's cranium, spewing gore, brain matter, and skull against the dense forest canopy. It's massive weight toppled over against a random tree, tipping it over on it's side: Finally! It was dead, it's lifeless eyes gazed at you. Oh hey, there was also the same dead dude at the end of it's trunk. His head was still in-tact, but unfortunately, his body was tore in half thanks to the brute force of the elephant...
They nodded, opening the door: You see the Russian, Sandra, Leesa, and a dead Skinz member. They're locked in a cage. It wasn't long until the coupled unlocked the doors, "P-please don't hurt us! We... we have special needs, that's all!"
I look up and see the newcomer, I smirk "Ah, the ball is in some-one else court now, да?"
"Its down!" Laura yelled, relieved that her bullets managed to get a hit. She waited for Jack to slow before hopping down from his back, jarring her wounds as she did but bit down on her lip and kept the pain at bay.
Jack didn't say anything for a while; the adrenaline had seeped out from his system. My legs...are a-fucking-flame.
Laura could tell Jack needed to recover, he had done a great job so far. He had gotten them to safety. Technically she had the easy job, point and shoot he had to carry her while she did that. Hats off to him, again he had saved them both.
I growled at the couple. "What kind of special needs requires you lock up other human beings and eat them you sick fucks!" I scream. I'm about to pull the trigger and end the man's life when I remember something. I grab an old burlap sack and toss it to the man. "I'll let ya live, but I need a favor. The gangbanger's head, put it in the sack and give it to me." I turn to the russian and and Call to him. "Hey Russi! Keep an eye on that crazy skank for me will ya?"
He looked up at Laura; his breathing was steady again; but still more vigorous than it should have been.
"Right, the amusement park. Lets get going. We're pretty close. I can see the lights from here."
I nod and push the woman against the wall. "Fucking stay put or I swear to god..."
He quickly follows, putting his hood up, machete drawn
The couple complies, quickly chopping the head off the poor Skinz member, blood oozed across the table as the head plops into a burlap sack. They hand it over to you, cautiously glancing at your newly rescued compatriots.
Mark had been quiet for quite a long time, letting Nate lead them through these woods. He had a lot to think about. The lives he took weighing heavily on his mind. He could not help but remember their faces, the night before they had plagued their dreams as he lived over and over the moment in which their faces where torn apart.
