Survival is Crucial

Wake Up The President

The hollow thud of a bat and the sound of metal going through flesh and bones could be heard throughout the neighborhood. People running out onto the street in fear before they are shot down by Petrov. Some had decided to retaliate with shotguns and the like, though the attempt had failed due to the brothers having more experience or the fact that when shot, the other retreats and a few moments after death, the one who had been previously thought to have been diseased gets back up again like nothing had happened, flanking and murdering those still chasing the other brother. This continued until no one remained in the block, even killing those who remained in the apartment that Petrov kept his sights on.

The brothers, after their killing spree, walked outside, dragging the bodies left by Petrov back into the buildings they had run out from, those in the building Petrov was in just sitting in wait for what was to come. Blood and flesh littered the asphalt and roads as a van pulled up to the parking lot of the apartment complex Petrov had trained his sights on. They stopped moving altogether, right in front of the apartment's manager's office. After that, silence.

Petrov and the brothers watched with bated breath, the two brothers remaining hidden within a building nearby, watching closely at a van with blackened windows. A screech could be heard from the vehicle as it skidded back and forth, before backing up into another building, slamming through it, and stopping inside of the building. Dust and debris fell onto the car, denting the room as skid marks line the driveway. The sounds of doors slamming could be hard from outside the building, though Petrov wouldn't be able to hear it, the brothers did.

The brothers looked to each other before going into a game of rock, paper, scissors, one of them winning while the other one had to check out the building they had crashed into. As he approached, the van quickly pulled out from the building, accelerating at him at full speed. He attempted to move out of the way but the entire van had begun drifting as a shot from a rifle echoed through the air hitting him -- the van still going until hitting another building, with the brother in between. The other one cursed under their breath, pulling out a pistol and firing onto the car. One of the windows got smashed and Jack had begun firing on the other brother, hitting him in the legs, causing him to fall to the ground, attempting to crawl back as more shots are made towards him, hitting the ground below and throwing rocks and the like into the air like confetti.

The other brother dragged himself into a building, multiple wounds lining his hips and thighs. The screeching of the car started again as a flattened tire scratched against asphalt, parking right beside a building before stopping. Petrov, after chambering his Mosin-Nagant, watched as this happened, waiting for the perfect opportunity to fire.

The brother slammed against the wall flopped onto the ground, his helmet slightly damaged as the words "Wake Up The President" come out more distorted than before, his body visibly smashed from the impact, some of the wall behind him giving way and falling apart after he had fallen. The car door flew open as Tyche exited, sprinting towards the building Petrov was sat upon, keeping himself behind cover as he enclosed on him, the others staying within the car, watching the brothers closely, or at least in their general direction. Jack sat there in pain, tightening his body as much as possible due to him catching a few shots himself in the body during the exchange, Carla and Nick waiting patiently in the car, sweat pouring from their faces, keeping their heads below the windows.

A waiting game had begun, Petrov sat expectantly, confident in his prowess with weaponry, while one brother waited on the ground, acting as if he was dead while the other one sat still amidst a ruined home, bodies looking to the ceilings of their own home with lifeless expressions on their face. The brother inside grabbed a radio from his belt and screamed while turning it on, "I heard that Eremita was assisting the target!?"

The brother still laying dead on the ground suddenly stood up, sprinting to the car with a gun in hand, firing onto it while running, Jack firing back before reeling his arm back in pain, a bullet ripping through his wrist, the whistle of the bullet going past Nick's head as it ripped through two more seats, shattering the side window of the car before breaking a piece of the wall of the building their car was sat next to. The brother sprinting to the car hopped on top of the car before taking a knife to the roof of the car, jumping off before Jack could fire at the roof. "s**t!" Jack yelled before the brother unloaded his gun into him, killing Jack. Carla and Nick raised their hands in the air as a dead Jack laid lifeless at the back of the van, blood bubbling on his lips as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The brother laughed, before turning to the one still inside, "Yep! It's her!"

"Fuckin' A!" The other one could be heard yelling from inside before limping out from the building, crossing over to where they were. "It really is her! Fuckin' glad Petrov didn't fuckin' blow her damn brains out, wouldn't wanna ruin a pretty face." He pointed with his thumb, chuckling with his brother. "So, why didya decide to help that twink boy?"

Carla's lips shivered due to how hard she was pressing them together, back to the dashboard of the car while Nick remained despondent.

They sighed, "Oi! If you don't fuckin' tell us, we'll make this dumbass 'ere," they pointed the gun at Nick, "Fuckin' deaded bro!"

"We'll make sure his fuckin' head is literally fuckin' paste b***h, don't f**k wit us!" The other brother screamed.

"That... Tyche." Carla started speaking, "He's..."

"What?"

"He's in a relationship with me. I love him, so I decided to help him."

You could almost see both of the brother's eyebrows raise up, "Well!"

"Do you get it now?"

"Fine and dandy, yes we do!" They say simultaneously before the other brother leaned in through the back window, "Well, we won't have to kill you, at least, for now." They scan the van, "Where's the spry fuckhead anyway?"

The brother leaning through the window is thrown out of the truck as the other one laid dead on a wall, his through kicked in as the other brother is slammed onto the ground. Tyche, enraged, broke the brother's arm, taking the gun before firing into his helmet multiple times, changing the direction of fire by sometimes firing into their throat, firing into the other one before running out of ammo. Tyche chucked the gun, before kicking the other one again. Tyche turned back to the van, hitting his hand against the roof, "We're leaving." He said, before taking a glance at Jack's body. "I already killed the sniper," Tyche turned back to the others, "Let's find another car."