All Novel Full Chapter 648 - Centipedes Pops?
After the scene that looked like an uncovered blender spurting out chunky pieces of a smoothie, there were still a few that managed to come out.
However, let's just say it brought up bad memories to a certain film where a psycho stitched up three individuals together.
The only difference this time was the main perpetrator was the one eating some fucked up ass in the backline and there were more than one of them. With that said, not all of them were in the same orientation but the 'thread' keeping them together was running through each of their bodies. Blood and pus were present in the holes it made and they were leaking out from the rotting bits the flapping fleshy parts were hanging from.
They all ran in different directions but once they tagged our general location, all of them just turned abruptly before scampering at full speed.
"SHOOT! SHOOT! SHOOT!"
Gunshots erupted but since I was one of the closest to the explosion, I only had time to take a step back for a second.
The first one that came up to me was a Tailor wearing three whole bodies in a straight line while moving on all fours. The first segment came at me with its fucked up claws but I chopped them off with a horizontal slash from a draw-slash before drawing my pistol with my left and sending two bullets from under its chin, exiting the top of its skull..
However, it still came at me after a short pause but I still had enough clearance to lop its head off.
But as soon as I did, I saw an outline of a long fucking tongue in its body 'untangling' itself from the first segment before coming at me with a fresh one. The 'thread' that came out of the first segment just wrapped around the second body's neck and arms before digging into its spine.
Everything happened in a split second but before I even tried to see more of its 'stitching' capabilities, it fell down after an angled shot came from its blindside.
The shot came from Kaley's rifle and she was on her feet, assisting anyone that was face to face with a target hiding behind its comrades. And since my hands were free of my current target, I sheathed my katana before raising my rifle and flicking off the safety switch.
We sent lead projectiles straight to the main body of the 'centipedes' coming for everyone else but there were cases where the main bodies were right in front or in between. Despite that, it was just more targets to bore holes through and our crew could handle themselves.
Even Cynthia who was face to face with something that had three heads was having a little fun because aside from flicking the safety switch, she also flicked a little something we call the 'fun-not-allowed-in-certain-parts-of-the-US' switch. She just held onto the trigger for a few seconds and she made more orifices than its three heads could handle.
Its heads just plopped on the spot with bloody pulps coming out of its new 'holes' and it had no chance to untangle itself and start over.
With that said, there still seemed to be a lot more coming from the hole Bogdan just made for us. It must've been the right choice for the people who poured cement over them to seal this place off but it wasn't the right choice for our group.
I'll only rest easy if all of them were turned to carbon residue and I'll only allow sealing something if it involved a master of all the elements and if it could save the world.
Kaley covered me as I pulled another grenade from my pouch but I saw a stick of dynamite flying in the same direction. Bogdan and I made eye contact for a brief moment but he was lighting another one with his late friend's Cuban cigars. He threw them at the same exact spot and a deadhead that just crawled out got distracted for a short moment.
Another set of explosions rang out and we heard a screeching noise from outside of the enclosure.
It was definitely from a set of tires and they were coming closer and closer. A few gunshots were coming from their side and one thing's for sure: if they were from us, they would've rung us up already.
Even Lois quickly pulled his drone back and our Raptor was drawn back with the rest of our vehicles, completely blocking the last entrance. Furthermore, our group worked double time because if those folks came with ill intentions we wouldn't want to be in the middle of stitched-up deadheads and a bunch of randoms.
I helped Kaley up a medium-sized trailer before pulling myself up the same spot and she already fired a few shots at the stragglers waiting for the right opportunity.
It was fun seeing her put down deadheads seamlessly with her new rifle but we just saw Katya pick up a stack of cut-up rebars and shove it at the back of the head of a walker wearing a welding mask. It was like a melee version of a double-aught buckshot as it punched several holes right through its poorly shielded head.
With that said, she pulled it out and she was rewarded with the most fucked up kebab I've ever seen but she shoved it into another unsuspecting victim because it was lacking ingredients. It was just nasty discolored bits after nasty discolored bits and she just grew tired of it and used it to trip up a deadhead straddling towards her.
The most mobile out of everyone now that Tatiana was in recovery was Artem because even if he was still using two K-Bar knives, the long 'centipede' following after him couldn't even draw blood. He was circling in a way that his pursuer's legs would trip up with each other and he finished it off by making a stack of H Beams fall on top of it before stabbing the skull of its main body.
We just finished off the main threats in just a few moments but the rest were watching out for anything that might come out of the hole we kept enlarging with each explosive. However, the randoms we were watching out for just rammed their truck through one of the entrances we just closed off.
An older guy carrying a scratched-up 870 came out from the driver's seat while a couple of his 'henchmen' followed right after with a wary expression. The old dude was glaring at all of us but he seemed to be short-sided from the way he was squinting a little too much. Nevertheless, he definitely had pipes on him because he just shouted at the top of his lungs right from the get-go.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! HOW MANY TIMES DO I GOTTA-- WHO THE FUCK ARE YA LOT?! YOU AREN'T THOSE KIDS FROM THE-- WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!"
'Kids from what?'
Everyone else was just stunned in place wearing a puzzled expression while his henchmen were trying their best just to push him back to their vehicle.
"POPS! CAN'T YOU SEE THEY'RE SOLDIERS?! GET BACK ON THE TRUCK!"
"POPS! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO IF THEY COME BACK AND STEAL FROM US AGAIN?! AREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO--"
"YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I SMACK YOU IN YOUR HEADS! IT'S YOUR FAULT WE GOT ROBBED THE LAST TIME AND I WOULDN'T LET IT HAPPEN EVER AGAIN!"
'Robbed?'
"BUT POPS--"
I called out from a safe distance, "Hey! Friendly here! Can I call you pops, too?"
"YOU MILITARY DOGS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPER--"
I chuckled loud enough to tick him off, "Aren't you Aaron Rodriguez?"
As soon as I said that, his face twisted into puzzlement and the guys trying to calm him down turned to me with the same expression.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YA?! WHY DO YOU--"
Before he managed to utter another word, I just pointed at the huge-ass banner that had his large fucking face and fucking name written next to a large amount of money written in a much larger font size to flaunt the amount of money he 'procured' to make this part of town a little bit more 'modernized'.
This place would've been finished ages ago if it weren't for the end of the world coming much sooner.
With that said, he couldn't help but look more times at the gaping hole we just made at the center of his supposed condominium than me.
He cleared his throat before glaring at me, "What the fuck happened here?! And that-- And that fucking mixer! Who poured cement over that-- SHIT! Why is it so--"
I cut him off, "I was about to ask you myself. Did the 'kids' you're talking about responsible for this? And you said they stole from you, when did that happen?"
He was just about to answer when an arrow whistled as it flew by, lodging itself in his neck.