Into The Danger

"Well, I hope he doesn't get carried away too far!" Cooper Black grieved for his brother, who'd been taken by the currents. He wasn't sure he was dead yet. Demonstar Black was no coward. He was twice as strong as Cooper, but also twice as dumb.

It was now Cooper's turn, to rappel down... safely. He attached rappel hooks to the rungs, and to his revolver holster belt. He tried not to look down, but he had to look down. He didn't have hydrophobia or anything, but the nasty water made him feel sick. Probably it was the nauseating stench of shit.

"Okay then, here goes... my belt!" Cooper Black released both his foothold and his hands, to gain speed and kinetic energy. Instead of drowning (actually, this water never hurt or killed anyone) in the sewer water, he swung to and fro, twice, while hanging from the rappel ropes. After swinging like the crazy version of Spiderman, he released his belt, along with the rappel hook. Thanks to momentum, he landed on one of the dry 'side' paths flanking the rushing stream of water, of the sewers. (Oh c'mon! Don't expect me to put 'everything' into detail! I'm pretty sure that you had seen these scenes, in Hollywood movies!).

"Ho shit!" Cooper realized his loss. "And there goes my 1911 Colt Walker revolvers! They were a limited edition!" Two guns got swept along with the belt. And what were in those holsters? Get the point?

His AEK-74 had a flashlight attachment; not to mention the laser-directed eyepiece, 30-round magazine system, multi/burst/single shot conversions, and a razor-sharp retractable knife at the front end. He turned on the flashlight on his gun, and walked slowly and thoughtfully, to an iron door on the rusty, mossy wall, near his landing site. Each step he took carefully, aiming his assault rifle from side-to-side, as he went.

Environments like these were extremely dangerous, with the additional fear of being ambushed by enemies, lurking in the dark.

The iron door had been rusted away to a reddish-brown hue, and there was a strange stench. The stench wafted from behind the iron door. Blood, rotten flesh, and buckets of human waste, probably! Cooper Black was familiar with these smells since going on a zombie hunt at Area SATAN (Secured Automated Tower of Armed Neutralization). The tower had gone dark ever since some Russians tried to destroy it with nuclear bombers.

There and then, a zombie appeared from the shadows. Black reacted immediately. He shot off a dozen bullets, and the wretched freak flopped about, before dropping to the floors. The creep had been hiding in the shadows, guarding the iron door. What could be inside; so precious a thing?

He checked the handle. Locked.

He used the butte of his gun, to try to slam the lock out of place. The door still didn't budge.

Instantly, mild tremors shook through the earth. Some of the water overflowed. Great! It was some kind of flood trap. Cooper got his mind back to breaking the lock. More tremors. This time, red alarm lights appeared from the ceiling. The ceiling began to descend.

"Damn, the sewers have been modified," Cooper thought. "Who could be behind this? Not only those zombies or aliens. I think maybe some team. Some gang. Some major destructive and master terrorism gang."

Some weird bubbling in the water indicated that more zombies were underway, ready to strike.

Perfect! Now he was trapped! Nowhere to move, nowhere to run. But wait... the door!

Cooper Black roared, and kicked the iron door with such a force, that it swung open in a wide arc, inwards. No time to lose! He shot away at the zombies climbing out of the depths of the sewer, all wet and hideously ugly. Cooper quickly dived inside the room behind the iron door. All the rest of the zombies were crushed by the 9000 lbs of corronel alloy in the descending ceiling. Soon, they were grinded and squished out like ketchup between two pieces of bread.

The reddish light from his flare was shut off by a wall of hard metal. Some kind of safety airlock. So right now, the only source of light was coming from the AEK-74's Li-ion battery-operated flashlight.

But something told Cooper Black that he'd come out of the frying pan, and into the fire. Red, luminous eyes stared down at him, from a dark corner of the room he was in. Cooper aimed the rifle at the unknown monster, but when he pulled the trigger, he found the magazine empty.

He gulped. Luckily, he had a M1014 shotgun strapped to his back. He loaded a shell, and got into action.