Forsaken

[Whesto]

"It's go time, let's storm this *****!"

The bridge doors flew open and chaos came with it. Whesto took cover just outside the door's right hand side and let his Ravager sing, putting down suppressive fire towards the enemy cover.

One unfortunate enemy at center cover took a tungsten round to the face and Whesto saw an opening. He went in the room and hugged to the right, moving and shooting, He was clearly exposed and the only cover he had was his suppressive fire.

Another enemy faced him on the right side, clearly superior to the previous adversaries. Whesto struggled to hit or even suppress this one. Clearly an infected! Whesto started to feel frustrated as his rounds missed his opponent, then his ammo ran out. Rage took over Whesto, who dropped the Ravager, stood up and drew his sidearm and fired away, screaming.

As he walked towards the infected, shooting his sidearm with little effect, the enemy unloaded a single barrage from its weapon, like a shotgun but worse. Core armor in all its glory, but this was different. The armor took most of the damage but it was only enough to not instantly kill Whesto.

He took the hit to his head, damaging his eyes, braking his nose and lacerations all over. The hit also caught his left arm, breaking it in several places and dislocating the shoulder. Whesto was flung back into a panel, barely staying conscious, only the rage and now severe pain kept him awake. After he landed the enemy sent another barrage that barely missed but hit Whesto in the legs, now also broken in several places. Whesto screamed in both pain and rage.

Whesto was down. All he hoped for now was for someone to end the infected's miserable life and then drag him out of there.

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