Day 9d
Well, crap. I'm damn near back to
town, now. Did NOT realize that this thing had cut off at some point.
And I was all kinds of heroic back there. I'm really going to have to
see about tweaking this thing, or fixing it, or something. Dammit...!
Okay. I guess that, for now at least, I'll just have to recap what
happened. Gotta admit, the temptation is there to exaggerate, but I'm
going to try to be truthful. This is for posterity.
So, the last thing that recorded was
me trying to kick open that door. It was barricaded shut, and locked
up pretty solid. So, when I kicked it, I damned near broke my foot on
the door, and knocked myself onto my ass. Literally, I hit the door
with a good, strong kick, and I only succeeded in pushing myself
backwards, losing my balance, falling onto my ass. I made quite a bit
of noise in the process. Once I was able to focus again, that's when
I heard the other Fallen getting closer, all hissing and snarling and
hungry. I quickly scrambled to my feet, picking my shotgun back up
and turning to face the other door, behind me.
They reached that door just as I began
to set myself, scratching and scrabbling at it. Being mostly
mindless, Fallen don't exactly coordinate very well. The door
remained closed, the knob rattling and wiggling, but never turning
quite enough to actually unlatch and open the door. Sounded like
several of them were trying to get through at once. I think I even
heard them shoving and hitting each other.
Before they could get through, I set
my back against the opposite wall, pistol loose at my hip, shotgun in
my hands. And then I had a thought. Pulled out a grenade, pulled the
pin but held the trigger thingy. I then used the shotgun to blast a
hole near the middle of the door, also knocking a couple of them
back...and then I tossed in the grenade and ran like hell back up the
hall. It exploded just as I started to round the corner, the
concussion making me stumble into the wall, and it made a small cloud
of dust fall from the ceiling so everything in the hall turned hazy
and indistinct.
I got back up as quickly as I could,
turning and aiming back where I'd come from. Couple of strained
snarls, but they grew quiet as I walked closer. Peering in, I saw
that the grenade had pretty much taken them all out, though one
needed a quick dispatch with Disc. A doorway on the other side of the
room beckoned, silently. At the time, I hoped it was silent, my ears
were ringing too much to hear anything. I paused at the doorway to
check myself for any wounds, and to reload.
