Ferrum™ Pt. 4

Anita, Soren, and Petr were taking a rest in the shaded forest during midday.

Anita: "You under estimate Israel czech boy. Mossad and the government is just off the coast. Want about your useless Interpol?

Soren: "I'm guessing, yeah. Still around. Under ground, on the sea, up on the high grounds."

Petr: "Russian leaders hide in D6 and metro. All ones in.. uhm.. hiding, had all teeth pulled out. Putin has teeth still."

Anita: "You do not need to talk about Russia-" Petr cut her off.

Petr: "No, I need to. Sadness is trapped, yes? Soul feel bad, dirty. Government did to us was.... ochen' plokhoy! They hate us. That night, police call me: pedik, gey mal'chik, ty svin'ya. Tak chto my budem otnosit'sya k vam kak gryaznaya svin'ya. To Arpad, I hear say: pedofil! Ty umresh', kak sobaka. They smile, laugh, whole time. I done, for now.

Soren: "I can not imagine-"

Petr: "You really can not." Petr's voice was angry but also stoic.

Anita: "Wait! Don't talk." She listened. "Sicklies, a small group." She looked up. "There!" My friends were already spotted.

They actually broke into three groups of one. There were four sicklies. Soren let out a three round burst only to hit a tree. Anita fired one round and she hit one above his left eye. The exit wound was, bad. Soren let out his second three round burst and this stuck its mark. One in the neck, Two in the head. Anita, again one round, one kill.

Anita and Soren both took aim but the infected's head suddenly exploded. With an exit round about the size of a human male fist. The two looked at Petr, who fired the shot, lowered his Winchester 70. He started to smile in pride. Something that he had not done for a very long time.

Soren: "HELL YEAH! AMAZING PETR!" They were quite a ways away from each other.

Petr gave a thumbs up sign.

Petr started to walk to the others. He heard a stick snap behind him, he turned and saw an infected. They were just feet apart. Petr used his rifle like a bat and made contact to the skull with the rifle butt. But the momentum threw the rifle away from him. He pulled out his markov pistol. He aimed with his right arm. By this point, the sickly was so close that Petr's gun barrel actually touched its skull. Petr fired and the infected dropped.

Petr was breathing heavily due to fear. He looked at the corpse an then started walking again. He talked quietly to himself.


Petr: "Vot der'mo, vot der'mo, der'mo..."