As I was downstairs with my knife on my sniper riffle, I turned around. Nothing. As I turned again i saw a distinct shine in the hallway. It was perfectly still. I didn't think much of it, but when it came charging at me, I only had one thought, "Kill kill kill". Just before the smalling revving blades went into me, I shot blind. It hit him in the arm. He swung the chainsaw and slashed my left shoulder. I slashed my knife and got him in the chest. I ran up to the second floor and found a MP5 laying around. I picked it up and shot right at his chest. When i heard the thud downstairs, I knew i was fine from there. I went back up to my sniper point on the third floor, where the medic was giving my wounded spotter a sip of water. As he looked at me he said, "Oh my god what the hell happened now". I sat down and took a bite of the leftover beef jerky.
The next morning at around 6 am or so, we heard shooting, grenade explosions, and chainsaws. I looked outside and saw a machine gunner inside the doorway in the other base pinning my men down. I picked up my sniper riffle and went behind the box inside the window. When i looked inside the scope, I noticed blood on it. I saw one enemy crawling under his machine gunners fire behind the small curb like thing in the middle of both of our bases. I shot, but somehow missed. The window was to small to shot from at that angle. I put away my sniper riffle and took the MP5. As much as I hated the gun, I used it anyhow.
I was behind the crates in our doorway opening. I saw my medic right behind me. He gave the spotter a handgun just in case. We ran outside and before getting shot, rolled then crawled behind the curb. He was already hit. I stuck my gun up into the air and began shooting. Before I hit him, he hit my hand. Non the less, I kept shooting. When it was safe enough to get up, I ran to the medic and dragged him inside. There were no medical kits around. I suddenly remembered we stored all of them upstairs on the third floor. I gave him my MP5 and sprinted upstairs. When i got there, the spotter was standing up. He looked as though he was waiting for me. Thats when he said. "I'm going with you" I needed all of the help I could get.
When we brought the medical kit downstairs, the medic was dead. Somebody sniped him. We ran downstairs and saw the gunner die right before us. As alpha walked up to us, we dropped our guns. But now we were prisoners of war. STAY TUNED FOR PART 6!!! WILL THEY ESCAPE?! WHO KNOWS! I THINK ILL MAKE PART 6 TODAY!!!!!
