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Rachel - Interactive Story - scene 7
🕑 Added 2024-04-15 17:48:06 +0000 UTCRachel's shoulders slump in a display of submissiveness, but her eyes remain alert, carefully watching Sergeant Briggs' every move. She makes no attempt to comply with his order to lie on the ground, her mind racing as she calculates her next steps. I'm running out of time here. Need to get away from these blokes before more of those infected show up.
Briggs' jaw tightens, his patience clearly fraying. With a sharp motion, he whips a pistol from the holster on his belt, the name 'BRIGGS' prominently displayed on his uniform. "I said get on the ground and don't resist!" he bellows, his gravelly voice leaving no room for argument.
Rachel drops to one knee, raising her hands pleadingly as she keeps the tremor of feigned fear in her voice. "Please, don't kill me."
"I said get down." Briggs closes the distance, the muzzle of his pistol aimed squarely at her head. As he reaches down to shove her to the pavement, Rachel tenses, ready to strike. This is it, no more playing the scared rabbit.
Before Briggs can react, she captures his wrist in a vice-like grip and twists, forcing him to release the gun with a grunt of surprise. In one fluid motion, she spins him around, pinning his arm behind his back as she presses the muzzle of his own pistol against his temple.
"Order your men to back away," Rachel hisses in his ear, her voice now laced with steel.
Briggs goes rigid, his free hand extending outward in a gesture of surrender. The other soldiers exchange uncertain glances, their rifles wavering.
"Don't be daft," Rachel warns, her tone edged with impatience. "I don't want to hurt anyone, but you need to comply. Now."
Briggs remains silent, his jaw clenched as he weighs his options.
The staccato crack of gunfire momentarily shatters the tense standoff as shots ring out from the transport truck, taking down a pair of infected stragglers. Bollocks, I'm running out of time here.
"Tell your men to drop their weapons," Rachel growls, tightening her grip on Briggs. "Before more of those rotters show up and turn this into a proper mess."
Briggs remains rigid in Rachel's grip, his jaw clenched stubbornly. "You're not going to get away with this," he says with a growl, defiance etched in his voice.
A fresh chorus of snarls and groans pierces the tense standoff. Rachel glances over to see a pack of zombies shambling down the street perpendicular to their position. One of the soldiers from the transport truck opens up with a machine gun, its thunderous report echoing as he cuts down the undead threats.
"Stop being a bloody idiot," Rachel hisses at Briggs, her patience wearing thin. "You don't need me. Just let me go, and we can both walk away from this mess."
Briggs shakes his head, his expression resolute. "You're under arrest. And you're only making things worse for yourself by resisting."
Comments
Wayne
I would say "Drag the sergeant with her," but just to see her fail. Same with fire at the soldiers. The bluffing is her best bet.
