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WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED INSIDE THE ZONE IN OUTING #3


As soon as the Assassins heard the gates lock behind them, all of them dispersed and disappeared into unknown parts of the huge forest.

The gates were opened some minutes later, and both Team Grindhouse and Killer's Nightmares came running in with loud whooping yells and war-cries, shotguns clicked back and ready to fire. Both teams made circles near the closed gates, and whispered something amongst themselves. They then quickly nodded at each other in mutual agreement.

As soon as the muted discussion was over, Nightmares started glaring at Team Grindhouse members. A loud buzz interrupted their thoughts, and both teams moved along in opposite directions, seemingly aware of their targets.

Grindhouse member DOC FAUSTUS led the way for Team Grindhouse. He was so over-eager to hunt that he trotted off at a rapid pace and was soon away from the rest of his teammates. He looked at the ground and chanced upon some footprints which led to the inside of a huge black cave. Uncocking his shotgun, he cautiously crept forward on one side, peering into the darkness.

"It was your stupid idea to come into this infernal cavern!" a voice boomed from within.

"Shhhh dammit!" Another voice spoke in a very hushed tone. "Someone might hear you. Just be quiet and trust me."

Doc picked up his shotgun and peered in. He could barely make out two shadowy outlines laying down in the darkness, and took careful aim at the first one's head.

"MOVE IT, DESPARE!" the other shadow yelled.

DESPARE jerked back with a spasmic startle, just as Doc pulled the trigger.

BLAM!!!

The shell tore through Despare's shoulder, and he winced as he fell back. THE FLAYED ONE took one long, hard look at him, and started to run outside, away from Doc. But Doc was quick. He fired blindly with careless aim again.

BLAM!!!

The shell burned through Flayed's side, grazing across his belly's underside. He yelped once and fell backwards into some bushes and disappeared from sight. Doc licked his lips in feverish delight and threw his shotgun away.


DISEASE looked hard. He spotted a small red patch between the trees ahead of him and tiptoed forward, shotgun at the ready. The patch got bigger till it revealed to be a big ladies' coat, hanging on the bushes. Disease gaped at it, then suddenly realised it might be a trap. Without touching any bushes or branches near the coat, he circled around it on the left and surveyed his sorroundings keenly.

In the distance, he could just barely make out a silhouette on the upper branches of a tree, watching the coat intently. Disease picked up his shotgun and took careful aim.

BLAM!!

BLAM!!


Both shells blazed through the air in quick succession, thumping MISS MACABRE right through her tummy. She got thrown back out of the safety of the tree, and landed heavily on some rocks below it. Groaning in dull pain, Miss Macabre reached for her HPs, as Disease happily tucked his empty shotgun away.


(To Be Continued...)