Burning the past
(Firefly pov)The burning suburban home had many cries of fear coming from it. One threw volley of curses another was screaming at the shouting one to calm down to than their was a baby crying in fear. These scenarios were the only thing that brought that horrible taste of vile in my mouth. The red sky looked down on me as if pitying me. As a part of the "Clean Up Crew" one of my duties was to find any people who survived the chancellors weapon, or in other words kill them. It isn't a glorious job but it pays well and I had no were else to go who would accept a person who went through operation silver wolf anyway. The infected are starting to shuffle towards the house their decomposing bodies amazingly being able to move their moans could be heard from here they were marching to the flames stupidly like well... moths to a fire. "Shit." They are picking up speed now that they see me standing in the road well... time to show I deserve my name.
My pyro grenades had a menacing murky yellow color to them as I began to juggle seven of them mesmerizing them and proceeded with throwing them at them with a impossible accuracy and speed each grenade exploding with a large coating of a special oil that won't be easily removed . Then I pulled out my lighter and couldn't help but chuckle when I lit up two of them without even a scratch my suit would protect me from the flames and any bites that they would try to do. Maybe I will get a coffee at a Starbucks I heard they had a good one here. I walked through the burning corpses without a ounce of sympathy. My training prepared me for constant heat and pain a flashback forcing itself into my mind as if punishing me for looking at it as if it was nothing.
Join Qfeast to read the entire story!
Sign In. It is absolutely free!
