A Veteran Soldier

((For this, I'm roleplaying as Mikhail Victor. I figured instead of making a whole new chat name, this would be easier. Thanks for the help Crystal, hope I put on a good show. ))

The explosion of a Mk3A2 High Explosive grenade jarred Mikhail for a moment. His squad was dying, and he felt like a fool. "Suppressive fire! Don't just waste ammo, dammit! Keep firing!" He barked orders, but who the hell knew if they heard him.

Lieutenant Mikhail Victor was a soldier, an old dog of war and one of the 'legendary warriors' involved in the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasures Squad, better known as the U.B.C.S. No sooner had they arrived, the mercenaries were caught off guard. It seemed like in mere minutes their numbers were halved.

Aiming his M4A1 Assault Rifle, Mikhail cocked the rifle and switched to three round bursts. 'Have to conserve ammo' he said in his mind, taking shots in the upper torso and head whenever possible. "Damned monsters! Why won't they stay down?!" Before he knew it, his clip was already empty.

"Shit!" he growled, ejecting the clip and trying to reload. An undead managed to get close to the Lieutenant as he was reloading, and Mikhail couldn't help but smirk, dropping the rifle clip and shoving the end of his M4A1 forward, smacking it right into the throat of the zombie. "I'm not that easy to munch on, monster!" Mikhail gave it a sharp kick to the stomach, sending it back as it gasped through a crushed wind pipe. As the zombie hit the ground, Mikhail scooped up the clip and reloaded, cocking and giving the zombie a nice three round burst to the face. Blood, muscle, tissue and skin exploded from what was once a human head. "Bastard." Mikhail muttered as he made a dash for some cover.

"Stay together! Fire! Do NOT give up!" Mikhail barked orders through his communicator. "Carlos! Nicholai! Keep fighting, help your comrades out! We need to make a break for some cover somewhere!" Another undead tried to get at Mikhail.

This time it succeeded, grabbing the russian soldier by his shoulders and trying to push him down. Grunting, Mikhail shoved back, using his superior weight against the zombie, getting a nice right hook to the zombie's temple, knocking it aside. Mikhail reached for his SigPro SP2009, unholstering it and releasing the safety. As the zombie moved its head back to face Mikhail, the cold steel of the handgun pressed against the temple. "Adios." Mikhail said with a sad voice before pulling the trigger. A 9x19 parabellum 9mm round pierced through the temple and out the other, blood splattering and an empty shell clinking onto the street.

Quickly holstering his pistol, Mikhail gripped his rifle close and made a dash again. "We've got to regroup! Someone, anyone, talk to me!" He was hoping and praying that someone was still alive. Most if not all of his men were being devoured before his very eyes, and Mikhail could barely take it.

Mikhail looked to his left and noticed a young mercenary with his legs gone and his torso being eaten by a few civilian zombies. Somehow he was still alive, and Mikhail noticed that he had a pin clenched in his teeth. A grenade pin!

"Shit!" Mikhail ran for all he was worth and leaped behind a large garbage bin. The explosion rocked the street, although to Mikhail it felt like the city itself. Blood and body parts flopped and slammed against the garbage bin, as Mikhail rose to his feet, sighing. Taking a moment, he took off his beret and wiped some sweat from his brow before returning it atop his head.

"This is Lt. Mikhail Victor to any and all U.B.C.S. forces. Report. Anyone!" Mikhail had never felt more alone in his life, and he only hoped that there was still someone left alive. Not waiting for a reply, Mikhail narrowed his eyes, and made a dash through the streets, hoping with all he had that someone would be still alive in this Hell on Earth...