out, splashing onto the
black cloth covering the cage beside him.
Watching him struggle to turn his head toward me, I had no idea why a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I stepped forward,
and whispered into his ear, "I
am Experimental Subject No. 383, the one you people talk about. I've come for revenge."
"Ghk~ Thud!"
With a spray of bloody foam from his mouth, his corpse slowly collapsed to the floor. Watching the body continue to twitch and struggle,
I wasted no words. I raised the Big Kukri
and put him out of his misery.
Fuck! These bastards were the ones who turned the world into this!
"Squelch!"
The Big Kukri severed his head outright. Watching his corpse continue to tremble, I wasted no time and reached out,
taking both sidearms
from his waist...
Only once I had them in my hands did I realize that these weren't Glocks at all, but Beretta PX4s.
These guns seemed quite a bit better than the Glock 17.
Seeing that, I didn't hesitate. All my Glock 17s were waterlogged anyway and couldn't be used, so I put both
of his PX4s into the holsters
under my arms. They didn't seem to fit properly, so I took off his holsters too and replaced
my own pair.
Then came the ammunition.
Of course, I took off my MP7 as well, removing all its magazines and switching to the M4A1 this man had carried.
What I hadn't expected was that
he would be carrying a gun so familiar to me.
I stripped the grenade launcher, suppressor, scope, flashlight, four magazines, and pouch of ten grenades from
his body. I didn't take
his clothes, though, because the other man was coming back. There wasn't enough time, so I didn't bother. I put on
the