Hurt World One and the Zombie Rats
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Mas had reached her snowmobile with the Search and Rescue helicopter stalking her overhead. She cracked off a few shots of small arms fire to keep it at a distance. But she held back her heavier ordinance for when the helicopter fired back or for when its reinforcements arrived. The manner in which the helicopter hastily pulled away suggested it was merely a spotter, reporting her location for the people that had shot her eagle and shot down her drone. A small bullet and some sophisticated missiles. Mas sensed a trap closing. She took from the snowmobile the weapons she would need. The snowmobile itself would be of no use to her, not with the kind of missiles her enemies had at their disposal. So, it was going to be a hard, messy ground fight. She sprayed herself in DNA scrambler fluid and gulped half a litre of energy drink. She sensed more than saw the arrival of the Alpine Special Forces, diving away an instant before the missile struck.
She slid down the bank of hard snow at speed, leaving behind her obliterated snowmobile. She flipped onto her back and fired. The helicopter, emboldened by the arrival of the Alpine Special Forces, was creeping closer and its tail was promptly shot off. Mas rolled back onto her stomach and she flew headfirst off the mountain. Tracer bullets hissed by around her and it wasn’t until she reached terminal velocity that she began to put distance between them and her. She looked down on the valley floor and the town within. As the superheated helium bubbles inside her bodysuit began to activate and slow her descent, she instructed her tech goggles to list the fastest vehicles in the vicinity. The list came on screen immediately. There were sports cars, jet bikes and disposable planes. But the armoured trucks were what caught her attention, especially as they came with cannons attached. The location given was the Alpine Special Forces base. So that’s where she would go.