The orange biomass seemed to grow thicker as they moved forward, then suddenly they turned a corner, facing them was an entire army of covenant; grunts, jackals, elites, even a couple of prophets were in there. Except, they weren’t covenant, not anymore... There bodies were horrendously mutated, with random limbs fleshed out to become sledgehammers of flesh, some with multiple arms that weren’t there before, others wielding weapons, but all of them covered in the same orangey substance as the walls and floor.
“Oh God” someone said, as they started stepping slowly back.
Someone bumped into the back wall, and what appeared to be a bag like structure with moving things inside. Needless to say it burst,
“ARRGH” he screamed as tens of small balloon like creatures with purple tentacles starting swarming him.
A Spartan turned round, instinctively firing his assault rifle, killing the creatures, but bringing the attention of the rest of the flood beings.
“RUUUUNNNNN” he shouted, sprinting away. They didn’t need to be told twice.
The direction they were running seemed to be leading them deeper inside the building, with thicker biomass, but everytime they saw an exit it was full of chasing mutations. They burst into a large domed room, and in the center was a huge snake like creature, with many tentacles and an almost beaked head. It was blocking the only other exits out of the room, behind them the sound of the approaching pack grew was almost deafening. They had no choice but to attack.
Emptying all the ammo they had on them into the gravemind seemed to have little affect, until one Spartan found a sniper rifle and other heavy weapons in a pool of the biomass. Noble 3 Jun, starting firing round after round into the creature, as the others ran over, dodging flying tentacles as the flood poured into the room.
“Aim for the roof above it!” Sergeant Johnson shouted, picking up a grenade launcher and firing at the support beams. Noble 1 Carter and Commander Keyes picked up rocket launchers and as the rest of the group reached them, holding back the onslaught of mutations, fired the rest of the ammo into the ceiling. The roof, already weakened by the weight of orange biomass, couldn’t sustain the assault any longer and feel, crushing the gravemind beneath them. The remaining flood suddenly stopped their directed movements and became random, though still offensive as their primal instincts took over. The troop were being pushed back still.
Suddenly A bright spotlight shone down on them through the hole in the roof, as turret fire started decimating the attackers. A booming voice came out “I thought you might need a hand” As fresh reinforcements were lowered in to secure an LZ. Back up had arrived, they were going to get off the planet after all.
Linkz was the Gravemind. Third Party. Possessor.
TOWN WINS!!