Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Warning: language, violence, cult talk, etc.
                          
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After murdering a whole bunch of cultists and destroying a few of John's silos, I began to head to Fall's End; within about a fourth of a mile from my destination, Dutch radioed me. 
                          
"Kid, be careful as you get near Fall's End— cult has control of the whole town." Dutch warned.
                          
"Oh, please. I got this. Don't worry. I'm ready to kick some Peggies' asses." I answered with confidence, a small grin on my face as I got closer to Fall's End. I rolled down my window, causing my long, dark, chocolate brown hair to fly everywhere. If you're wondering where I got this car from, I stole it from a Peggie. It was their car, but now it's not. 
                          
"You need to rescue Mary and Jerome, and then kick those Peggies right in the balls. Dutch out." 
                          
I sighed and pulled over on the side of the road. Quickly, I pinned my hair up in a bun; it'd be easier to fight when I didn't have hair in my face. The town of Fall's End was in my sights around one hundred meters away. Keeping my distance and out of sight, I hopped out of the car and crouched behind it. With having only a 1911 and an AR-C, there were two choices. One: go loud and proud. Two: be stealthy. I went with option two; with having no bow nor a suppressor for my guns, it'd be tough, but it's not impossible. It's either now or never and I want this over with. 
                          
After getting closer and being able to see the town more clearly, I hid in some tall grass, and pulled out my binoculars. To my surprise, there were hardly any Peggies at all here; this was going to be so easy. Once scoping the place out, I put my binoculars back in my bag and swiftly hid behind the nearest building. I'm glad I was in the Army; I've learned a ton of things in a matter of four years. At the age of eighteen, I left home to serve my country. It was one of the best decisions of my life. Now I'm twenty-five years old and a police officer; I'm still considered a 'Rookie' since it's my first year on the job, but not to brag or anything, my skills are way better than a 'Rookie.' 
                          
Think Axl, think. Think like a soldier. Think of a plan. After a few minutes, I had a plan. Step one: climb up the ladder and takedown the sniper. Step two: steal his suppressed sniper and silently kill each Peggie one by one (I was a Marksman and so was Jacob). After executing my plan perfectly and freeing Pastor Jerome and Mary May, I heard a fucking plane in the distance. 
                          
"Shit!" I yelled; I looked around and seen a mounted gun. Perfect. Perfect for shooting down planes! 
                          
"You got air support comin' in!" A voice called out on my radio; must've been a Peggie. "I'm lining up my sights! I'm gonna flank her! Movin' in for the kill! I'm gonna strafe her!" 
                          
How did they know I was here?
                          
Pastor Jerome shouted on my radio, "They've called in air support! Take cover! That pilot is a "Chosen"— one of the cult's best soldiers. If we don't take care of that plane we're done for!"
                          
"I've got this under control, Pastor. Go inside and I'll take care of it! Rook out." I told Jerome as I took hold of the mounted gun, firing away at the plane. 
                          
"Bomb's away!" A bomb dropped in front of the building I was on. "Movin' in for the kill." 
                          
Barely keeping my balance, I quickly waited for the mounted gun to quit smoking before I shot at the plane again. Once the plane was in range, I shot the now smoking plane. 
                          
"It's going down! You did it!" Mary May shouted on my radio.
                          
"Hell yeah I did!" I exclaimed with excitement; a humongous smile on my face. It was decreasing altitude at an alarming rate and crashed into the ground; the plane was engulfed in flames. I jumped up and down. "WOOOOO!" I screamed.