The Survival: Cruelty's Curse

Chapter 5:

Follow The River

Quill vaulted over the table, and ran with Rainbow Dash down the cafeteria. They ran in on Swatch firing his rifle into the head of a military sergeant. Swatch saw them, and by instinct, he aimed his rifle at them. But when he realized it was his nephew and his best friend, he lowered his gun.

"Glad you made it. Step aside, this is gonna make a loud bang." Swatch said.

Swatch took some C4 off of the soldier's belt, it was modified. It had a timer, and a bigger explosion radius. Rainbow Dash's jaw dropped, and smiled.

"Just like Call of Duty!" She grinned.

Quill glowered at her, Rainbow Dash frowned. Swatch placed the C4 on the wall in his right and detonated the timer, and ran away, Quill and Rainbow got the idea and dashed the hell out of there! The C4 blew up. Making the brick wall crumble, revealing a sewer tunnel.

"You know this place better than I ever will!" Quill laughed.

Swatch winked at his nephew. More soldiers came tumbling down the stairs.

"Sir, we got three runners on the inner perimeter! FIRE!" One of the soldiers shouted.

Gunfire was the only thing anyone could hear, Quill pushed Swatch and Rainbow into the sewers, they ran for their lives. The sewers had a horrible rotting stench to it as always. They ran until they reached a ladder, Swatch climbed up the ladder, and lifted up the manhole grate with all his strength, and moving it to the side. The three climbed up, then Quill heard the zing of a bullet, and a grunt coming from his Uncle.

"Uncle Swift, you okay!?" Quill asked.

"N-No! I got shot in the fuckin' back! There's a base full of rebels at the end of the street! It's not f-far!" Swatch stuttered

Quill wrapped his arm around his uncle, and felt rain drops. He jogged with Swatch across the street to an abandoned building.

"They won't shoot us! They know me!" Swatch shouted.

Military jeeps pulled up behind them, Quill heard the wheels skid across the when street, he gritted his teeth, and ran faster.

"We can't stop now! Keep moving!" Quill yelped.

Another flew into Swatch, swatch yelled loudly when the bullet made impact on his leg. He started to limp.

"Quill, I can't take much more..." Swatch said as he ran out of breath.

"Dammit, RAINBOW DASH, LAY THE FUCKING HURT ON THEM! Take my rifle!" Quill said as he tossed his M1 Garand to her hand.

Rainbow Dash nodded, and aimed it at the heads of soldiers, busting caps, killing them. One soldier took another shot, and hit Swatch in the lower back. Swatch screamed in pain, Quill started to cry a bit.

"No, NO. YOU'RE GETTING OUT OF THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME!?" Quill screamed.

"We-We're almost th-th-there..." Swatch said as he started to walk slowly.

"Keep moving. Don't stop here!"

While Rainbow Dash killed a majority of the soldiers, Quill and Swatch were near the abandoned building, men and women came running out of the building, not aiming at Quill and Swatch, but the soldiers.

"We made it! FUCKIN' A! WE MADE IT!" Quill yelled loudly.

Swatch began to smile, despite the pain he was suffering. The happiness soon left when a sniper's bullet flew into Swatch's back, exiting out of his chest, the shot knocked the wind out of him, making him fall on the ground. Quill's eyes teared up as he knelt down to his Uncle, Swatch was loosing a lot of blood at a fast rate.

"N-No... Uncle Swatch, w-we got to get you help..." Quill said as he began to cry.

"THEN GO! Ack!" Swatch replied has he coughed up heavy amounts of blood.

Swatch tried to pull himself up, but the effort in doing so caused more pain than ever, making him hit the ground harder. Quill flipped Swatch over, making him lay on his back. Quill saw the heavy load of blood spewing out of his Uncle's chest, Quill softly put his hands on the would, Swatch grunted in pain.

"I-I'm gonna get you through this! D-Don't do this to me, Uncle!"

"It's too fuckin' late, remember what I said! Follow the river!" Swatch yelled.

"B-But you're gonna fucking DIE! I won't let you die on me!"

"Quill, just follow... that god damn river... J-Just leave me..." Swatch closed his eyes, and breathed his last bit of air. Quill broke down, crying.

"No... No..SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP ME!"

Rebels with all sorts of firearms ran past him. Quill picked up his Uncle with tears streaming down his cheeks. He walked slowly towards the building, until he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, he was shot. The impact made him tremble, and fall down with his Uncle in his arms. Quill cracked his head on the pavement with tremendous force, making him pass out. Quill stopped remembering the memory, and screamed.

"RAAAAAAAAAAH! YOU took him, God! WHY should I believe in a God who takes away ONE OF THE ONLY RELATIVES WHO LOVES ME!?" Quill screamed.

However, when Quill felt the rage, it blew away like the wind. He felt happiness, so much that he couldn't help but crack a smile. It was God, he thought.

"Now how the fuck do I get out of here?!"

Quill's question was answered when a guard from upstairs was waving a flashlight around, beams of light shot through the cracks in the trapdoor, revealing weak points. Quill smiled and quietly walked to the trapdoor, he awaited for the guard to leave, once the guard did so, Quill took a swing at the trapdoor, it hurt his hand bad.

"Ah, FUCK!" He yelled.

But Quill had his sense of motivation, and took another swing with his right arm, the door got weaker. Quill ate the pain and swung with his left, breaking the door, he swung one last time at the door with his right fist, punching a large hole into the door. Quill yelped for joy! So he used his hands to remove any remaining wood on the door. Once there was enough space for his body to fit through, Quill lifted his arms up onto the floor of upstairs. Quill pulled himself up, the shards of wood scraped against him, but the pain was NOTHING to him. He made it to the top of the floor, and smiled. What was astonishing to him is that it was already nighttime, he noticed this my looking out the window to the left of Gilda's office, it seems remembering old memories make time fly by. Quill took one step and almost fell, Quill's bruises hurt more than before. But Quill managed to only limp.

Quill limped quickly to the door, he only had his shirt, and jeans on. Hopefully the weather cleared, he thought. But when he opened the door and stepped outside, he felt the cold winter wind brush against him, Quill covered his face from the chilling breeze. He took his arms away from his face, and saw that there was a massive blizzard taking place, jeeps covered in snow, and many of Gilda's men surrounded the camp, protecting it. Quill luckily walked to the back of the cabin, keeping one of his arms over his face, and his other hand on his lower stomach. He limped through the heavy amount of soft snow that laid upon the ground. Quill desperately tried to limp to his cabin to grab his things. Quill guided himself to his humble abode, but saw guards on his porch. They were the soldiers that jumped him hours ago.

"Those fucking dickbags." Quill whispered to himself.

Quill limped to the back of the cabin, and peaked through his window, thank God that there was no one in there. He opened his window, and crawled in sneakily. Quill quietly closed his window, and scouted around for his backpack, and was happy to see it hung on his wall. He walked to it, and put on the black leather coat hanging on his coat rack, and buttoned it on him.

"Need all the warmth I can get." He said.

Quill stocked up by grabbing his belongings, such as his backpack, Sniper rifle, and his machete. He took the gun holsters off of the wall, containing his revolver, and his Five SeveN pistol, and strapped it onto his waste. I guess you could say that he looked like John Marston. Quill reached his hands into his jacket pocks, and pulled out the gloves and mask from earlier yesterday. He put the mask and gloves one, and was ready for any action. Since Quill had been on his bad leg for several minutes, he was growing used to the pain, letting him walk normally, and run for short periods of time.

"Now to get the fuck out of here!"

Quill silently walked to his door, he opened it, took out his revolver and shot one soldier in the head, while he hit the other in the side of the head with his machete, killing the both of them in a matter of six seconds.

"That was easy."

He ran back inside, looked out his door, and saw people with rifles come out of their cabins, hearing the gunshot.

"Who the fuck was that!?" One man said.

"It had to of been Quill, he shoots his gunnnnnns more than anyone else here! MOVE OUT, Gilda said if he escaped, to shoot him on sight!" Caramel said.

"Fuck," Quill thought, "Gilda's got everyone in the camp on my ass!"

A man ran into Quill's house with pistol, and saw him.

"GUYS! I FOUND HIM!" The man yelled.

Quill aimed his revolver at the mans chest, and took three shots, forcing him to the ground. The other men came running to the cabin, Quill kicked his window, breaking it, and jumped through it, only suffering minor injuries.

"He went out the window!" Said one of the men.

Quill sprinted across the snow, and into the woods, he lost the men that stood in his cabin.

"Shit! we fucking lost him, Get his head! Or Gilda is going to have our balls mounted on her wall!" Caramel shouted.

Quill saw all the men spreading out, going into every cabin, and every side of the camp. Quill managed to sneak up behind one, and grab his mouth, and shove his machete through him, exiting out through his stomach. The man met out muffled screams as his vision faded, and when every part of him ran cold. Quill dropped the dead man, and quietly moved at the back of cabins, where no man was. Quill silently prowled around until he saw Caramel, he smiled. Quill walked up behind him, and swung his machete down at his neck, making Caramel choke on his own blood.

"Shhhh..." Quill whispered.

Caramel closed his eyes, and his heart slowed down, and stopped. Since Caramel was dead, Quill pulled his machete off of his neck. A bullet whizzed by Quill's head, he turned his head and saw a sniper from afar. Quill ran to the back of one cabin, taking cover.

"Quill took two of us down! Including Caramel!  He's behind Levi's cabin!" The sniper shouted.

Quill put his revolver in his holster, and pulled out his Five SeveN. A man in a ghillie suit popped out from the shadows and ran at Quill with an axe. Quill shot the man in the leg, and the head, killing him.

"WHERE'S GILDA!?" Quill shouted as he took cover on the back wall of the cabin.

Quill gripped his machete in this other hand, until he heard one more coming from the side of the house. Quill ran to the side, and swung his machete without looking. The blade went into the face of a man, in his eyes.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!" The man screamed in pain.

Quill took out the machete, and the man lost his balance. Quill chopped the man several times in the back, making him bleed to death. Quill ran into the center of the camp, seeing many snipers on the roofs reloading. Quill took a shot at one in the head, making him into a ragdoll, and falling off the roof. The other sniper heard the commotion, and saw Quill run into a cabin.

"Fuck, I missed him!" the sniper said.

And all of the sudden, Quill grabbed the sniper by the neck, and put his pistol to his head, holding him as a hostage.

"Now, you're gonna fucking tell me where Gilda is!" Quill growled.

"I ain't telling you SHIT!" The sniper replied.

"I'll bust a cap in your head if you don't tell me in THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS!"

"Okay, Okay! Gilda left with a majority of our guys to get to Quarantine Zone 5B two hours ago! There's a map in my back pocket! Take it! Just don't fuckin' kill me, man!" The sniper confessed.

Quill kept the gun at his head, and reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a crumbled up shred of paper

"Thanks," Quill said.

Quill kicked the sniper down to the ground, and shot him in the back of the head as he tried to get up. Quill uncrumbled the shred of paper, and saw a map of Missouri.

"The fuck?" Quill said to himself.

This couldn't be true, the map said in black marker "Follow The River." Just like his uncle said years ago, follow the river. The map was a shredded scrap of paper. Jefferson City was circled in red, and called "Camp Roanoke." Named after the lost colony, and that was what the camp that Quill lived in, and a blue line, in which was the Missouri River was highlighted in yellow. St. Louis was circled in blue, and named "Quarantine Zone 5B". This map was going to be useful.

"There he is! FUCKIN' SHOOT THE FUCKHEAD!" Shouted one of Gilda's guards.

Quill ducked and took cover, while the guards shot at the roof. Quill looked at the dead sniper's belt, and saw a grenade. Quill smiled at the idea that came to mind, so he took it off of the belt. Quill put his finger through the ring of the pin, and pulled it out. He threw it down at them, and if fell in the snow. The four guards git curious, because if fell deep in the snow. And then, it blew up, sending all four of the men back. Quill slip down the ladder into the cabin, and ran out. He ran to one of the jeeps, luckily, he ran to the only one that had gas in it. Quill opened the door, and was relieved to see the key still in the slot. Quill slammed the key in tightly, twisted it, and started the jeep. Two of the men that were blasted by the grenade stood up, and fired their guns at Quill, most of the shots missed Quill, while the rest it the van. He pulled out and drove on the snow covered path surrounded by trees.

"Shoot the god damn tires!" Said one of the men.

But it was too late, Quill drove far enough away from them, he took a deep breath of relief, and kept driving, with a smile...