Gears of war 2
Rivers
Level 46
5 players.

They were closing in, an we were low on ammo. how we were gonna survive was anybody's guess. 5 C.O.G's against 5 Boomers was far from a fair fight and their "Mulcher's" were tearing apart the wooden shack that we had taken cover in.

Someone screamed "Cover me while i reload!". Cover them while they reload? what about me? or the rest of the squad? One of the Boomers went down while the others marched on towards us, firing and roaring. The grenades we planted before went off taking out another two of the lumbering brutes. shotgun and lancer fire killed the other two.

A small breather, the calm before the storm. Two of our squad ran out to retrieve ammo and weapons while the rest kept an eye out for the other the locust that were hiding in the area. "Dibbs!" We couldnt tell where the shot came from, but it took his head clean off. He stood for a minute until his legs gave way under his own weight. "SNIPER!". the other guy began sprinting back to the shack but was blocked by a flamethrower wielding grub. He was lost in a stream of flame. The locust had found us and we were almost out of ammo.

"Shit, these feckers are vicious". I checked the Tac/Com. It showed Dazz (the gear to the right of the door) and pvt. Roberts ( the gear hiding behind some sand bags to the left). There was a red circle in the center of the screen, those only appeared when a team-mate needed reviving. the sniper had taken Cpl. king's head off so it must be Pvt. Thompson. "one of us needs to go out there and get him".
"what? are you fecking mental?"
"we cant just leave him!"
"uh, yes we can"
"I.....can hear you, you know"
"feck it"
I ran from the relative safety of the cover and dove over the small wall next to two destroyed C.O.G supply trucks. The circle was almost completly red which meant he was going to die. He wasnt in the street, where could he have gone? then i noticed the trail of blood leading into the small hut in front of me. Someone was inside and they didnt sound too healthy, it could be a locust or it could be Thomspon.

Checking the clip of my lancer, i found that there were only 37 rounds left, if i was going to get him it had to be now. I burst through the door and there was the private leant against the far wall but he wasnt alone. A Kantus, the locust priest's, was stood over him. Its head almost scraped the ceiling, it either didnt notice me or didnt care. i ran towards it firing the last of my ammo into its back. It turned to face me and screamed, somehow sending me to the floor. All i could do was watch as it flipped Private Thompson over onto his back and began to beat him to death. When i finally got to my feet the monster was shaking its hands to get the blood and gore off. No ammo for the Lancer and the rifle was empty, no grenades only a Boltok pistol. The bullets didnt even slow it down as it crossed the room in two strides. I was about to reload when it took out its Gorgon sub-machine pistol and aimed it in the centre of my visor.

Before the sadistic beast could pull the trigger a chainsaw burst through its stomach and moved slowly up its torso. Both halves of the Kantus feell to the floor, still twitching. "you take too long". it was Roberts, covered in blood and breathing heavily. He must have run all the way. "there's still a war going on out here!" Dazz screamed from outside. "we know, give us chance to get some ammo"
"ANY FUCKING TIME SWEETHEARTS!". I picked up the Gorgon and roberts took Thompsons shotgun. As we joined Dazz outside behind some sand bags i could see that they had done quite a bit of damage on their small journey to rescue me and hte late Pvt. Thompson. Locust bodies lay scattered across the street, There was even a Grinder slumped against a bullet ridden van. "i never knew you cared"
"SHUT UP AND SHOOT, MORON"

we eventually managed to take out most of the remaining horde apart from a couple of dreaded Grinders, and some of the fecking "cyclops" grubs. they wore a helmet with only a small view hole, but they liked to use the C.O.G lancer rifle because of its chainsaw bayonette. As long as you didnt get close they werent a problem. Roberts suggested using a couple of Torque bows we had found to take them out from a distance which worked suprisingly well on the Grinders, But those damn grubs jsut didnt want to die.

We lost sight of them for 30 seconds at the most and before we knew it they had us pinned down in the wooden shack we had taken cover in earlier. With our low ammo and their superior numbers this could end one of two ways. We somehow manage to take them all out in some spectacular attack.....or they decide to rush us and hack us to pieces like the sadistic bastards they were.

Guess what happened? If you chose the first one, you were wrong. If you chose the secnd one, you were right although they did try out some execution moves.

We emptied our few remaining bullets into the scenery trying to hit the grubs as they darted about. When they noticed we hadnt been shooting at them for a minute they stormed the shack. First they fired at us, which brought Roberts to his knee's and sent me Dazz back behind the sandbags. Then they stormed the place, we watched as the first of the group hacked our wounded team-mate to death with his chainsaw bayonette. Eventually they got to us. They performed  a "curb stomp" on me. (For those of you that dont know what a curb stomp is, i'll tell you. Its where you put someone's mouth on the curb then proceed to stamp on their head.) And two of them hacked Dazz to pieces with their chainsaws. Yes it can be done, one hacks from the front and one hacks from the back.

We had failed in out attempt to fight off the horde, but we tried again and again and again.