Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 56: Kidnapped by Reaper

Thomas didn't have time to process the implications.

WHOOSH!

A Reaper dived toward a cluster of soldiers near the barricades, talons outstretched.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Multiple troops fired up at it, their rounds ripping into its leathery wings.

The creature screeched in pain, but it still grabbed one of the men—

And ripped him in half mid-air.

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His lower body dropped limply to the ground, his upper half dangling lifelessly in the Reaper's grip before it discarded him like trash.

"WE NEED MORE FIREPOWER UP TOP!" Marcus yelled over the radio.

"AA GUNS, PRIORITIZE AERIAL TARGETS!" Thomas barked.

"Roger!"

The Avenger missile launchers repositioned, their sensors locking onto the incoming Reapers.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

More Stinger missiles fired into the sky, exploding mid-air, tearing several Reapers to shreds. Their mangled bodies plummeted into the battlefield, some crashing into the trenches, causing havoc among the soldiers.

But for every Reaper they downed, five more took its place.

"COMMAND, THEY'RE TOO FAST!" a soldier yelled over comms.

Thomas ducked behind a sandbag, barely avoiding a Reaper that swooped down to grab him. It missed, but clawed through a nearby soldier instead, dragging him screaming into the air.

SNAP!

Another headless corpse fell back to the ground.

These things were hunting them.

WHOOSH!

Another Reaper dove.

Thomas barely had time to react.

The creature slammed into him at full speed.

His breath was knocked out of his lungs as he felt massive, clawed talons wrap around his torso, lifting him off the ground.

"FUCK!"

He tried to wrestle free, but the grip was like iron, squeezing his ribs to the point of near suffocation.

The battlefield shrunk beneath him, the once chaotic trenches and tanks growing smaller and smaller as the Reaper carried him higher into the night sky.

He was being taken away.

His radio crackled—

"ALL STATIONS! I'M AIRBORNE! I REPEAT—

STATIC.

The Reaper's other claw slashed down, tearing the radio from Thomas's vest and sending it tumbling into the abyss below.

His connection to command was gone.

And he was alone.

The wind howled past his ears as the Reaper carried him higher, weaving through ruined skyscrapers like a predatory bird.

Thomas gritted his teeth, his mind racing.

I have to kill this thing before it gets me too high.

With his left hand, he reached for the combat knife strapped to his chest—

But the Reaper noticed.

SNAP!

The creature's razor-sharp beak lunged toward his head, forcing him to jerk back just in time.

It was toying with him.

It wanted him alive.

Maybe it knew a fall from this height would kill him.

Not happening.

With his free hand, Thomas drew his M9 Beretta, pressed it against the Reaper's exposed chest, and—

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The 9mm rounds slammed into its flesh, causing the creature to shrieeeeek in agony.

Its grip loosened slightly—

That was all he needed.

Thomas forced his body upward, using the momentum of the recoil to wrench himself free—

And drove his combat knife deep into the Reaper's shoulder joint.

SCHLUCK!

The creature let out a piercing screech, its body convulsing from the pain of the deep stab wound.

Its wings faltered—

And they both started plummeting.

Thomas held on for dear life, his knife still buried in the beast's flesh.

The Reaper thrashed wildly, trying to shake him off, its wings beating erratically to regain control.

The ground was rushing up fast.

They slammed into a high-rise building.

CRAAAAAAASH!

Glass and concrete shattered on impact as both bodies tore through the side of the structure, tumbling through abandoned office floors, bouncing off desks and collapsed cubicles.

Thomas felt his ribs crack as he skidded across the floor, slamming hard into a concrete pillar.

His vision blurred for a second.

Everything was spinning.

Debris and dust settled slowly around him.

He coughed, blood dripping from his lip.

The Reaper lay motionless a few feet away, its wings twitching weakly, its chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

It moved.

Thomas barely had time to react before the Reaper shrieked and lunged forward.

He rolled away, narrowly avoiding its razor-sharp talons.

The creature wasn't dead.

And now, it was pissed.

Thomas forced himself to his feet, gripping his HK416 tightly.

His radio was gone.

No backup.

No support.

Just him and this monstrosity inside the skyscraper, surrounded by nothing but broken steel and shattered glass.

The Reaper let out a low, guttural growl, its glowing red eyes locking onto him.

Then—

It charged.

Thomas sidestepped, firing a burst—

BANG-BANG-BANG!

Rounds tore through the creature's chest, but it didn't stop.

With a single powerful leap, the Reaper closed the distance, swinging its massive talons—

Thomas ducked, but felt the claws graze his shoulder, nicking the armored vest he had on but there was no bleed.

He grunted in pain, staggering backward.

The Reaper pressed forward, swiping again—

SLASH!

Thomas barely managed to block the blow with his rifle.

The sheer force of the impact sent him sliding backward, his boots scraping against the concrete floor.

This thing was stronger than he expected.

But he wasn't out yet.

Thomas grabbed a flashbang from his vest.

Pulled the pin.

Tossed it directly at the Reaper's face.

BANG!

A blinding white light exploded.

The Reaper shrieked in agony, flailing wildly as its enhanced senses were overloaded by the intense flash and sound.

Thomas didn't waste a second.

He rushed forward, flipping his rifle to full-auto, pressing it against the Reaper's chest—

And unloaded every remaining round.

BRRRRRRRRTTTT!

Bullets ripped through its body, punching holes through its flesh, wings, and limbs.

But the final shot—

That was for the head.

BANG!

The bullet pierced the creature's skull, sending brain matter splattering against the concrete.

The Reaper let out a final, choked gasp—

Then collapsed.

Thomas exhaled sharply, dropping his empty magazine.

His body ached, his wounds stung, but he was alive.

He looked around.

Zombies inside the skyscraper heading towards him.

"Just when is this going to end?" Thomas asked himself.