Chapter 61: DESPERATION PT2
"Haaa... This fucking bitch," one of the officers sighed. "Listen here bitch, we know your man isn't home and you pussies are defenseless. Even if we consider you have a gun, do you really think you can take us all down? Open the door or we will break it down."
"I wonder," Alison said with a smirk, "I am gonna shoot the first one to break the door. So, the unlucky bastard who wants to die that badly, feel free to break in."
The atmosphere outside the apartment grew tense as Alison's defiant words hung in the air. The officers, desperate and driven by their own fear and frustration, found themselves at a crossroads. Breaking into the apartment was a risky proposition, and none of them wanted to be the first to face the barrel of Alison's gun.
The burly officer who had initially demanded entry exchanged heated words with his fellow officers. They argued amongst themselves, their voices filled with anger and desperation.
"Come on, guys, we can't just back down now," one officer protested, his voice quivering. "We need those supplies. We can't survive out here without them."
"You want to be the first to get shot?" another officer retorted, his tone filled with fear. "I'm not risking my life for this. I saw her carrying a M4 assault rifle. She must have some grenades too. What if she throws in a grenade? We have no idea what else she has... I told you this is a bad idea."
The officers began to bicker and shout at each other, their fear and desperation causing them to lose their composure. It was clear that none of them wanted to be the first to face Alison's deadly aim.
Alison heard their infighting with a smug expression, knowing that their own fear had caused them to turn on each other. She had successfully defused the immediate threat, and the officers' reluctance to break in only solidified her position.
Inside the apartment, Travis's family, Sarah, Emma, and Max remained vigilant, their weapons still at the ready. They watched the officers outside with a mix of caution and relief, knowing that Alison's bold confrontation had bought them some time.
The standoff continued outside, with the officers arguing and shouting at each other, unable to come to a consensus on their next course of action. Desperation had turned them into a fractured group, unable to carry out their initial plan.
The main reason they were hesitating is because they do have guns, but no bullets it any grenades. At best, they have military knives. They wanted to act tough and wanted to force in with their number advantage.
The tense standoff outside the apartment continued, with the officers growing increasingly frustrated by their inability to agree on a plan. It was becoming evident that their initial bravado had masked their lack of resources and a clear strategy.
As the minutes ticked by, the officers' desperation became more apparent. They were caught between their need for supplies and their fear of facing Alison's well-armed resistance. Their initial confidence had crumbled, replaced by uncertainty and anxiety.
Alison maintained her firm stance, her weapon still aimed at the door. She had successfully deterred the officers from attempting to break in, and their internal bickering only played into her favor. Her smug expression hinted at her satisfaction with the turn of events.
'Lucky... Gained some time,' she thought as she slowly walked to the door and peeked through the spy hole. 'Keep fighting among yourselves, bastards.'
"Move aside, fucking pussies," the burly officer grumbled angrily, "Let's see how the fuck she puts a bullet through two vests."
He was determined to assert his authority and claim one of the bulletproof vests, forcibly took the vest from his fellow officer. His decision was met with a mixture of fear and resignation from the others. They knew that this confrontation was spiraling out of control, and they were caught in a desperate situation.
As he donned the bulletproof vest, his fellow officers exchanged uneasy glances. They could see the danger in escalating this standoff, but their desperation for supplies and fear of the unknown compelled them to continue.
"Are you sure you want to do this, boss? We don't have many vests left," the thin and tall one spoke.
Alison, watching the events unfold through the spy hole, maintained her focus on the burly officer. She knew that the vest wouldn't protect his face, and her weapon was aimed precisely there, 'Yeah, go ahead, wear all the armor you want. It won't do much good if I shoot your face.' she thought.
The burly officer, now wearing the bulletproof vest, took a deep breath and turned to face his fellow officers. His expression was a mix of desperation and fear as he prepared to take the lead in confronting Alison.
"Alright, listen up, everyone," he said, his voice shaky but determined. "We can't back down now. Without supplies, we can go any further. Even if we go back to our previous hiding place, that monster with sword will probably fuck us over instantly. Our best shot to tame that monster is hostages... As long as we have hostages, even that monster of a human won't be able to touch us..."
"Yeah, that makes sense," one of them agreed.
The burly one continued, "I am gonna rush in and tank the bullets. You fuckers rush in and beat them up. Kill one if necessary. But make sure to keep the girls safe. Hehehe..." He gave a dirty grin, licking his lips.
"Hehehe... Are you thinking what we are thinking?" the tall one asked.
"We tried to do this peacefully, but they don't like it," the burly one replied, "So, let's make it rough for them... We are gonna have fun tonight and tame that monster. The feisty bitch is mine, you can take the rest of them..."
Alison, who had been closely monitoring the officers' conversation through the spy hole, felt a rising wave of disgust and anger at the officer's vile intentions. Their plan to rush in, take hostages, and harm the women in the apartment was beyond reprehensible.
In that moment, her anger boiled over, and she couldn't stand by and allow such depravity to unfold. Her finger tightened on the trigger of her weapon as she aimed it at the burly officer's head through the door.
Without hesitation, she fired a single, well-aimed shot.
The bullet struck its mark, hitting the burly officer squarely in the face. The impact was instant and devastating. The bullet pierced through his eye socket shattering the bone and tissue in its path. Blood and brain matter exploded outward in a gruesome display of violence as the officer's head snapped backward, his body propelled by the force of the shot.
He let out a gurgled scream of pain and shock, his life extinguished in an instant. His massive form crumpled to the ground, with blood spewing out of the bullet hole like a sprinkler.
The thin and tall officer, who had been discussing the vile plan with the burly one, recoiled in horror at the sight of his comrade's lifeless body. Fear and panic washed over him, and he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" he muttered, his voice trembling. "We're fucked! RUN!"
'Huh?! Why run? They got guns... Wait a minute!' Alison's eyes sparkled, and a smile appeared on her lips.
"You fuckers don't have bullets, right?" She yelled.
The remaining officers, who had been witnessing the horrific demise of their leader, realized the dire truth in Alison's words. They had been bluffing about having ammunition, hoping to intimidate their way into the apartment. Panic and fear gripped them as they comprehended their vulnerable position.
"RUN YOU NUMBSKULLS!" the tall one yelled as he turned around and dashed. His men followed his suit.
Alison opened the door and open fired.
[Outside]
"What the fuck are you bastard doing here?"
The tall officer stopped, "Shit!"
Travis, Batwoman, and Lily were standing between him and his freedom.
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