Name: Dondelium (last unknown was on dog tags)
--Body Attributes--
Height: 5-10
weight: approw 180 pounds
Age: unknown apparoximately young twenties
Build: athletic and stong but not quite all muscle
Armor: battered Generic American Alliance Armor (Scout style)
Armorment: pistol on side, medical back pack.
Part 1: Awakening
Darkness slowely fading and all I could think of was "get up, get your ass of the ground now!" I didnt know why or for what all i could do was push myself off the ground through the ach of my limbs and the crushing pain in my head i still struggled up and didnt know why.
Once i had myself off the ground into my vision came the visualization of a slaughtered army amongts some kind of monsterous creatures that lay scattered between tank wreckage and pieces of.. well i dont know what. Without hesitation i went for the nearest weapon to me, a shotgun, "perfect" the word sputtered out of my mouth and i didnt even know why, what was I supposed to be shooting at? This army? no they have on the same armor as me. Must be these creatures then, but why would i let them get that close to me?
Right about that time i looked behind myself to see my answer, I had awoken directly outside of a city. Ide be meeting the enemies in close quarters, and suddenly a very real, coldness shuddered through my spine. As i saw what was the carnage these monsters had created amongst such a powerful, or once so force.
My mind drifted to a vision as I saw the city coming into view through a aircrafts window. Then was redirected to another aircraft flying on its wing that suddenly began to explode and drop to the ground. Off of it came some sort of bird, yet bigger with an almost human skeletal system, it b lined for the window and i spun reaching for a door marked with "drop pod".
I shook my head as if knocking the vision out of it. This was not a time to remember my past this was a time to survive, and if I didnt, what would be the use in remembering anyway.
I began walking, into the city. If there was anyone or anything for me take take refuge with, it sure wasnt out here.
I had walked three or four blocks into the city, I wasnt really sure. Tripping over rubble, climbing over wreckage and avoiding the stench of dead bodies. I had honestly lost track, this spliting migraine didnt help either.
I had recently passed what looked like an anti aircraft vehicle, armed with what looked like 50mm cannons. It only caught my eye because it was marked different from the rest of the vehicles here, and was quiet defintely old nearly rusted through, which really made me wonder, what this cities past was, and even where it was.
On top of that I had seen no sign of life, not even the creatures from before, just dead carcases... everywhere. Hanging from windows crawing out of tanks clearly burned to death, and even one soldier which had a creatures arm elbow deep in the soldiers stomach, what a way to die I thought to myself, "must have ate something bad" I sputtered quietly, followed by a rather sinacle chuckle. "Oh man im going to hell" was all I could say or think, followed by an even more sinacle chuckle. Honestly though it was good I hadnt seen anything, means im alive, for now.
Right about then I heard something stumble over something to my right. Obviously must have heard me, "stupid stupid stupid" I thought, "keep your damn thoughts to yourself out here". "Oh well its to late now, its heard you and now your gonna have to shoot it, and stir up the hornest nest." Then it came out of the shadows it had been in. A creature. This one was different though it had on what looked to be mangled armor with the same marking from the soldiers. Its additional spikes and claws had literally broken through the armor which made me realise, this thing wasnt just wearing soldiers armor, it was a soldier, just... changed.
It was clumsly though, and slow, so I slung my shotgun onto my back, and picked up a piece of pipe that was on the ground. I wasnt going to stir up the hornets nest, I was just going to beat the thing to death.
It lunged at me, I hit it square across the ribs deflecting its arms, and claws in the process. It moaned in pain. I bashed it as it lay there two more times, first in the ribs, then in the head, it whimpered alittle and went limp, its blood had splattered on my leg armor some, no worries it was dead.
I turned and began to walk away when it let out a howl, loud and long it startled me at first, but then it died down and the creature had released its last breath. It wasnt over though, because, I, may have avoided bring out the hornets nest, but it sure did it for me. "Ass hole!" I yelled at it right before I heard the reply howls from all those near enough to hear. It was going to be a long day, or a short one, was more likely.
^ That roughly describes what happens with me and deflun during his rps. And somehow, I manage to take out the majority of hte fuckers before I die miracously. ANYWHO.
Let me catch up on what I posted, and I"ll co-post with dond.
Snow moaned in quiet appreciation as he splashed cold water from the sink over his face. He leaned over it, letting the water run off his still blood splattered face, his hands gripping the sink. He gave a soft sigh as the last drop ran off, and he looked up. He couldn't help it, he laughed. He was a total wreck... ugh.. Time to get cleaned up. He eyed his boxers, then the shower, and shrugged, and hopped in, keeping them on. He might have to move fast.
Snow flicked the hot water on, and moaned again. This was his first shower in a couple weeks... he took his sweet, precious time, washing himself thoroughly with the soap, and using the anti infection all over. He bit his lip at the sting, but endured silently... An hour later, he stepped out, his hands slightly pruned, his boxers thoroughly soaked, but he was clean. Blessedly, clean. He looked out the window as he grabbed the towel and started drying off, and estimated another two hours. He would use that time to decide what he was gonna rock out with... he surely couldn't carry that entire pack. But he would bring extra stuff... Anywho, time to get to work. He grabbed the trousers and pulled them on, running his fingers over the strange material and texture. But, somehow, they fit perfectly, and molded to his body excellently. He slid the pistol into his back right pocket and trotted downstairs.
Snow looked over his ruined armor, tossing most of it to a corner of the living room as the daylight faded. It was unusable. Those crea-
The claw swung downward at him, the creature screaming for his blood even as he heard the yells of his squad around him. The claw moved slowly, yet he moved slower still, not quite able to move fast enough. It was tipped with deadly claws, black and darkgreen, splattered with blood. They tore down, ripping through his armor, his skin barely grazed. Snow-
-shook his head, clearing the flashback. He looked over to the pack, and sighed, standing up and emptying it out... The first things that fell out, were the miracously clean blouse and t-shirt. He gladly put those on, tucking in the black shirt to his black and gray camo trousers, and shrugging on the blouse happily. He smiled again, comfortable in the familiar clothes that he had worn for years. He glanced at the window... daylight was fading fast....
"First things first, I need to move" obvious as this thought would be in this situation, youde be surprised at how many people cant grasp it in the heat of the moment.
Not me, my mind was a clean well oiled machine when it came to this, and once again I didnt know why. I could remember basic, and most of my base army traning, but the last few months... nothing no idea, its like I had put a cloud over something I didnt want to remember.
But this wasnt on my mind at that moment no I had more important things to worry about like the two slow movers I just wasted with the shotgun while sprinting through the building the first one came out of.
I know usually its not a good idea to go into the den your enemies are coming from, but its also common sense to go where the enemy wouldnt expect you, and in this case that was into the den, even though this was completely offset by the fact that, while I was moving to a new location it was pretty easy to follow me due to repeated shotgun blasts along the way.
Score another one, this one was on the second floor through a blown out hole in the ceiling.
As I reached the door on the other side of the building something slid into the door way. A smaller creature, obviously a creature. It had claws protruding from its arms only, but its teeth, or fangs really, were huge, it literally dislocated its mouth and rebuilt the tissue to fit, so it didnt bit itself. It was on all fours and wasnt clumsy, not at all actually, it was inhumanly agile and I wouldnt make this mistake again.
"I dont have time for you!" screaming at the creature in the door. I swung my shotgun around toward the monster, but at about that time it jumped out of the doorway into the shadows.
"What the fuck?", it just disappeared, puzzelment filled my brain for a moment but was gone as quickly as it came due mainly to the fact that the creature had literally latched onto the ceiling and was now lunging from that in my direction.
I couldnt see him, not very well atleast, with the bright light coming through the door I couldnt focus on the dark. Luckily he made a lot of noise, so I rolled right.
Not fast enough. The creatures claw went between my body and arm and we locked into what could be considered a fucked up line dance of death ending in a shotgun barrel directly between his fangs.
"Scratch that one, he counts for 3, that should leave me at... oh hell" These words still... I cant forget them, 3 more of those things were just striding over the building in front of me as I walked out the door. "Well I dont have to meet these ones in the dark."
Snow went to his knees, sorting out everything. He had managed to scavenge an incredible amount of weaponry and armor, clothing and such... the pack had been overflowing. He even had a flattened backpack stuffed into it. He laughed, wondering how he had managed to carry it all. He looked over it all, and slowly realized he had the special piece of equipment that had been issued to each of his squad mates. He sorted those ones out, putting them to one side of his body, nothing that they looked his si-
Snow shrugged on the goggles, putting them just above his eyebrows, flush with the bottom of his helmet as he looked around, shifting his body to get comfy in the armor he had worn for years.
Jack: Ugh... Snow, this armor is way to fucking tight. How does Command expect us to wear these things??? Seriously.
Mike: Yeah, seriously sarge.. these things aren't fitted what so ever..
Snow looked over his squad as they voiced similar complaints, and held up a fist. They shut up instantly, and he mimed a tear trailing down the facecloth, over his cheek. Then he shrugged, and went over to mike to help secure the too-small, strange chest piece over his large body. Command had issued them all armor... but they had taken perfect, exact measurements of each squad member... That didn't fit anything that Command did. They might fuck up their orders, but they made damned sure that the squad was outfitted properly...
Snow sighed, and looked over the rest of the pile, sorting out food and the health water that tasted like metal and vegetables, the ammunition and medical kits, the extra clothing and black and gray straps, the hooks and metal clip-ons, a tent, how the FUCK did he grab a tent? Seriously? He laughed. There was even the helmet that he had ripped off his comrade.. one of the stra-
boom
boom boom
boom
boom
bom
...Snow sighed and started moving quickly. First things were first, the elbow pads and the knee pads... he quickly turned to the pile of the strange armor, covered in black and gray camoflauge patterns.. he found the pieces and slipped them on over his blouse, which he tucked in as he looked at the chest and waist pieces. Someone out there was alive...
It took me approximately one and a half seconds to raise my shotgun, aim and fire, and yet the first one of these, fast monsters, still had enough time to finishing crossing the roof, and lung across the street at me.
It had dove off the roof claws first aimed directly at my head, once the shotgun blast hit it, it went limp and its claws fell to the side barely missing my shoulder. The sheer momentum of the creature though, was enough to knock me to the ground and slide me approximately 8 feet back. Luckily enough for me it did, because the other two were already bearing down on my previous position.
Without hesitation I hoped to my feet and before I could even raise my shotgun to the next one, it was on me. Now with nothing but my shotgun between us, which I had lodged sideways between its fangs which were within odor distance of me. We played reverse tug of war.
Noticing the other had gotten up and was bearing down on us, I used the shotgun as leverage to throw the first one to the side, and I met the next one with my pistol in hand.
Three rounds to the head and it was down. I turned back around to the last creature who was once again on me, still with my shotgun lodged in its mouth, a swift, kick at the butt stock of the weapon, and the creatures bottom jaw ripped off its face. Writhing in pain the creature rolled for a moment, then with a newfound sense of anger it turned back to me where it was meet with a round of buckshot from the shotgun that still had its bottom jaw hanging onto it.
"Where did I learn to do this shit?"
It was the first and last thing on my mind at the time. The only thing, actually, the rest was just instict. I continued for about a block of moving ducking, diving, and killing with lighting fast reactions and spot on accuracy, not to mention these close quarters hand to hand attacks I was using. What had the army done to me, actually better yet, what the hell had I been doing to turn into this... ballorina of death.
There was actually one point in the engagment I saw a grenade on the ground, and before I even thought about it, I had combat rolled over it pulled the pin and launched it directly at a slow movers head, knocking it on its ass right before it was turned into smoke and mist.
This was all the way up until I heard it coming, the footsteps of something huge, and far more powerful then these scrawney ones I had been fighting and had defeated.
I went ahead and reloaded my shotgun and pistol. "last mags... shit" I then took a stance in the middle of the street as if I was a gun slinger about to dual, while I waited on what ever it was to crest the rubbled building that lay across the street in front of me.
Snow stretched out, fully covered in the odd armor. It fitted him perfectly. Each of the modified weapons fit perfectly in a place on the armor... The backpack even had a slot on his shoulders where they fit perfectly. Someone had obviously planned this out, but why? Why in this strange city that was utterly wrecked? What with those creatures? What happened to the rebels that he had been fighting? He shook his head and looked outside. Full dark had fallen. He smiled and pulled the facecloth up, pulling the goggles down and flicking them on. He had learned earlier that they had night vision, and they worked perfectly, illuminating the small room. His ruined armor and ripped up, dirty clothing were in one pile... the old style army bag was at his feet, and his body was covered with weaponry, straps, and the projections for close quarters. He doubted there could possibly be anything more deadly then him at the moment. He sighed and grabbed the bag. It had a few articles of clothing, a spare rifle, extra rounds he couldn't carry, the remains of a medkit, a couple of pistols, and a few knives. He knew there was a survivor, he just heard another shotgun blast. He hefted the pack onto his shoulder and picked up the three knives he had left out. He would use these ones to throw, since he had no silencers. He sighed and turned around, heading out. He tossed open the door and entered the hostile night, and the first sound that greeted his ears were the tell-tale thunder steps of the rumored zombie lord that he had been briefed on... that took take out entire squads of tanks...
As the footsteps drew closer my mind changed them into a deeper, faster sound. It was a heartbeat, no it was my own heartbeat. I had drifted back into my vision from before, but this time it came with a wealth of information, to much to process at the time Ide have to wait until later, but for now, I let the vision continue.
My hand slung the drop pod door open with an almost angry tone, as I slid into the droppod itself. Then as quickly as I had opened the door I closed it.
The plane jerked violently.
I punched the eject key, nothing.
I glanced out the port hole of the drop pod to see Snake, one of my squad members, running by in front of the window I had been at. The creature that had been approaching the window bursted through the window, and attacked Snake.
Snakes head hit the port hole, decapitated from the rest of himself, and then the creature rose up staring at me.
I punched the eject key as hard as possible breaking the manual control box. The drop pod released and began its decent.
Less than 2 seconds later I heard an explosion nearby, and then the drop pod itself rocked and lost control of itself. Glancing at the manual control box, which I had broke. I realised that the computer couldnt pull me out of this, and now, neither could I. I grabbed the straps on the seat and tried to harness myself into them. This was gonna hurt.
About that time I got pulled out of my vision to the sight of 2 slightly larger than the rest of the creatures I had fought, coming over the rubble. Then as if coordinated they both threw what looked to be balls of fire at me. Easy enough to dodge, I merly stepped to the right a few paces and they landed harmlessly into a pile of rocks.
About that time the creature that I was awating started to rise over the rubble. He was massive. As he crested the hill the smaller creature on the right saw the huge one coming and ran off into a building, the one on the left... was in the way. The large one which was now ontop of the rubble, with what looked like a vengeful anger, grabbed the smaller creature, and launched him into the building the other had run into.
He then crouched in an almost line backer stance with his arms streatched out like wings, and let out a roar. It was loud, no, thunderous. It actually created a wind and with it came the smell of death.
As the creature finished with his roar, muscles clearly visible and rippeling in anger. His hands seemed to have caught fire.
It was at this time, the heartbeat from the vision returned, and the words "its a lord" rolled out of my mouth. I kinda had an idea what that meant, and what it meant, was run, because it was also at this moment. I knew my shot gun wouldnt do anything to this "lord."
I turned, hard, 180 degrees and before i could even regain composure was sprinting down the road.
Two bolts of what seemed to be super heated plasem hurled by my head and shattered a piece of vehicle debris to my right about 10 feet away. The shear heat of the bolts caused my face to get a mild scolding effect at 10 foot away.
I ran harder, bolting over obstacles I didnt know I could.
Over my own panting and heart beat, I heard it. The monsters footsteps, now no longer footsteps but an all out rush after me, and it was gaining ground hard.
Hoping that a radical direction change would slow him down I decided to turn down a nearby street. So I cut a corner through a nearby building which was on the curve weaving between some pillars hoping it would make him swing wide, and continued to "haul ass."
I heard a crash and glanced over my shoulder to see the lord following my same path, but crashing through the pillars I dodged. Leaving the building crumbling down behind him, and he then continued to gain ground.
Time to do something drastic. I ducked left through an open door in a building on the side of the street.
I knew he would just pile drive through the wall like he did the pillars, but inside a building, there were alot more walls and places to hide than a single pillar. Honestly, I just hoped there was a way out the other side.
The lord crashed through the wall, without any show of slowing he came through wall after wall, and across room after room behind me. For each door I kicked in, he crashed through a wall in just a split second less time.
He was right behind me, nearly within reach.
Stairs! I darted up them. He crashed through the steps below me falling behind.
I was headed down a hall now, with a broken out window at the end of it. So I continued sprinting down the hall toward the window. I was going to dive roll out of it and haul ass into the city.
Reaching the window I dove through it but in mid air I was hit from the side by what felt like a brick wall.
I was now laying on the ground with the monster calmly walking towards me. Unable to stand I knew this was it. I did the only thing I could do in my last few moments. I raised my shotgun with the last bit of strength I had and aimed it at his chest as he raised his foot to crush me. I pulled the trigger and the shotgun fired.
The monsters chest exploded.
Dazed and confused I passed out. I would find out what had happened to the monster when I returned to concisness.
Comments
--Body Attributes--
Height: 5-10
weight: approw 180 pounds
Age: unknown apparoximately young twenties
Build: athletic and stong but not quite all muscle
Armor: battered Generic American Alliance Armor (Scout style)
Armorment: pistol on side, medical back pack.
Part 1: Awakening
Darkness slowely fading and all I could think of was "get up, get your ass of the ground now!" I didnt know why or for what all i could do was push myself off the ground through the ach of my limbs and the crushing pain in my head i still struggled up and didnt know why.
Once i had myself off the ground into my vision came the visualization of a slaughtered army amongts some kind of monsterous creatures that lay scattered between tank wreckage and pieces of.. well i dont know what. Without hesitation i went for the nearest weapon to me, a shotgun, "perfect" the word sputtered out of my mouth and i didnt even know why, what was I supposed to be shooting at? This army? no they have on the same armor as me. Must be these creatures then, but why would i let them get that close to me?
Right about that time i looked behind myself to see my answer, I had awoken directly outside of a city. Ide be meeting the enemies in close quarters, and suddenly a very real, coldness shuddered through my spine. As i saw what was the carnage these monsters had created amongst such a powerful, or once so force.
My mind drifted to a vision as I saw the city coming into view through a aircrafts window. Then was redirected to another aircraft flying on its wing that suddenly began to explode and drop to the ground. Off of it came some sort of bird, yet bigger with an almost human skeletal system, it b lined for the window and i spun reaching for a door marked with "drop pod".
I shook my head as if knocking the vision out of it. This was not a time to remember my past this was a time to survive, and if I didnt, what would be the use in remembering anyway.
I began walking, into the city. If there was anyone or anything for me take take refuge with, it sure wasnt out here.
I had walked three or four blocks into the city, I wasnt really sure. Tripping over rubble, climbing over wreckage and avoiding the stench of dead bodies. I had honestly lost track, this spliting migraine didnt help either.
I had recently passed what looked like an anti aircraft vehicle, armed with what looked like 50mm cannons. It only caught my eye because it was marked different from the rest of the vehicles here, and was quiet defintely old nearly rusted through, which really made me wonder, what this cities past was, and even where it was.
On top of that I had seen no sign of life, not even the creatures from before, just dead carcases... everywhere. Hanging from windows crawing out of tanks clearly burned to death, and even one soldier which had a creatures arm elbow deep in the soldiers stomach, what a way to die I thought to myself, "must have ate something bad" I sputtered quietly, followed by a rather sinacle chuckle. "Oh man im going to hell" was all I could say or think, followed by an even more sinacle chuckle. Honestly though it was good I hadnt seen anything, means im alive, for now.
Right about then I heard something stumble over something to my right. Obviously must have heard me, "stupid stupid stupid" I thought, "keep your damn thoughts to yourself out here". "Oh well its to late now, its heard you and now your gonna have to shoot it, and stir up the hornest nest." Then it came out of the shadows it had been in. A creature. This one was different though it had on what looked to be mangled armor with the same marking from the soldiers. Its additional spikes and claws had literally broken through the armor which made me realise, this thing wasnt just wearing soldiers armor, it was a soldier, just... changed.
It was clumsly though, and slow, so I slung my shotgun onto my back, and picked up a piece of pipe that was on the ground. I wasnt going to stir up the hornets nest, I was just going to beat the thing to death.
It lunged at me, I hit it square across the ribs deflecting its arms, and claws in the process. It moaned in pain. I bashed it as it lay there two more times, first in the ribs, then in the head, it whimpered alittle and went limp, its blood had splattered on my leg armor some, no worries it was dead.
I turned and began to walk away when it let out a howl, loud and long it startled me at first, but then it died down and the creature had released its last breath. It wasnt over though, because, I, may have avoided bring out the hornets nest, but it sure did it for me. "Ass hole!" I yelled at it right before I heard the reply howls from all those near enough to hear. It was going to be a long day, or a short one, was more likely.
Oh Crap, leeroy, there are shitloads of zombies outside,
AAAH MATE ILL TAKE EM!!
LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEENNNNNNNNKINS
*hysterical laughter*
Let me catch up on what I posted, and I"ll co-post with dond.
Snow flicked the hot water on, and moaned again. This was his first shower in a couple weeks... he took his sweet, precious time, washing himself thoroughly with the soap, and using the anti infection all over. He bit his lip at the sting, but endured silently... An hour later, he stepped out, his hands slightly pruned, his boxers thoroughly soaked, but he was clean. Blessedly, clean. He looked out the window as he grabbed the towel and started drying off, and estimated another two hours. He would use that time to decide what he was gonna rock out with... he surely couldn't carry that entire pack. But he would bring extra stuff... Anywho, time to get to work. He grabbed the trousers and pulled them on, running his fingers over the strange material and texture. But, somehow, they fit perfectly, and molded to his body excellently. He slid the pistol into his back right pocket and trotted downstairs.
Snow looked over his ruined armor, tossing most of it to a corner of the living room as the daylight faded. It was unusable. Those crea-
The claw swung downward at him, the creature screaming for his blood even as he heard the yells of his squad around him. The claw moved slowly, yet he moved slower still, not quite able to move fast enough. It was tipped with deadly claws, black and darkgreen, splattered with blood. They tore down, ripping through his armor, his skin barely grazed. Snow-
-shook his head, clearing the flashback. He looked over to the pack, and sighed, standing up and emptying it out... The first things that fell out, were the miracously clean blouse and t-shirt. He gladly put those on, tucking in the black shirt to his black and gray camo trousers, and shrugging on the blouse happily. He smiled again, comfortable in the familiar clothes that he had worn for years. He glanced at the window... daylight was fading fast....
"First things first, I need to move" obvious as this thought would be in this situation, youde be surprised at how many people cant grasp it in the heat of the moment.
Not me, my mind was a clean well oiled machine when it came to this, and once again I didnt know why. I could remember basic, and most of my base army traning, but the last few months... nothing no idea, its like I had put a cloud over something I didnt want to remember.
But this wasnt on my mind at that moment no I had more important things to worry about like the two slow movers I just wasted with the shotgun while sprinting through the building the first one came out of.
I know usually its not a good idea to go into the den your enemies are coming from, but its also common sense to go where the enemy wouldnt expect you, and in this case that was into the den, even though this was completely offset by the fact that, while I was moving to a new location it was pretty easy to follow me due to repeated shotgun blasts along the way.
Score another one, this one was on the second floor through a blown out hole in the ceiling.
As I reached the door on the other side of the building something slid into the door way. A smaller creature, obviously a creature. It had claws protruding from its arms only, but its teeth, or fangs really, were huge, it literally dislocated its mouth and rebuilt the tissue to fit, so it didnt bit itself. It was on all fours and wasnt clumsy, not at all actually, it was inhumanly agile and I wouldnt make this mistake again.
"I dont have time for you!" screaming at the creature in the door. I swung my shotgun around toward the monster, but at about that time it jumped out of the doorway into the shadows.
"What the fuck?", it just disappeared, puzzelment filled my brain for a moment but was gone as quickly as it came due mainly to the fact that the creature had literally latched onto the ceiling and was now lunging from that in my direction.
I couldnt see him, not very well atleast, with the bright light coming through the door I couldnt focus on the dark. Luckily he made a lot of noise, so I rolled right.
Not fast enough. The creatures claw went between my body and arm and we locked into what could be considered a fucked up line dance of death ending in a shotgun barrel directly between his fangs.
"Scratch that one, he counts for 3, that should leave me at... oh hell" These words still... I cant forget them, 3 more of those things were just striding over the building in front of me as I walked out the door. "Well I dont have to meet these ones in the dark."
Snow shrugged on the goggles, putting them just above his eyebrows, flush with the bottom of his helmet as he looked around, shifting his body to get comfy in the armor he had worn for years.
Jack: Ugh... Snow, this armor is way to fucking tight. How does Command expect us to wear these things??? Seriously.
Mike: Yeah, seriously sarge.. these things aren't fitted what so ever..
Snow looked over his squad as they voiced similar complaints, and held up a fist. They shut up instantly, and he mimed a tear trailing down the facecloth, over his cheek. Then he shrugged, and went over to mike to help secure the too-small, strange chest piece over his large body. Command had issued them all armor... but they had taken perfect, exact measurements of each squad member... That didn't fit anything that Command did. They might fuck up their orders, but they made damned sure that the squad was outfitted properly...
Snow sighed, and looked over the rest of the pile, sorting out food and the health water that tasted like metal and vegetables, the ammunition and medical kits, the extra clothing and black and gray straps, the hooks and metal clip-ons, a tent, how the FUCK did he grab a tent? Seriously? He laughed. There was even the helmet that he had ripped off his comrade.. one of the stra-
boom
boom boom
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...Snow sighed and started moving quickly. First things were first, the elbow pads and the knee pads... he quickly turned to the pile of the strange armor, covered in black and gray camoflauge patterns.. he found the pieces and slipped them on over his blouse, which he tucked in as he looked at the chest and waist pieces. Someone out there was alive...
It took me approximately one and a half seconds to raise my shotgun, aim and fire, and yet the first one of these, fast monsters, still had enough time to finishing crossing the roof, and lung across the street at me.
It had dove off the roof claws first aimed directly at my head, once the shotgun blast hit it, it went limp and its claws fell to the side barely missing my shoulder. The sheer momentum of the creature though, was enough to knock me to the ground and slide me approximately 8 feet back. Luckily enough for me it did, because the other two were already bearing down on my previous position.
Without hesitation I hoped to my feet and before I could even raise my shotgun to the next one, it was on me. Now with nothing but my shotgun between us, which I had lodged sideways between its fangs which were within odor distance of me. We played reverse tug of war.
Noticing the other had gotten up and was bearing down on us, I used the shotgun as leverage to throw the first one to the side, and I met the next one with my pistol in hand.
Three rounds to the head and it was down. I turned back around to the last creature who was once again on me, still with my shotgun lodged in its mouth, a swift, kick at the butt stock of the weapon, and the creatures bottom jaw ripped off its face. Writhing in pain the creature rolled for a moment, then with a newfound sense of anger it turned back to me where it was meet with a round of buckshot from the shotgun that still had its bottom jaw hanging onto it.
"Where did I learn to do this shit?"
It was the first and last thing on my mind at the time. The only thing, actually, the rest was just instict. I continued for about a block of moving ducking, diving, and killing with lighting fast reactions and spot on accuracy, not to mention these close quarters hand to hand attacks I was using. What had the army done to me, actually better yet, what the hell had I been doing to turn into this... ballorina of death.
There was actually one point in the engagment I saw a grenade on the ground, and before I even thought about it, I had combat rolled over it pulled the pin and launched it directly at a slow movers head, knocking it on its ass right before it was turned into smoke and mist.
This was all the way up until I heard it coming, the footsteps of something huge, and far more powerful then these scrawney ones I had been fighting and had defeated.
I went ahead and reloaded my shotgun and pistol. "last mags... shit" I then took a stance in the middle of the street as if I was a gun slinger about to dual, while I waited on what ever it was to crest the rubbled building that lay across the street in front of me.
Ugh... typical of my life. Fuck it all..
But not on The Construct.
As the footsteps drew closer my mind changed them into a deeper, faster sound. It was a heartbeat, no it was my own heartbeat. I had drifted back into my vision from before, but this time it came with a wealth of information, to much to process at the time Ide have to wait until later, but for now, I let the vision continue.
My hand slung the drop pod door open with an almost angry tone, as I slid into the droppod itself. Then as quickly as I had opened the door I closed it.
The plane jerked violently.
I punched the eject key, nothing.
I glanced out the port hole of the drop pod to see Snake, one of my squad members, running by in front of the window I had been at. The creature that had been approaching the window bursted through the window, and attacked Snake.
Snakes head hit the port hole, decapitated from the rest of himself, and then the creature rose up staring at me.
I punched the eject key as hard as possible breaking the manual control box. The drop pod released and began its decent.
Less than 2 seconds later I heard an explosion nearby, and then the drop pod itself rocked and lost control of itself. Glancing at the manual control box, which I had broke. I realised that the computer couldnt pull me out of this, and now, neither could I. I grabbed the straps on the seat and tried to harness myself into them. This was gonna hurt.
About that time I got pulled out of my vision to the sight of 2 slightly larger than the rest of the creatures I had fought, coming over the rubble. Then as if coordinated they both threw what looked to be balls of fire at me. Easy enough to dodge, I merly stepped to the right a few paces and they landed harmlessly into a pile of rocks.
About that time the creature that I was awating started to rise over the rubble. He was massive. As he crested the hill the smaller creature on the right saw the huge one coming and ran off into a building, the one on the left... was in the way. The large one which was now ontop of the rubble, with what looked like a vengeful anger, grabbed the smaller creature, and launched him into the building the other had run into.
He then crouched in an almost line backer stance with his arms streatched out like wings, and let out a roar. It was loud, no, thunderous. It actually created a wind and with it came the smell of death.
As the creature finished with his roar, muscles clearly visible and rippeling in anger. His hands seemed to have caught fire.
It was at this time, the heartbeat from the vision returned, and the words "its a lord" rolled out of my mouth. I kinda had an idea what that meant, and what it meant, was run, because it was also at this moment. I knew my shot gun wouldnt do anything to this "lord."
I turned, hard, 180 degrees and before i could even regain composure was sprinting down the road.
Two bolts of what seemed to be super heated plasem hurled by my head and shattered a piece of vehicle debris to my right about 10 feet away. The shear heat of the bolts caused my face to get a mild scolding effect at 10 foot away.
I ran harder, bolting over obstacles I didnt know I could.
Over my own panting and heart beat, I heard it. The monsters footsteps, now no longer footsteps but an all out rush after me, and it was gaining ground hard.
Hoping that a radical direction change would slow him down I decided to turn down a nearby street. So I cut a corner through a nearby building which was on the curve weaving between some pillars hoping it would make him swing wide, and continued to "haul ass."
I heard a crash and glanced over my shoulder to see the lord following my same path, but crashing through the pillars I dodged. Leaving the building crumbling down behind him, and he then continued to gain ground.
Time to do something drastic. I ducked left through an open door in a building on the side of the street.
I knew he would just pile drive through the wall like he did the pillars, but inside a building, there were alot more walls and places to hide than a single pillar. Honestly, I just hoped there was a way out the other side.
The lord crashed through the wall, without any show of slowing he came through wall after wall, and across room after room behind me. For each door I kicked in, he crashed through a wall in just a split second less time.
He was right behind me, nearly within reach.
Stairs! I darted up them. He crashed through the steps below me falling behind.
I was headed down a hall now, with a broken out window at the end of it. So I continued sprinting down the hall toward the window. I was going to dive roll out of it and haul ass into the city.
Reaching the window I dove through it but in mid air I was hit from the side by what felt like a brick wall.
I was now laying on the ground with the monster calmly walking towards me. Unable to stand I knew this was it. I did the only thing I could do in my last few moments. I raised my shotgun with the last bit of strength I had and aimed it at his chest as he raised his foot to crush me. I pulled the trigger and the shotgun fired.
The monsters chest exploded.
Dazed and confused I passed out. I would find out what had happened to the monster when I returned to concisness.
Oh wait, that's TWM.
I have DN3D. :wave: