Post by Ajax on Mar 4, 2015 1:35:31 GMT
It was a dark and stormy night, my two comrades and I were the last survivors of our squad; our mission lay uncompleted before us. Down to the last magazine of our sidearms, things seemed bleak but we knew we had no choice but to complete our task. On the opposite side of the compound lay the package, what it was no one would say; maybe it was a cure to this infernal disease or maybe it was the last Twinkie on earth, who could say. I knew, however, that speculation would get us nowhere.
The task seemed easy enough, just retrieve the package and return to the evac zone. What we were soon to find out, though, would make it anything but easy. In between us and our objective lay a horde of the walkers. The situation seemed hopeless, but that was when one of my brave comrades volunteered to draw the undead off with a diversion. "That's suicide," we told him; but he was insistent. We watched him go as he ran off into the night, never to be seen again. We waited, hunkered down in the dirt, for his diversion. Until we heard gunfire in the distance; "now's our chance," I whispered. We bolted off into the dark; about 30 feet, then dove to the ground. We halted as we heard the gunfire stop, we knew our friend was gone, but there was nothing we could have done.
Progress was slow, as we crawled headfirst into blackness. Pausing only for breaths. The ground was wet and cold, but we barely noticed. We continued on, only to stop when we saw some walkers moving in front of us. Heart beating we stayed as still as possible, not even daring to breathe. We waited for what seemed like an eternity, but eventually the walkers wandered off. Progress became even slower, as we feared we would be spotted. But eventually we made it to within 50 feet of the objective. My comrade motioned for me to move up, and as I crawled to him I looked up and saw one right in front of us. He couldn't have been more than 10 feet away, but my partner didn't seem to notice him. I whisper in a raspy voice "he's right there" and quietly gesture to my front. My squadmate looked to his direct front and froze. The undead was getting closer. I see him raise his pistol, hesitate for just a second, and then fire. He shot it dead with one shot; but our cover was blown. The gunfire was sure to draw more attention to us. So we got up and bolted to the objective; we find it but as we turn to leave one more walker came barreling out of the weeds. I gave the package to my comrade and yelled "GO," he didn't hesitate as he ran off towards the evac. I turned to face the enemy determined to buy my squadmate time. I sighted my target, held my breathe, and squeezed the trigger; but nothing happened. MISFIRE, I turned to run; but it was too late. He was upon me. As I lay there bleeding out, I could hear gunfire in the distance. I thought that maybe there would be some hope, but that hope was destroyed when the gunfire suddenly stopped. I knew that could be only one thing. Our mission had failed.
(TRUE STORY)
The task seemed easy enough, just retrieve the package and return to the evac zone. What we were soon to find out, though, would make it anything but easy. In between us and our objective lay a horde of the walkers. The situation seemed hopeless, but that was when one of my brave comrades volunteered to draw the undead off with a diversion. "That's suicide," we told him; but he was insistent. We watched him go as he ran off into the night, never to be seen again. We waited, hunkered down in the dirt, for his diversion. Until we heard gunfire in the distance; "now's our chance," I whispered. We bolted off into the dark; about 30 feet, then dove to the ground. We halted as we heard the gunfire stop, we knew our friend was gone, but there was nothing we could have done.
Progress was slow, as we crawled headfirst into blackness. Pausing only for breaths. The ground was wet and cold, but we barely noticed. We continued on, only to stop when we saw some walkers moving in front of us. Heart beating we stayed as still as possible, not even daring to breathe. We waited for what seemed like an eternity, but eventually the walkers wandered off. Progress became even slower, as we feared we would be spotted. But eventually we made it to within 50 feet of the objective. My comrade motioned for me to move up, and as I crawled to him I looked up and saw one right in front of us. He couldn't have been more than 10 feet away, but my partner didn't seem to notice him. I whisper in a raspy voice "he's right there" and quietly gesture to my front. My squadmate looked to his direct front and froze. The undead was getting closer. I see him raise his pistol, hesitate for just a second, and then fire. He shot it dead with one shot; but our cover was blown. The gunfire was sure to draw more attention to us. So we got up and bolted to the objective; we find it but as we turn to leave one more walker came barreling out of the weeds. I gave the package to my comrade and yelled "GO," he didn't hesitate as he ran off towards the evac. I turned to face the enemy determined to buy my squadmate time. I sighted my target, held my breathe, and squeezed the trigger; but nothing happened. MISFIRE, I turned to run; but it was too late. He was upon me. As I lay there bleeding out, I could hear gunfire in the distance. I thought that maybe there would be some hope, but that hope was destroyed when the gunfire suddenly stopped. I knew that could be only one thing. Our mission had failed.
(TRUE STORY)
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