The Hunted
cshank4
Join Date: 2003-02-11 Member: 13425Members
Join Date: 2003-02-11 Member: 13425Members
<div class="IPBDescription">Meh I was bored in Desktop Publishing.</div> He lay there among a pile of crates, his light machine gun still hot from the battle, blood seeped from the wound in his side. 'Damn, they got me good....command...I...need...med...' He spoke, almost instantly a bright flash appeared over him, he felt the millions of nano-bots crawl over is wound and start sewing artificial skin over his wound and repair the nervs and blood vessels. He sighed and tryed to sleep.
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He awoke, he felt much better now. He stood and turned around in a slow circle observing the battlefield in the dim light of the emergancy beacons. What he saw almost made him wretch, corpses of his team mates lay strewn about like bloody ragdolls, half eaten, half melted... their faces all twisted in eternal screams of agony. He went over and pryed the shotgun from a dismembered arm. 'Dead men need no weapons...' he whispered into his mic. 'HARRISON! *clack clack BOOM* We have to pull....Get to......es-...pod! Oh my god, its an onos! AHHH *bang bang bang*' the voice over the speakers cut out.
He ran out of the cargo hold as he heard some chuckles come from the grating below him.
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He stood about 40 yards from the main airlock entrance, but he couldnt will his legs to move, he was so tired, all he wanted to do was to sleep... 'NO!' He shook his head violently, he pulled out a picture of his wife and daughter and sighed 'I will live to go back to them!'
He picked up his helmet and moved torwards the airlock, he slapped the wall console and the doors opened with a loudn hiss, he smiled and went to go in, all of a sudden he felt something penetrate his back.... He looked down to see a bone white claw growing from the left side of his chest. He smiled as warmth overtook him... 'You kahraa ****.' He turned his shotgun around and blew the fade's muzzle off. He slid off the claw, and watched the photo float in front of his face. 'Guess...daddies....not gonna be home for thanksgiving....'
With that he died...just another nameless soldier.
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He awoke, he felt much better now. He stood and turned around in a slow circle observing the battlefield in the dim light of the emergancy beacons. What he saw almost made him wretch, corpses of his team mates lay strewn about like bloody ragdolls, half eaten, half melted... their faces all twisted in eternal screams of agony. He went over and pryed the shotgun from a dismembered arm. 'Dead men need no weapons...' he whispered into his mic. 'HARRISON! *clack clack BOOM* We have to pull....Get to......es-...pod! Oh my god, its an onos! AHHH *bang bang bang*' the voice over the speakers cut out.
He ran out of the cargo hold as he heard some chuckles come from the grating below him.
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He stood about 40 yards from the main airlock entrance, but he couldnt will his legs to move, he was so tired, all he wanted to do was to sleep... 'NO!' He shook his head violently, he pulled out a picture of his wife and daughter and sighed 'I will live to go back to them!'
He picked up his helmet and moved torwards the airlock, he slapped the wall console and the doors opened with a loudn hiss, he smiled and went to go in, all of a sudden he felt something penetrate his back.... He looked down to see a bone white claw growing from the left side of his chest. He smiled as warmth overtook him... 'You kahraa ****.' He turned his shotgun around and blew the fade's muzzle off. He slid off the claw, and watched the photo float in front of his face. 'Guess...daddies....not gonna be home for thanksgiving....'
With that he died...just another nameless soldier.
Comments
but thats war <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
at least you were productive at school!