User:SheWhoKnows/RP

Overview
The world is invaded by the horrible factions and races of the Halo Fanon universe. Many HF users band togetherm using the weapons they created to fight the managerie of evil aliens. Will you survive ? Or will you be overwhelmed by the very evil, we created...

Participants

 * SheWhoKnows
 * SPARTAN-118
 * SPARTAN-08BLAM
 * Gruntijackal
 * EliteMaster117
 * CarpeJugulum
 * Baracuss
 * Another Poetic Spartan (soon anyways maybe saturday)
 * Blade bane
 * DREADHEAD613

Rules
No using godmodded or unrealisitic articles, and make it real. You cant actually know how to fly a Banshee just because this is a story. Use your real life strengths and weaknesses to make this interesting.

Day 1
Evelyn Staleko held her Yanme'e Auto Rifle close, breathing in her desert surroundings. It seemed the awful Brute enemy only wanted to capture Earth, not glass it, although many cities had met such a fate. She turned to Jesse, and patted him on the back. They would have to depend on each other if they planned to make it north, where food and water was still plentiful.

Jesse smiled wearily at Evelyn, the long day of marching had its toll. He and his fellow Acacian Commando's were prepared to fight for this colony, even if it meant their lives. Jesse slid back on his helmet and would have been anonymous except for the red patch on his shoulder. He readjusted his Acacian Assault Rifle, he was using the carbine variant, his favorite weapon, and continued down the grassy hill.

Evelyn strode along silently, with her Yanme'e Plasma SMG rattling at her side. She placed her Auto Rifle on her magnetic holster, and pulled an apple from her pack. It reminded her of the groups lack of food, and how much if a dire situation it would be to trek north. But they had better chances there, less enemies, more food and shelter. Sounded good to her.

Liam crawled out of his burning house in Las Vegas. He pulled himself to his feet and looked around. He saw no one around. He started walking down the street until he noticed...a meteor screaming downwards.

He yanked out his Kimber 1911 .45 Tactical and ran for cover. The meteor kept falling...until a 'chute popped out, slowing the descent of the pod (it was clearly a pod of some sort). The pod released the 'chute and fell again at a massive speed. Then the Pod engaged thrusters, slowing it down further.

The pod hit directly in front of Liam., blowing him back and large chunks of asphalt everywhere. The pod's door popped open and a ODST fell out, wounded. Liam got up, rushed to the ODST, grabbed weapons and dragged them all to a abandoned Neighbors house.

The long trek took several hours, until Evelyn and Jesse had made it to a safehouse. Inside were other former HFers, such as Gruntijacakal. Evelyn acknoledged them.

Gruntijackal stepped out of the machine which had crashed onto Planet Earth. Fortunatly, he wasn't injured from the supposed accident. He crawled across the lowly grass and picked up a small, gas tank and attached it to his armour. The Tank was light, unlike most weapons (weighing about 7 KG). He seen a tube leading to a Gun was also in the grass. He knelt down and picked up the Wire- which was a Plum Purple colour (or color as some may spell it). Connecting the wire, he realised he was carrying a dead Grunt's M2 Covenant Flamethrower. He Walked down the hill and descovered a marine on the ground who had been injured by the Machine. Gruntijackal attempted to lift the Marine up, but to no affect. The Marine clinged to his Flamethrower and pushed himself while Gruntijackal pulled the Marine. Eventually, they stood up straight but he had broken his Arm, "Thanks, I owe you one!"

//Into the Fire// //And Back to Humanity//  The Prophet The Legend  The Story  The Game

Miles away, in the ruins of downtown Austin, Texas, EliteMaster117 trudged forward. Sweat dripped off of the head, beading in the sun. Smoke pounded at EliteMaster's lungs, forcing him to take off his black and brown leather jacket. He heard a noise, something in front of him. EliteMaster ran to hide behind a crushed Mustang, when it hit. The Rocket knowcked him upside the head, pummeling his cover, the car, into pieces. It was... A Traician. EliteMaster quickly regained his balance, and ran in the other direction, three more Traicians rushed in front of him. He looked to his left, a park, and then to his right, a building. He chose the building, he ran forward, and locked the glass doors behind him, the Traicians busted through with ease. he rushed up the stairs until he was at the seventh floor. He looked off the edge of the broken down rubble. An awning. Without hesitation, EliteMaster jumped out of the building and onto the awning, bouncing once, twice, then falling to the ground below. He quickly grabbed his Streetbike, and darted off into the distance.

Gruntijackal entered the building, he finally seen a sign of Human life, Evelyn. He had forgot he had a CIS communication box in his pocket. The CIS wern't evil, they were just overprotective of the Sang 'helli race and have a dislike of the Seperatists (mainly because of the *cough* assassinations). Nether-the-less, Gruntijackal was glad to see Eveyln, glad to see anybody realy. Better than facing off aliens in outer space with a crappy little pistol.

//Into the Fire// //And Back to Humanity//  The Prophet The Legend  The Story  The Game

The Safehouse was quiet. Except for the odd Rat scurrying across the room, all was quiet. Gruntijackal glared at Evelyn and Jesse. His eyes were like daggers which sliced through Evelyn and Jesse. Gruntijackal then realised they were his allies and jogged up to them. But he did wonder, "How long would the safehouse stay safe."

//Into the Fire// //And Back to Humanity//  The Prophet The Legend  <font color="Black">The Story  <font color="Black">The Game

Evelyn cocked her Plasma SMG's grenade launcher and looked at Gruntijackal. He had an evil, betrayl look in his eyes. Eve did not like that.

Gruntijackal glared at Evelyn and Jesse. They were probably the two best people to have as Allies but he could not risk fighting with just a Flamethrower. Gruntijackal sat down on an old, discarded bench- although it was hard with a 1 metre high tank on his back. He descovered a underused Yanme 'e Plasma SMG on the floor. Picking it up, Gruntijackal placed the Flamethrower on the back of his tank (the Tank being magnetic to the Flamethrowers unknown metal). Gruntijackal glared at Evelyn and Jesse and pulled out the CIS transmission box and placed it on a table, "The CIS aren't evil. But they are a little insane. Their leader isn't." Gruntijackal stared at the door, Evelyn and Jesse knew what was coming, Gruntijackal ran for the door and opened it. And he left the house and ran. He didn't care wether Evelyn or Jesse followed him or not. He had to keep in touch so he stole another CIS transmission box and used it as a sort of Walky Talky. Gruntijackal disappeared into the distance, he was gone. Gone into the unknown beyond...

Gruntijackal had ran, but his ability to withstand freezing cold conditions would not last the rest of the journey, he had to find a way to return. Suddenly, a Warthog which was retreating from enemy fire was coming Gruntijackal's way. "Ready...ready... go!" as the Warthog passed Gruntijackal, he lept onto the wheel and clinged on to something underneath the Warthog. He could make out the Safehouse if he saw it. Eventually, the Warthog passed it and Gruntijackals let go of what he held. He rolled across the floor to the front door. Opening the door, he noticed the looks on Evelyn's face. She didn't trust him. Gruntijackal coughed. As Evelyn approached him, she took the Plasma SMG off him. Gruntijackal sat down, it was too cold outside at that moment. If he were to leave the building, it would have to be as a team.

Gruntijackal was in a crossroad, leaving would result in a highly possible death but staying and he would have to anwser the question of Why he had the Transmission box of the CIS in his pocket. Evelyn looked at him, a look of confusion and evil on his face. Gruntijackal decided not to go outside, he would have to explain to Evelyn and Jesse and possibly EliteMaster117 if he were their, why he had the box. Why he had contacted the CIS and why he had been allies with them. The Guilt rose in Gruntijackal like a Spider chasing a fly. As Gruntijackal went over to Evelyn and Jesse, he was stopped by a loud noise. Suddenly, loud bangs were getting louder than ever, the aliens were closing in.. fast.

<font color="Black">//Into the Fire// <font color="Black">//And Back to Humanity//  <font color="Black">The Prophet <font color="Black">The Legend  <font color="Black">The Story  <font color="Black">The Game

CarpeJugulum ran down the alley, the weight of his SRS13B bouncing against his back. He risked a glimpse behind himself and saw that the infectees were closing in. Whipping his M19C out of its holster, he sprayed indiscriminately behind himself. A shriek told himn he had hit at least one, and he grinned- but not for long.

One of the freaks had climbed up the building next to him, and with a primal cry of rage it leapt on top of him, knocking him to the ground. It held a knife, which it slashed at him with. Carpe held it back, but the thing was far stronger- he knew he couldn't stop it for long.

Nick, or EliteMaster117, as he was called, rode. His engine roared, and then he saw something. A man, gray skinned, hunched over, a dazed look. Then Nick felt a crash. He toppled over, his motorcycle fell to the ground. Nick looked up. A Darfur Infected. Nick brought up his pocket knife, and looked at the zombie. It charged at him, a chunk of skin falling off. Nick opened his backpack up, and brought out bug repellent, and Gasoline. He crossed them to where their spray's would meet, and blew them both. An instant flamethrower inginted. The red flame engulfed the zombified human. The human started to stumble, engulfed, but still running. Nick picked up his motorcycle, and got on. Nick revved up the engine, and darted back towards the Traician invaded city. Nick thought, "Better Traicians, than zombies."

Carpe punched the zombie, knocking it over, then drew the M19C and fired a three round burst into it. The infectee shrieked and convulsed.

Standing, Carpe turned the corner and saw another guy revving up his motorcycle. Who is this guy? he wondered. But whoever he was, he had to be better than the zombies. "Hey!" he shouted.

Elsewhere, a young man known as Baracuss stumbled through an allyway trying to escape from a large group of Covenant Brutes, Jackals, and Grunts. On his back was his favorite weapon, a Katana sword, and in his hand he held a Plasma Assault Rifle that he confescated from a dead Brute earlier that day. He held his shoulder, putting preasure on a wound he recived from a Brute's spike rifle, so as not to bleed to death. The Covenant were gaining on him; he could feel hot plasma on his back. He turned another corner and jumped onto a ladder. Climbing it using only one arm was difficult, and carrying his heavy weapon only made things worse. He made it to the top of the small building, and lept over the ledge just before the group of Covenant rounded the corner. The Covenant force continued on, thinking that he had kept running, and Baracuss ripped off a piece of his shirt and bandaged his wound, "Damn it...!" he hissed as his sweaty shirt meet the open flesh. Even with pressure on it, he was losing blood, and consciousness, fast! He closed his eyes, and wished that this was all a bad dream...

The man in the motorcycle stopped, armed his M1 Garand, and pointed it at Carpe. "Who are you!?" The man asked, "My name is Nick, but a lot of people know me as EliteMaster117. Come with me if you want to live, there is another motorcycle in my old house, just down the alley." Nick lowered his M1, and put it on his back. He looked at Carpe, then to the motorcycle, and motioned to him.

Liam woke up on the floor, in serious pain. He was confused and had no idea where he was, what he was doing, and why he was lying there. He saw the ceiling. It wasen't his house. He rolled over and groaned. He was in a empty room. He wondered why he hurt so bad. He pulled himself up, eduring the agony in silence...only just. Liam reached for his Kimber .45 pistol...only to find nothing. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his Blackberry. Useless. Well, he could text friends...ohwait. He accessed his message folder, and found an Text message from the 'Department of Defence'. He skimmed it. More or less, it said that the world had come under attack and that the population was to report to shelters prepared for such sernarios, built 50 years ago. He walked out of the room he woke up in and went out into the lounge/kitchen. He found a ODST spawled out on the floor, sleeping. He relieved the ODST of his Kimber 1911. Liam also took the M7 off the ODST too. He sat down and waited for the ODST to wake up. He couldn't make it out of the city alive without the ODSTs help. He heard explosions in the distance. He grinned. What the aliens were about to learn was that what happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas.

Day 1:Night Time
Evelyn settled into the warehouses bunk, trying to cool off despite the overbearing heat. It just kept getting hotter. Then she heard it. A brute vessel was glassing the area, and the beam was converging on the warehouse. With no time to wake Jesse, she grabbed her gear and ran for the Warthog, gunning it at 120 miles an hour. The massive plasma beam incinerated the building like an industrial laser to butter. Evelyn felt the heat on her back, it was getting closer. She pressed as hard as possible on the pedal, hoping the increpit vehicle would move faster. She didnt watch ahead. She blasted up a rock slate, flying across a canyon in an insanely extreme jump, and she wasnt going to make it. Evelny tore her way out of her seat belt, crawled slowly onto the hood, and leaped forward. Then everything went black for her.

As the sun set, Baracuss awoke. His vission was blurred, his arm hung limp at his side, and he heard a rumbling sound in his ears, "Wait a minute... that's a vehicle!" he said realizing the sound's origions. A sound of gunshots rang out in the alley beneath him, and he crawled to the building's ledge. Below him, the Covenant forces that had chased him were fireing upon two other humans. Baracuss hefted his Rifle with his single arm and cut down a few Grunts and a Jackal, with a flurry of concentrated shots.

Ethan hid in the corner of his attic, breathing in and out slowly. Knees tucked into a fetal position, he held a Butcher's knife close to his chest. A can of aerosol with a matchbox lay to his side, in case he was found. He could hear the clomping sounds of invaders downstairs, and he was gripping the knife so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn white. The air around him was dusty, and with a feeling of encasing dread he realized he was about to sneeze. "Ha-Ha-Ha-CHOOO!!!" He sneezed incredibly loud, and when he covered his nose again, he realized all sounds downstairs had stopped. A creaking sound came from the darkness, and he recognized the sound as a door opening. He could sense the brutes staring at him, even though he could not see them. He grabbed the matchbox, and lit a match. He tossed it carelessly in front of him, and began to stand. The dim light being shone by the match illuminated the ground, and he could see a rough, leathery foot with two toes on it. The brute activated it's own light source, and instantly Ethan could see seven brutes standing around him, in a circle. The brute with a light source was a captain, four majors stood next to it, and the two behind him were minors. Wasting no time, Ethan stabbed the aerosol can with the knife, splitting it apart. A gaseous liquid seeped onto the floor, and a minor ran towards him. It punched Ethan in the face, and he felt blood spray upwards. Collapsing backwards, he reached a hand towards the dropped matchbox only to have the captain stomp on his hand. With a large CRUNCH Ethan felt his hand break. He screamed in agony, and one of the majors stepped back for a second. Wasting no time, he immediately sprung foreword and grabbed a match. Looking the captain straight in the eye, he lit the match on his arm. A major punched him in the face, and Ethan could feel himself lurching towards the window. In his last moment of having a clear head, he dropped the match. Ethan fell out the window, and a second later the match hit the ground. Using the skills of parkour which he had been learning previously, he rolled backwards as he hit the ground and absorbed the impact. Looking up at the window, he saw only smoke bellowing from the entrance. Nothing could have survived that. Crawling forewords without putting tension on his hand, he found a large bin. He crawled in backwards, and then closed the lid after him. Once again he was in darkness, and it was in the darkness the Ethan passed out.

Justin (Another Poetic Spartan) awoke to the sound of gunshots in his room in California. He quickly got up and looked around. He listened more intently and he heard a noise that he reconigzed. Plasma. Justin thanked God his parents went to visit relations while he decided to stay at home or they would have been killed. He quietly went to his father's room and started to look around. Eventually, he opened a drawer and took out a key. He smiled and he went to the closet. He took out a heavy case and opened it with the key. Inside was a Caliber .45 Model Colt Commander 1991 with 2 full clips and a box of 50 rounds. He picked them up and brought them to his room. He drooped the stuff onto his bed and looked at what he got. He had 2 combat knives, a Colt and 2 Tennis Rackets. "Not much, but it has to do," He thought as he packed his things along with his notebook. He opened the gareage and reved his dirt bike. With his pack and bike, he drove into the night. Into the world of destruction and chaos. Into the unknown.

He was riding as fast as he could to a place where he could get better weapons. He just hoped that it was still there. "They caught us off guard. Damn!" He whispered, as the cool summer breeze swept past his messy black hair. Suddenly, Justin ran into a patrolling Saulosian. The Saulosian was knocked over while Justin was flipped over by the impact, scraping his right arm and tearing his shirt. Justin slowly got up and fluffed himself of the dust. He started at his bleeding arm and said, "Shit. I have to pay more attention!! Now my bike is ruined." He turned his head to the Saulosian and he took out his Colt. He loaded it and directly aimed it at its head. He fired 2 quick shots and the blood spattered on his face. He wiped it off, blank faced. He pocketed the Alien's weapon, picked up his stuff, cupped his bleeding arm, and walked. After a dozen steps or so, he dropped his stuff and threw up. His face was pale and his arm was trembling. "I've never killed someone before. I'm not that type of person.". He leaned on an alley wall and poured water over his arm. He wiped alchol on it and it stung. With tears in his eyes, he bandaged it. His vision blurred and he slumped over his pack.

The gusts of wind blew Carpe's long hair into his face as he rode alongside his new ally Nick. "I'm not sure if I introduced myself," he shouted over the roaring wind. "The name's Tim, but folks call me Carpe." He paused, then asked, "Where we headed? You got anywhere specific in mind?"

Something in the shadows caught his eye, and he twisted himself around in the seat to have a look. A strange alien aimed a rifle at the riders. "Watch out," he cried, braking to throw the creature's aim off.

Eve awoke on the Colorado River. He little stunt had luckily saved her life, but now she had a brokenleg, and possibly some broken ribs. She hoisted herself up with a broken tree branch, and looked around. She had just fell from the top of the Grand Canyon."Holy crap&#160;!" she yelled, only to receive the sharp report of a rifle. Eve dove behind a rock, and aimed her Auto Rifle towards the gunman. "Damn Jackals&#160;!" she said, countersniping the creature. She lay behind the rock, and promptly fell asleep again.

Gruntijackal awoke, he was lying on his back in the blanket of snow of Canada. Gruntijackal wondered why he was there. He had noticed his M2 Covenant Flamethower. He had also broken his right hand, "Thank god I'm Left-Handed," Gruntijackal said before kneeling up. He looked to his right, and a crashed Phantom lay there, on fire. This would easily provide warmth. Three Grunts lay dead next to the Phantom, Gruntijackal Retrieved his M2 Covenant Flamethrower, but could only hold it with one hand. He also picked up a fallen Elite's Plasma Rifle. Gruntijackal walked forward towards the burning remains of the Phantom. He sat down, the Flamethrower tank resting on his back. Gruntijackal sat alone, nobody was there, nobody was listening to him mumbling to himself while in deep thought. Then, all of a sudden, an Infection Form approached him, Gruntijackal pulled out the Flamethrower, but struggled to use it. It burned everywhere, it quickly spread across the trees and bushes. The Infection forms exploded from the damage. Gruntijackal looked out into the open, one hole inbetween the burning flame and ember. Gruntijackal dashed, retrieving a Covenant Medical Kit on the way and escaped the blazing fire. Gruntijackal jumped into the middle of nowhere and landed on his back, the Tank thumped his head, "Son of a..." Gruntijackal shouted in pain. The Fire was still in sight, it was now chipping away at the bark of the Trees. Gruntijackal then succumbed to his head thump and fell into deep sleep.

Justin awoke and found himself slumped over his pack in an alley. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes as he got up. When his eyes cleared, he looked around and few feet away he saw a dead Saulosian. Then he remembered what had happened and Justin felt sick to his stomach. He stomached the feeling, shook his head and ran down the street. He knew that the place he wanted to go was close. He suddenly stopped when he heard several loud sniffs and growls. He took cover behind a dumpster and readied his Colt. He peaked a gaze and saw 2 Saulosians walking by, with their Filk Pistols. One of them looked at the other and said, "I smell Humans, do you?" "Of course you fool! This place is full of these vermin, just keep looking. Remember, we're on search and destroy," The other said with a sneer. When it seemed that they were gone, Justin got up and stepped forward, but he accidently pushed the dumpster, causing it to hit several trash cans. They each fell, making a loud clang. Justin gritted his teeth, hoping that the 2 aliens hadn'yt heard. He heard footsteps and Justin made a mad run to the place he knew. "It's so close. I just have to get in," He thought. Justin turned his head and saw the Saulosians right behind. The creatures mouths were wide open as in a grin and they brought up their weapons. Justin saw one of the windows were broken and when he was close enough, he jumped through, feeling the window glass cutting his abdomen and narrowly missing the scattershots from the pistol. He barreled-rolled inside to lessen the impact and got up. He was in. The place: Evan's Guns.

Once Baracuss engaged against the loyalists below, the other two humans took off on their bike, "Damn it..." the thought to himself, "They must have thought I was a Separatist...". He relaxed a little as the last Grunt fell, and climbed down from the building. His arm was a sickly-pale color from the loss of Blood, and hung limp. However, he had heard of a military controled outpost nearby and he hoped to get to it, and get medical attention, as soon as possible.

Carpe looked at the fuel gauge on the cycle and swore under his breath. He had about a mile's left of gas- he was running on fumes as is.

Nick had peeled out after Carpe had slammed on the barkes in their encounter with the aliens. Carpe didn't blame him. Splitting up would probably only help.

Less than a minute later, Carpe's borrowed bike breathed its last. Grumbling, he swung the SRS13 to his shoulder and looked through the scope. Flipping on the night-vision, he was able to see a river off in the distance, and there appeared to be some movement in there. Scoping in to the rifle's 10x, he spotted a pair of Jackals skulking through the rocks. They were obviously looking for something. "Not for long," Carpe muttered under his breath, and pulled the trigger three times. Both Jackals went down with 12.7mm holes ventilating their skulls.

Carpe slung the rifle again and, sighing, began walking to the river.

Gruntijackal awoke again, in the same place as before. He looked up at the sky, it was more cloudy than before. He had wondered how long he had been asleep. He looked to his left, and he saw a live Grunt, trying to keep warm. Gruntijackal pulled out his Flamethrower, carefully to avoid the growing pain in his right hand. He aimed carefully at the Grunt. The grunt- who had just noticed Gruntijackal- suddenly gasped and spoke to him, "Don't shoot!"

"Why? Why shouldn't I?" Gruntijackal replied.

"Because I am Elite friendly guy," the Grunt struggled to say.

"Ok then, you can come," Gruntijackal said quietly.

"Oh thank you, thank you!" the Grunt cheered.

The Grunt picked up a needler and a Plasma Pistol. He got closer to Gruntijackal and took the Covenant Medical Kit off him. Gruntijackal was appauled at this behaviour, until he realised what the Grunt was doing. He was wrapping bandages around Gruntijackal's right hand. Gruntijackal attached the Flamethrower to the Tank. He pulled out a Plasma Rifle. Gruntijackal aimed his Plasma Rifle around him. The Grunt beside him then took a M2 Covenant Flamethrower off the ground and attached it to his back. To Gruntijackal's suprise, there was a teleporter infront of him, it was a firery blue (like on Chill Out and Cold Storage). The Grunt pointed towards it, "Thats why I deactivated the Phantom's engines," he said smiling. Gruntijackal took a step forward, towards the teleporter, "Do you know where it goes?"

"No, but anywhere's better than here," the Grunt said.

"Allright then," Gruntijackal replied.

Gruntijackal took another step forward, the warmth of the Teleporter's fire entered Gruntijackal's body. The other grunt entered the teleporter without fuss. Gruntijackal looked behind him, the flames of the trees still blazing. Holding his breathe, Gruntijackal entered the Teleporter. Suddenly, he was in a canyon, it was desolate. It was quiet, the only noise was from the birds flying around. Gruntijackal looked up at the sky, and descovered he was in the Grand Canyon. Suddenly, a small bush moved. Gruntijackal froze, suddenly, a human jumped out from the bush. Gruntijackal recognized the face anywhere. "Eve?"

"Gruntijackal?"

Evelyn squirmed to stand up, her leg impeding her movement. As she stood finally, a blue flash occured. It caught her by suprise, and then she realized who it was. "Gruntijackal ?!" she yelled, stumbling forward like a drunk hobo. "Where the hell did you come from ?" she said, before falling to her feet.

Carpe walked slowly to the river. Arriving at the edge, he set the sniper rifle down and scooped up a palmful of water. Splashing his face to clean the dust and grime of the motorcycle ride off his face, he leaned over the river and looked at his reflection. He took off his glasses and splashed water on them, then wiped the grime from them. He set them back on his face and blinked. Much better, he thought.

Turning, he saw a figure on the road standing over his bike. "Nick?' he muttered, wondering if his ally had returned. But when he raised the sniper rifle to his eyes, he wasn't sure who, or what, the figure was. Slinging the rifle, he unholstered the M19C and ran for the vehicle.

"Got one." Reds stated

"Already?"Scopes asked.

"It's that one, by the river."Reds said"Dammit he's making a run for it!"

"I got him."Scopes replied

Scopes leveled her rifle, and aimed at the trooper. "Say ah, you UNSC piece of shit." -- DREAD HEAD 613 19:42, 20 July 2009 (UTC)

Justin quickly got behind the counter and went prone. His thoughts were right. The two Saulosians peaked through the window and shoved their Filks through and fired. The scattershots erupted through, splintering the wood and damaging the guns on the windows and cases.

"Fuck," he thought "I doubt that most of them would work now." After the initial barrage, there was a pause. It was time. He readied the pistols and his rackets seeing that it is now or never. He jumped up, aimed and fired. The shots deafened his ears, the ringing filling his head. The bullets hit one in the shoulders and legs. The other was killed, taking most of the bullets he fired in the chest and head. The Saulosian looked at his partner and roared in anger and bellowed, "You won't make it out of this one!!" He brought out a revolver grende and threw it through.

"Oh crap. Here goes tennis practice," Justin readied the racket, and with a fast motion, he swung his Wilson racket full force, landing beside the creature and ducked. The alien roared in surprise before it was torn apart by the revovler. He sighed and walked to them and fired a shot into them just in case. Then he pocketed their weapons and went back to the counter and checked his wound. It stopped bleeding and it didn't seem deep, but still he bandaged it.

''That's three that I killed now. How many more do I need to kill?"'' He thought. Justin inspected the weapons and saw that most or all were destroyed or damaged. Then he remembered hearing a thud when he got to the counter and when he checked more closely one of the boards were loose. Lifting it up and going  down, he found himself in a room full of weapons. He grinned at what they were. It was full of updated AKs, M-16s, Uzis, MP5s, and even a BR, etc.

"Son of a bitch. I knew this place sold these but I didn't know where," He said laughing. Soon after, his body started to weaken. The full force of the achingness made his legs buckle, casuing him to lean on the wall. He layed his head on the wooden wall and closed his eyes.

As the two VIKINGs walked through the rubble of the destroyed city, one of them stopped.

"I can't believe we have to scout out again."complain Rex "The kingdom requires it."Replied the other armored giant known as Sev. "But it's destroyed!" Rex griped on, as they started out again. "Rex?"Sev asked. "Yea what?"Rex replied "Shut the hell up."

They walked on in silence until they came upon what appeared to be a gun store. They walked in, then they saw the bodies. "Salousians"Sev confirmed"Been here awhile too."

A sound somewhere off in the store snapped the VIKINGs into focus. Sev brought up his TI99-D SMG. "Let's see who's home..."-- DREAD HEAD 613 02:49, 21 July 2009 (UTC)

He was in a meadow, by a tree. He was sitting down with a notebook in hand. Birds were chirping and he could feel the soft cool breeze hit his face. He heard a laugh and he turned his head, seeing a young girl twirling around, laughing and her mouth in a smile. She saw him looking and giggled. She ran over to him, her yellow dress flowing in the wind.

"Come on Justin. I thought this was a date." The girl said, pulling his arms.

Justin's cheeks reddened, saying, "Oh fine. You know it took such a long time for me to ask you out. Its so great to be here with you." He got up and hugged the girl. She broke the embrace and laughed, pulling him towards her and making him run with her.

"Why same here. I was always too shy to ask. Now come on and forget. We're here now."

Justin followed her, smiling and laughing, and holding hands with her. But then he heard a scream. He ran to her and saw her, lying on the floor. He looked up and saw the ships. He screamed as they fired their guns, engulfing his body and the girl, vaporizing them.

Justin woke up when he heard a sound ring throughout the store. He looked around the room and took the 2 BRs that were beside him. Justin queitly went up and went behind the counter. He peaked and saw two VIKINGS outside with their guns at the ready.

"Shit. I have VIKINGS on my ass now? I already have the Saulosians on me and now them. Damn. Another fight here we go," He thought. Justin placed the two BRs beside him and taking out the Filk pistols he pocketed.

"Come here and play,"

The two started toward the counter in the corner when a young man jumped out firing two Saulosian Filk Pistols.

He managed to expend the ammo for one of the guns, and stood there breathing heavily while the dust settled. Nothing.Happened.At.All.

The VIKINGS looked, first to the young man, then to each other, then back to the man. Sev noticed part of the outer shell of his armor had melted and his shields were fried for good "Bad move kid."Sev stated.

With a look of shock in his eyes the man started to turn and run,when Rex sprung forward, grabbed his wrist, and turned it sharply to the side, not quite breaking it.Then wrapped his arm around the young man's neck.

"Now listen up!"Rex said"We can do this one of two ways.We can do it the easy way, and you tell us where the nearest ONI base is." He paused,tightened his grip on him and turned to Sev."Or, we can do it Sev's way" Sev brought out a thick combat knife and twirled it in the air.

Rex chuckled then added,"It's you're choice boy!What'll it be?"-- DREAD HEAD 613 04:27, 21 July 2009 (UTC)

Carpe ducked as a bullet whistled over his head. Hitting the ground, he tried to see where the shooter was. "Who are you?" he shouted.

Crawling backwards, he suddenly sprang upright and ran for the river. Another bullet whinged past him, but he was unharmed. Thank God I'm a sprinter, he thought.

He reached the river and dove in. Throwing his sniper rifle away, he submerged and swam for the other side. Coming up out of the water, he gasped and looked back. He still couldn't see the sniper.

Shaking his head and checking the drenched SMG at his side, he began down the road.

Day 2
Baracuss stumbled down the abandoned road, still-running cars all around him, their occupants discarding them when the invasion began. He would have jumped into one of them and drove away from the city, but many of the cars were extreamly low on gas, and besides that, he had no idea what lurked outside the city. He turned the corner and saw the most beutiful thing he had seen in a while, a sign that read: Evan's Guns. "Thank god!" He said, rubbing his "lucky" necklace. Once he reached the shop he heard people talking inside. Near the window were two, dead, reptilian beasts. He entered the building, hoping that there was enough weapons left for him, and that the occupants within knew where the Military base was. But once the two, towering men in armor saw him, he was greeted by the barrel of a weapon pointed right at his face. Baracuss dropped his Plasma Assault Rifle, and, to his best extent, brout his arms over his head, "You got me..." he said.

The river
Reds smacked Scopes' helmet hard. "How the hell could you miss!?"He yelled

"It's not my fault the gun overheated!"She said

Reds put his helmet back on and stormed off. "Oh come on man!"Scopes said,"Don't be like that!"

She grabbed her rifle and jogged to keep up.-- DREAD HEAD 613 14:48, 21 July 2009 (UTC)

"Evan's guns"
"It's your choice boy! What'll it be?"Rex asked But before the young man could answer, Sev cut in:"I've got a contact."

"Another one?"Rex complained

"Don't worry"Sev said, as he walked forward and aimed his SMG at the door.

Another young man walked through with a look of relief on his face, until he saw the barrel of Sev's gun pointing at him.

The new stranger dropped his gun and raise both arms above his head.

"You got me."He said

Two loyalist Hunters cam through, whacking at the rocks. They flung thhem up into the night sky as if they were feathers. And then the whacked Nick. He hadn't brought his M1 Garand along, and only had his Raging Bull. He got knocked into the river, and was roughly flowing downstream until, he was pulled under. He saw a break in the water, which could only mean one thing, a waterfall. Nick struggled to swim to the other side of the river, and when he arrived, he was soaking wet, had lost his Raging Bull, and Carpe was about to get hit by those hunters.

Baracuss felt a sharp pain in his arm, his wound had started to bleed again. He decided to ask these armored giants for help, "I need to find medical attention, fast..." He said lowering his bleeding arm, "Do any of you know where to find a military base?" He said looking around the room. One of the armored figures still held him at gun point. "Damn it..." He thought to himself, "I don't think I'll get any help here..."

"Rex, grab their gear." Sev ordered, "I don't think they'll be problem." Rex did as he was told, and apprehended the guns and other items from the two young men.

"You can put your arms down kid. I'll see if I can get you patched up" -- DREAD HEAD 613 18:39, 21 July 2009 (UTC)

The Troopers (Day 2)
Gruntijackal was staring a Eve, and then looked at his Grunt ally. The Grunt- who had been paying attention to the confersassion of Gruntijackal's escape- was wrapping Eve's injured leg with the bandages. Gruntijackal was first to speak, "And that's about it."

Eve stared in shock. Soon it would be Eve's turn to tell of how she turned up from the Safe house into the Grand Canyon, but she saved that for later. For now, Gruntijackal was more focused on setting up shelter. The Grunt would come in great handy for this, as they are like Slaves to the Covenant. Clouds were hovering over the Canyon now, unusually. Gruntijackal had noticed a small tree colony near a water system. The Grunt had an equipped Covenant Knife with him, and this made it easier to cut down the trees. With the Grunts help, Gruntijackal was able to attach the Poles (once Barks) of the Trees together using flexible plants introduced to the Grand Canyon by Trooper visitors a year previouse. The plant grew at great lengths and wrapped around the poles, tightening them. Gruntijackal looked at the Grunt, "Well thank god for Trooper Wild Life." The floor was made of complete wood and some ground areas. The plants attaching the poles were also very comfortable, and with his free left hand and six days of hard work, Gruntijackal constructed three bed-like constructions. The Plants blanketted themselves around each bed. The Grunt was busy treating Eve's still wounded leg. Gruntijackal sat on the floor, leaning next to the door. The Sun was setting below the Canyon's sight. Gruntijackal watched for another hour until the shadows of the sun disappeared.

The sky was a mixture of pink, orange and red. Eve enetered the building, a layer of bandage sorrounding the leg in which had been injured. Gruntijackal took off his Flamethrower tank and placed it next to the flimsly constructed door. He attached the main gun to the Tank. But he kept his Plasma Rifle close. He watched as the Grunt- who had been worked to death for the past week and a half- get onto the barely standing bed. Gruntijackal looked outside, and all he could see were a few bushes, which were slowly darkening. He turned back, Eve had enetered the almost collapsed bed at the end of the room. He turned back again, and saw a sign. There was also a bush nearby. Gruntijackal pulled out his Flamethrower and burnt the bush next to the sign for light. On the sign, it said, Trooper Camp 1/5 Mile East.

"Sorry Gruntijackal, but I have other plans. Thanks for the help." Eve said, smiling at the grunt and him. Then she opened the door and left. She was too far off course now, and would never be able to make it to Alaska. But Texas was closer. Eve checked her compass and hiked southeast, eventually finding a small shanty house. She heard rumbling inside. Raising her Plasma SMG, she opened the door and was immediately kicked by a Brute Chieftain, and soon its pack surrounded her. She luaghed at them, to their confusion. As she had been kicked, she had grabbed a plasma grenade. She hit the activation button, and everything went white.

Baracuss felt a little unsafe as the Giant took his rifle and Katana away from him, but he was greatful that one of them was going to help patch up his wound properly. He crindged in pain as the giant fished out what was left of the Spiker round, but he could take pain better than normal civilians. The Armored figure then stiched up the wound, and bandaged it.

"There... that should hold it till we get to the ONI Base..." the giant said,

"Yeah thanks..." Baracuss said, looking at his Katana, "My I... have my sword back please? I don't feel safe without it..."

Gruntijackal was wide awake, the Grunt was still sleeping. Gruntijackal's plan was clear, find the Trooper camp, and try and find a way out of America. He decided to rest, however, as he had not slept since the encounter with the sign. Gruntijackal was asleep, and pretty quick too. He began to dream, atleast, for a little while.

The sky was black with smoke and reckage. Several dead bodies lay near Gruntijackal, who was rising up from the ground. He was in Africa. He could tell by the heat. He could notice the living people near him, 'AnotherPoeticSpartan, Eve, EliteMaster117 and Baracuss''. "Oh, thank god your alive!" Gruntijackal gasped.''

Nobody answered him. They were all wielding pistols and other small weaponry. Eve was holding her Plasma SMG. For some reason, Gruntijackal was holding a Trooper Arisaka Bolt Action Rifle. "Were gonna be ok," said Elitemaster117 calmly.

"Are you sure?" Baracuss asked.

"Not realy," Elitemaster117 replied, still calm and collected. Gruntijackal moved forward with them, through tens of dead bodies in their way, all of which were human. Suddenly, black words appeared in front of the group, This is what will happen to the humans.

"What the hell does that mean?" Eve asked in outrage and confusion.

Suddenly, gunfire was heard, once. And then a shrill screech. Then silence again. Suddenly, Elitemaster117 moved forward straight away over the hill. Eve, Baracuss and Gruntijackal lay down ontop of the hill. Suddenly, the words behind them disappeared and reappeared in diffrent text. In the Year 2713

Suddenly, the letters disappeared and the group looked back at Elitemaster117 walking over dead bodies. All of sudden, Eve screamed, Elitemaster's chest had a medium sized hole in it. He collapsed to the ground, still alive. Suddenly, an alien came over the hill, it was large, strong, and was holding the same weapon of Gruntijackal. Baracuss and Eve were shacking, watching in terror at Elitemaster struggling to survive the blow to the chest. He crawled, and suddenly, more of the large aliens were approaching Elitemaster's shame. The first one suddenly picked him up. A Vulture flew ahead, on fire, and crashed into the distance at the same time as this event. Elitemaster was struggling and punching the alien's hand. Then, the alien pulled out a blade which looked a bit like an Energy Sword, and sliced Elitemaster across the chest. Elitemaster's head lowered, and he died. The Aliend released his grip, and the corpse flew into the pile of others like him. Baracuss was shaking with rage, he pulled out a shotgun and jumped up, yelling at the top of his breathe, "You Motherfuckers!". He charged towards the aliens, who pulled out their weapons. Baracuss jumped to shoot one in the head, and froze as he was barraged by an alien equivilant to a MG 42 or Browning M1919's bullets. He was falling to the ground, hundreds of bullets flying through his body, and Baracuss fell, and fell ontop of a dead marine wielding a Rocket Launcher, and the body touched the trigger, and it fired, hitting an alien, he cried out, "For the Emporer!".

Gruntijackal froze, they were Troopers. Why would the Troopers fight the humans, he asked himself. Eve was still, wielding a pistol. Her head above the hill limit. She looked at the group of Troopers, who were aiding their commrade. One of them seen her, and pulled out his weapon, and fired, hitting Eve in the head, killing her. Gruntijackal gasped wildly. He tried to run, but he couldn't, it was like he wasn't moving. Then, a Trooper stood before Gruntijackal, lying on the floor. Then, he looked up, and the Trooper was frozen, as was Gruntijackal, a ghostly voice came across the area, "And, humanity had brought it upon themselves..."

The moment the voice stopped, the Trooper moved, and Gruntijackal looked up at the Bayonet as it entered his heart...

"Aaa!" Gruntijackal screamed, knocking the Grunt next to him off his bed. It was ok, it was a dream. But something was wrong about that dream....

"So you guys. What the hell are we going to do now?" said Justin as he walked back and forth in the store. He looked back at Rex and Sev and then at Baracuss. He walked over to Baracuss, while he cupped his side. Justin looked at him and smiled. "I know this isn't the best place to meet, but my name is Justin," He said, offering his hand to Baracuss.

Baracuss looked up at him and wearily smiled. He took the hand and shook, saying, "My name is Baracuss. Yeah I know."

Then Sev and Rex went up to them, their armor making a clunking noise while they walked. They said, "Alright now. You guys are our captives or whatever you think. But we're going to find an ONI base. You either help us or die. Any questions,?"

"Man, I wish the SPARTANS were here and the Elites too. At least they were cool," Justin thought as he stared at the two VIKINGs.

He crossed his arms and said, "Can we have our weapons back? Plus we have a crap load of weapons in here. We can take whatever we want. Really, I want my stuff back.. Or at least my notebook. Its precious to me."

Ethan awoke with a dull throbbing in his wrist. Everything was black, and for a second he thought he might be blind. Recalling the events of last night however, he recalled where he was and pushed forwards. The bin lid lifted above him and he stared outside into the world, which was now a horde of rubble and decay. Using one hand, Ethan scaled the closest house and stood on the roof, getting a better view of his surroundings. To the South and the East he could see covenant patrols. He could see nothing to the North or the West however, so he set off in a North-Western direction. He knew that there was a mechanic's in the direction he was heading, so he took off at a light jog, hoping to find a car to use. Using the one-handed vaults he learnt through parkour, he ran through trees and over fences without inconveniencing himself. It took roughly 10 minutes, but in the end he arrived at his destination. With a saddening realization, he saw that no cars were left. Everyone left a few days ago, when the Covenant patrols first came. Elites and Spartans had gotten most people to safety, like his family, but he was forced to hide when all of the troops were killed. And so he had stayed in his attic for 3 days and nights, hoping that someone would come. They never did.

After several hours of walking, he found that he had traversed an incredibly long distance. He recognized this place as the place his family had slept during their vacation to the gold coast. Walking inside, old memories of family and happiness sprung into his thoughts, but he pushed them aside, not wanting to remember. Closing the door and activating it's several padlocks, he collapsed on the bed. There was about 4 hours left until dark, and so here Ethan would remain for another 6 hours.

Carpe trudged drearily down the interstate, hands in his pockets. He hadn't seen any life for the past eight miles that he'd walked since starting out from the river. He'd been to busy running the night before, and hadn't had time to sleep. His body protested the stresses he was putting on it, and with a sigh he decided to take the nearest exit. Perhaps I'll find a hotel, or more survivors, he thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, he turned. There had been an exit a quarter-mile back, and he thought he'd seen a sign for a motel. Maybe I'll be able to arm myself as well, he thought, and walked onward.

Within a store filled with weapons, and two VIKING super soldiers, Baracuss had thought he would feel safe. But he didn't. He had a growing feeling that someone, or Something was watching them. Something made itself heard outside, with a noise that sounded like a combination of a screach and a roar. The VIKINGS Imidiantly took gaurding possitions by the door and window, but they saw nothing...

"The hell was that...?" One of them wispered as they, cautiously, lowered their weapons. The other shrugged and moved away from the entrance,

"Probrably just a bird..." it said, holstering his weapon. Baracuss, however, knew exactly what the sound was made by. It was the same sound he had heard at the start of the invasion, the night he had found his family ripped to pieces. The night he had barely escaped with his life. The night he had first taken a life... and one that wasn't human. One of the VIKINGS pulled his Katana out of it's sheath, and found that it was stained with blackened blood. Outside, another nightmarish screach sounded, and the VIKINGS took their places once again. It was closer now... just down the street...

"Damn it... this is starting to freak me out..." one of them said,

"Put my sword... back in it's sheath... they can smell the blood..." Baracuss said, getting in a slight fetle possition. His eyes soaked in fear,

"Who's they?" Justin asked, his voice a little shakey. Baracuss turned his head, looked him strait in the eyes, and said:

"Your worst nightmare..."

Nick coughed. He awoke in an alley, the two hunters that tried to kill him lay dead, blood dripping, and ripped into pieces. Suddenly, Nick heard a noise, The Infected. At first they slowly trudged towards Nick, then they rushed at him, Nick screaming, his Swiss Army Knife unfolding in his hands. He jumped out of the alley, into the light, and there was Carpe. Nick kept running, and motioned to Carpe to follow. Nick yelled, "Run!" as he did so.

Nick and Carpe split up, hoping to confuse the Infected. Nick didn't think it was working too well as the moans of the zombies grew louder behind him. But just before the Infected had him in their clutches, their moans and yells were drowned out by blood-curtling screaches. He risked the chance to look back and saw the Infected being rippped apart by huge Raptor-like creatures! At first Nick thanked god for his nightmarish saviors, but then one of the monsters turned and started to chase him! It was faster then he was, and was right behind him after only a second! "Damn it!" He said, as he felt the creature breathing down his neck...

Nick grabbed his Swiss Army Knife, and stabbed the creature in the throat. It's frown increased, and it ripped the Knife out of it's mouth, cracking it in the process. While it did this, Nick searched for something, anything, and he found it, a match, and Pepperspray. Nick dragged the Match across the ground lighting it, and shot some Pepperspray into the cretaure's eyes. It moaned in pain, but only for a second. When it opened it's eyes, all it saw was flames. Nick had put the match's flame in front of a bottle of Bug Repellent, and used the whole bottle on the Zalcran. It fell to the cground, it's skin scorched. Nick grabbed his Pepperspray, dropping the empty bottle of Bug Repellent, and sprayed the entire Zalcran's body, in Pepperspray, possibly killing it.

Nick smiled as the Zalcran stopped breathing, but his smile quickly vanished when he looked back at the other creatures. The Infected had been ripped limb from limb! And now the Pack of Monsters were coming for him!

Nick cursed. He ran inside a building, it was a warehouse, full of gasoline. And Nick had a match. Nick heard the Zalcran's footsteps outside as he poured out gasoline on the floor. Nick finished with twenty two gallons of gasoline when the Zalcrans busted in. Nick smiled, and ran up the stairs, removing his gasoline-soaked shoes as he did so. His socks were grimy, and filthy, but Nick did not care. Every Zalcran ran in, as Nick ran through the rusted-metal holed deck. Nick went inside the Lounge Room, and lit a match. He threw it out the door, and wuickly slammed it. He ducked down, and suddenly, an explosion engulfed the building. The glass windows in the Lounge exploded into oblivion as the explosion reached them. Nick smiled, and looked off into the burning building. Zalcran parts splattered all over the destroyed building. Nick walked out the back exit, and carried a cup of Coffee he had acquired in the lounge room, after the explosion. Nick walked down the stairwell, and sipped the Black and Cold coffee.

Nick felt good. He had just defeated a whole pack of flesh eating creatures, who had made mince-meat out of a mob of Infected. For once he relaxed, and sipped his old coffee. But he quickly jumped to his feet when he heard the same screach coming from a block away,

"More of them!?! Shit!" He said running to a nearby Parking lot,

Rex tossed the notebook back to Justin.While Sev placed the sword back in it's sheath.

"Alright ladies"Sev said"There's things out there that want to kill us, and none of us want that, right?"

Justin and Baracuss nodded their heads.

"Right" Sev continued "We can't stay here any longer or else those things are gonna get us, right?"

Justin and Baracuss nodded again. "Alrighty then, grab as much ammo and supplies that you can easily carry."

He looked at Rex, clenched his fist, and raised two fingers.Rex nodded and took up a defensive position by the door. "We're partners now, let's try and survive."-- DREAD HEAD 613 19:19, 22 July 2009 (UTC)

Nick ran towards a blue and white Mustang. He grabbed a nearby rock, and chunked it into the driver seat. Nick jumped into the car, and quickly hotwired it. The car started. Nick hit the gas pedal, and charged into the opposite direction of the Zalcrans. He saw one person. Baracuss. He slowed the car down in front of him, and opened the window, "Hurry!", Nick said, motioning Dan to get in.

Baracuss nodded to Justin and the VIKINGS at Nick's mustang. They hurried over to the 'Stang and jumped in, Baracuss handed Nick a shotgun as he did so,

"Good to see you dude!"

"Yeah! Bout time we found someone who isn't trying to kill us or doesn't take us hostage!" Justin said, loading an old tommy-gun, and glaring at the VIKINGS. The VIKINGS suddenly ripped the top off the car to make head room for themselves,

"What the hell! You know what, forget it! It's not my car anyway," Nick said, stepping on the gas. The wheels weren't the only things that screached as the Zalcrans leapt from their hidding spots to give chase!

Nick motioned for Baracuss to grab a match out of his backpack. Nick then said, "They hate fire, got anything flammable? Use it." The VIKINGS started to shoot the Zalcrans, who barely flinched. Nick pressed as hard as he could on the pedal, the V8 Engine revving to 120  mph. The Zalcrans were catching up, when Nick said, "HOLD ON!". Suddenly, the Mustang made a sharp turn, right into a BEALLS Clothing Store. Purses and ties whacked the following Zalcrans, as glass and jewelry pierced their skin. Nick smiled, as the team busted out the other side, heading straight for a small town.

"Switch to TAP rounds." Sev ordered

The VIKINGS quickly switched to the Thermite Armor Piercing rounds, and busted out of the car.

Everyone started running for a small town, the two VIKINGS taking the back and laying down suppressive fire.-- DREAD HEAD 613 19:53, 22 July 2009 (UTC)

Baracuss stared back at the Zalcrans, no longer fearing them. Now... he just wanted revenge,

"Hold the Car steady," He said, climbing onto the hood,

"What the hell are you doing!?!" Nick yelled as he stood up. Suddenly the Mustang's front tired popped, slowing the car down tremendously. The Zalcrans were catching up!

"Just keep the damn car steady!" Baracuss said, gaining his balance back. On either side of the street, Zalcrans kept up with the car while they leapt from building to building, "Come on you bastards..." Baracuss wispered, drawing his Katana, then louder: "Come and get me! You took my whole family, yet you've chased me across the country just cause I killed one of your family!" He held his blade high, as if trying to get the Zalcrans to see their own blood on the sword. As if to answer him, a Zalcran screach was heard over the roar of the car's engine. It leapted off a building down upon the 'Stang, "That's right, come get some!" Baracuss yelled at the beast, griping his sword in both hands, "This is for my Father!" he yelled as he swung the blade at the Zalcran. It's ugly head separated from it's body, and both parts flew over the car. Two more came down, one at a time, "This is for my Mother!" he yelled cutting off the first one's legs, "and this... THIS is for my sister!" The Zalcran's head and neck split in two.

Baracuss jumped back into the passenger's seat, his clothes soaked with black blood, and a large smile had formed on his face. They had out run the Raptor-like beasts, and were heading towards the small town.

Dawn (Day 3)
The group of VIKINGs, Rex, Sev, Justin, Daniel, and Nick, arrived in the town. They slowed down at a FIRESTONE next to a Gas Station, and got down. Nick put a new tire on with a Balancer, while the rest of the crew took a break to refuel, and get some snacks for the literal road. Nick fired up the engine, and motioned the crew to get in. The alarm went off as the crew walked out with the items, but not a soul cared. Everyone piled into the car, as Nick popped open his AMP energy drink.

Sev took off his helmet and breathed in the fresh air. "It's been too long." he thought as the car sped down the, now abandoned, highway. Rex and Baracuss were fast asleep. Justin was silently writing in his journal.

He hadn't quite gotten to know the driver yet. "So..", he started "What's your story?" The driver was very silent, and didn't answer.-- DREAD HEAD 613 20:16, 22 July 2009 (UTC)

Nick finally opened his mouth, "My name is Nick, I was here, like every other person. But when everyone left, I didn't. I wanted to protect my home. So much for that. Anyways, I stayed there. I killed infected, made friends with a lot of others in that city, and I finally left, with you. I still have a friend trapped in that wretched city. CarpeJuggulum. I hope he makes it out. Anyways, what's your story?" The car slowed as the crew reached a dealership. Nick looked for a car that the Vikings would fit in, and found it. A Hummer H3. The crew got out, and into the H3. Where the air condition actually worked. "As I was saying, how about you?"" Nick asked as the crew drove down the interstate.

Baracuss shook his head when he had seen what vehicle Nick had chosen. Tipical.... the better looking one over the faster one. Damn it... they could use a Warthog right now... but until then, at least they had air conditioning!

"Shotgun!" He called out,

"Shotg-Fuck!" Justin cursed,

Nick laughed as he showed the crew the 4 gallons of Gasoline in the back. We have to keep on the road. We don't want to get our heads blown off. Nick laughed. And then drove at top speed, 110 Mph, down the highway.

"Well..."Sev starting up the conversation again"My story...It's a little confusing. Have you ever heard of a slip-space Anomaly?"He asked

"Yea. We learned something on them in High school a long time ago.Teacher was pretty crazy, said it would 'destroy the universe' or something.Why?"Nick said

"Well we're not from around here."Sev said

"You mean..."Nick started to ask

"Yeah, I'm actually from about 200 years into the future, well in my universe anyways. It's confusing, but to make a long story short: Wormhole opened up, we got caught inside, now we're stranded here."Sev said "From the looks of things, you guys aren't doing so well you're selves..."-- DREAD HEAD 613 20:34, 22 July 2009 (UTC)

"It wasn't always like this. Until a few days ago. Wormhole opened up, shot waves and waves of good and evil through the time/space continuum, until they came here. Apparently your the good."

"Yeah."Sev said as he tried not to think about his past."Yeah, I-I guess we are."-- DREAD HEAD 613 20:41, 22 July 2009 (UTC)

"Maybe that teacher of yours wasn't all that crazy after all, huh Nick?" Baracuss said, putting his feet up on the dash board and laying back in his seat, "Cause it sure looks like the universe is going to end... starting with Earth!"

Dread intrusion
Sev woke up, it was morning time, two days since they had met these people, seven since they arrived here.

"Had it only been a week since it happened?" He thought to himself.

He shook Rex.

"What?"Rex said groggily.

"Come on sunshine, we got guard duty."Sev said

"Damnit."--<font color="#008000">DREAD<font color="#000000">HEAD 613 20:54, 22 July 2009 (UTC)

Eve shambled away from the Brutes, now wimpering like dogs from their grievous wounds. All she felt was the blood coursing over her body. She tried to jog up the highway, but the sand and harsh wind didnt help, and neither did her burnt and bloody skin. She only had her rifle left, as her SMG was blown to shreds, and some shards were lodged thoroughly in her torso. But she ignored the pain, she would go through a lot more. Eve saw a speck in the distance, slowly getting bigger. At first she thought it was a car, but as she got closer it was a flipped over semi-truck. It was blown to shambles, plasma fire, possibly from a Wraith, staining the formerly white piant job black and blue. She lay down in the shadow, and covered herself in her white shawl, hoping to keep the flies and heat from her crackled and bloody skin. Evelyn began to doze a bit, unable to keeep herself awake as the sun set in front of her. It was beautiful, some of the ast beauty in this increasingly horrifying world. Then she stared at the moutains as the sun finally receded to light the otherside of the world.

The Hummer sped down the road, now being driven by Baracuss. He and Nick had started taking turns at driving, since Nick had almost run them off the road dozing off. Up ahead was a tipped over Semi-truck, it's paint job was burned. In it's shadow, though, Baracuss saw something white moving, "A survivor?" he thought, "Hey guys, look alive. I think we got a survivor," He said waking up Nick next to him, and pointing to the Semi ahead. The sun had just set over the horizon, and if they didn't help whoever it was, they'd be easy prey for the Infected, or worse... He pulled the Hummer over, grabbed his Supressed SMG, and got out with the others. The VIKINGS covered their vehicle, while Baracuss, Justin, and Nick went to the survivor,

"My god..." Baracuss said, pulling the shawl away from the woman's face, "Eve?"

Eve looked up into Dan's eyes, kind of confused. "How did you get here ?" she asked, half dead. "Well, its just me, Nick, these 2 big guys, and some others." he said, helping her up and holding her shoulder as a support. "Umm...can you be more explanative ?" she asked, spiiting salty blood onto the side of the road.

"It's kinda' a long story... we'll tell you more about it once we're on the road aga-" Baracuss was cut-off but a echoing screach in the distance, "Shit... Zalcrans!" He yelled to the VIKINGS. They Imidiantly helped him get Eve in the Hummer, "Alright people I think it's time to get this wagon-train a moving!" he said to the others, jumping in the driver's seat. Justin took shotgun, finnaly, and Nick got into the middle with Eve. The VIKINGS busted the back window, and readied their weapons. The Hummer took off, leaving the Pack of Alien Raptors in the dust,

"Next time, Baracuss, don't cut it so close!" Justin said, gripping his Tommy-Gun harder,

"Hopefuly, there wont be a next time..." Baracuss wispered to himself,

"Fire!" Sev yelled to Rex.

With the TAP rounds, they easily cut down the monsters and it was soon quiet in the hummer again.

Sev and Rex High-fived, and Rex yelled "Suck it!" out of the back window.

The fun was soon cut-off when Sev noticed the woman.

"Oh, shit." He said "We need to get to another town NOW!"

"Can't you fix her up here?" Baracuss said worried.

"No."Sev said sharply

"Why not!?" Baracuss said, fear etching it's way in his voice.

"I used the last of the med-kit on you."Sev said.

It was silent.--<font color="#008000">DREAD<font color="#000000">HEAD 613 22:01, 22 July 2009 (UTC)

Evelyn sat uncomfortably in the Hummer, receiving annoying stares at her wounds and such. "How about Dan drives, Nick stays asleep, you 2 monstrosities watch for those things, and I sit here and get out of this bloody tarp ?" They all juts nodded, and Nick drooled a bit on the seat. Eve unbuckled and sat up in her seat, taking off her shawl, and receiving awkward glances from Sev. "Never seen a girl undress before I'm betting." she said, rolling her eyes. She unsheathed her knife and cut the shawl into strips, then wrapped them tight around her plasma burns and her gunshot. Then she flattened out her skirt and tried to doze off, despite being surrounded by men overly high on testosterone right now.

Baracuss ignored Eve's undressing, unlike the others in back, and kept his eyes on the road. The Hummer bounced as he ran over a couple of Infected, making Eve wince a little as her clothes rubbed against her burnt skin, "Sorry about that... just a few road bumps in the way," He joked, trying to chear everyone up. It didn't help much, and his smile quickly faded as well, "Damn... tough audiance..." he thought to himself as he drove on through the moon-light.

Rex opened a private COM channel to Sev. "I just love how they say smart ass comments when we could literally rip them in half."Rex said

"Don't get any ideas."Sev said joking along

Rex left the private com channel and spoke to the group.

"I hate to put a damper on our little bonding session, but...." He said "Our new 'guest' is gonna bleed out if we don't get her some medical attention, and while I'm fine without an extra mouth, I don't think any of you want that." He turned to Eve then added, "Plus I'm sure she would like some clothes, no?"

He leaned forward and patted the driver, and passenger on the back.

"So how 'bout it kids? Wanna go shopping?"--<font color="#008000">DREAD<font color="#000000">HEAD 613 22:35, 22 July 2009 (UTC)

Eve looked at Sev in disgust. "Here we go with the stereotypes. Just because I'm a girl doesnt mean I love shopping, but its free stuff, why not ?" she smirked at Sev then got out of the car as they pulled up to a closed mall. Its parking lot was littered with debris, but the building itself looked secure. Eve shot the glass on the broken sliding door and stepped through, shouldering her rifle and looking around. The mall was completely empty, but she saw light coming from a store near the back of it. "Come on...I think I see a sign of survivors !" she yelled, running across the marble floor. She was instead greeted by corpses. The light was from a broken jumble of wires, electricuting an infected employee as he twitched and grabbed at Eve. She put him out of his apparent misery, than slunked back onto a bench. She was getting tired, and she rubbed her face as the others arrived. Then she felt something rub her back. Eve turned as she felt a scratch. Another infected leaped froward and onto her, slamming her on the ground. Dan fired his weapon killing it, but several more ran down the courtyard like hallway at them. Eve raised her rifle and fired on semi-automatic, the high recoil and loss of blood affecting her aim slightly. The last made it forward, and Eve flipped it over her shoulder. It jumped on Dan. And she was out of ammo. She ran into the stoe, grabbing a broken shelving rod and whacking the monstrosity on the back. It sceeched and continued to try to eat Dan. Then she beat on it more, and its blood spurted onto her face as she hit it until it was pulp. Helping Dan up, his face was in awe, then he started to say something.

"What took ya so long!?!" Baracuss joked, "Thanks," He said, giving her a thumbs up. Then, to the rest of the group, "Let's split up and look for anything we can use! Food, water, make-shift weapons..." He pretented to smell Nick, and held his nose, "Fresh clothes maybe? Anything!" He then placed a Hand on Justin's shoulder, "Everyone should partner up, just in case we get any more surprises," He motioned to a large clock near the center of the mall, "It's 1:23 now... lets meet back here at 2:00. All agreed?"

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Nick motioned towards the window, "Look!" He said, "A bus!" I can hotwire it, but someone else will drive. We'll get it when we're done." Nick walked away alone, towards a clothing store, taking offense from Baracuss' comment. Nick returned five minutes later with a key to the bus, that way there would be no broken windows.

Nick returned with a LOT of Cashews, a few bowls of Lasagna, 5 gallons of water, and MARUCHAN Instant Soup. Nick put it in the bus, and went back for more. He came back at 1:45 with the rest of the food, much freeze dry, and some sauce he had stolen from an indoor Fazolis. Nick also took a few pairs of close for himself. He went to the bus, and turned it on, to get a feel for it. He waited for everyone else, making modifications to the back seats, to make a few beds. He thenwent for blankets, and pillows. He brought one last thing, Bug Repellent, and matches, just in case.

Eve defied Dan and went off alone, following signs to a hunting store. Immediately she busted the door down and went inside. She grabbed an M4 Carbine/C and immedeately busted it open, reconfiguring it to fully automatic fire. She grabbed several dozen clips for it, and strapped them onto her skirt. She looked around a bit, trying to find something she knew she could use, then saw her favorite weapons. Side by side lay a P90 and 2 Mateba Autorevolvers. Eve snatched them up with glee and holstered them into a guncase she had stolen. After leaving the shop she went to a nearby Macy's, and found a leather coverall and a small black T-Shirt, which she immediately put on. Walking out of the mall towards the bus she saw a dead army medic, with a full medical supplies. And a Barret REC-7. Eve grabbed them both, and slightly fatigued, went straight for the bus, and waited for the others as she applied field dressings to herself.

Nick looked up from his work as Eve walked around the bus, he looked around for Dan, and the rest, and didn't find anything. He closed the bus door, and told Eve, "Hold on!", Nick pulled the gear shift into drive, and backed up. He rammed straight into the mall. "This way we can get to Baracuss faster." Nick laughed, and parked under the big clock in the center of the mall. He looked at the time. 1:57.

The VIKINGS took off together, "Good... at least someone listened...", Baracuss thought to himself, then looked at Justin, "Let's go,". The first place they went to was the coffee shop. Baracuss knew that they wouldn't find a meal of Roast Chicken, dumplings, and Hot Apple pie, but at least they found some food. He checked behind the counter, "Haha! Med-Kits, Med-kits, EVERYWHERE!" he said coming up with four, small medkits. He also had a bottle of clear liquid, which he thought was water, "Chears!" He said and took a swig. He quickly made a face and spat the stuff out, "Ugh... Sprite!" he said, "Here!" he handed the bottle to Justin,

"You don't like Sprite?" He asked,

"I don't like soft-drinks, period." Baracuss said grabing a sidearm from under the Cash register, which Justin started to loot. Baracuss glared at him,

"What!?! It's not like you wouldn't do the same thing!" Justin said, stuffing the last bill in his pocket. Baracuss wouldn't have, in fact, he wouldn't have robbed the place at all if it weren't for the invasion. It was against his character. Justin ran to the restrooms, not only to go, but also to grab some lotion for Eve's skin. After that they were heading back outside when they stoped near a door. Baracuss pointed to the blood smears leading to it. He put a finger on his lips, to tell Justin to be quiet, then steped to the door, SMG in hand. He opened it and shown a flashlight into the darkness. On the floor was a carcase of a human, or what was left of it, and hanging from the ceiling was a Zalcran! Justin raised his gun but Baracuss, stopped him from fireing and entered the room, "I thought these things hunted in packs?" Justin whispered, following Baracuss into the room. At first Baracuss was going to turn and tell him to be quiet, but as he turned his flashlight caught something else. Baracuss' eyes widened, "They do..." he whispered back, staring at the second Zalcran hanging right next to the door. They were asleep. Baracuss scanned the whole room with his flashlight, "Fifteen!?!" he thought in disbelief, "This would be a problem even for the VIKINGS..." he motioned for Justin to leave the room, but as they got out a loud crash was heard and the Zalcrans awoke! Baracuss and Justin looked quikly at eachother then closed and locked the door, "Something tells me that Nick had something to do with this!"