A Walk Through Hell

Characters

 * Sergeant Harry Chan
 * Jenny
 * SPARTAN-117

Chapter One: Welcome to Hell
Sergeant Harry Chan woke with a throbbing headache and cursed as sat up his body screaming in agony. He was about to thank God for being a life and laugh his head off for actually surviving until he remembered where he was. The ODST had just been picked up after helping SPARTAN-117 secure the first tower on the Ark and was returning to the UNSC Forward Unto Dawn to resupply until they accidently flew past the crashed High Charity.

“Is that what I think it is?” He had asked at the time

Next thing that he remembered was a massive tentacle wrap itself around the front half of the Pelican and pulled the dropship to its current resting place. That meant one thing. He was in Flood control territory, possibly in a hive. ''Great. Like my day couldn’t get much worse.''

Chapter Two: Feet First into Hell
Harry peered out of the Pelican and there he saw them. Lumbering around like lost souls, limbs distorted and heads limp. He had seen a lot throughout this war that disgusted him but the sights of these horrible morphed bodies made him want to be physically sick. His survival instincts kicked in and looked around for weapons for the job, he found his pistol. Etched with his wife and sons names he had carried it since his first engagement on the little colony world called Kholo. As he secured it back in its holster that’s when he noticed her, the visor of her helmet reflected his depressed stance. Jenny. She was a rookie barely out of basic when the Covenant hit Earth. He promised her he’d watch her back and keep her safe. Yet another name to add to my list of people I let down. He took her helmet off and that’s when his stomach turned worse than when he had seen the sight of the mangle Flood bodies. Her normally bright and friendly face now stared back cold and empty. Her eyes stared at him making him feel sick to his core. Closing her eyes for the last time he placed her helmet back on her head and laid her to rest.

Harry searched through the weapons strewed around the crash site. As he peered over an edge he found a flamethrower just laying there as if it was a gift. Checking the weapon he found it had a full canister and with luck he found two spare canisters. As he loaded up everything he needed he kept repeating phrase  in his head, the motto of the Helljumpers. Feet First Into Hell. As he ignited the flamethrower one word slipped from his lips as if to comfort him.

“Hoorah.”