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
 * Snapatchu

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?"

---

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!"

Eve flew off the seat, now seriously mad. "WHAT IN GODS NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU ?" she yelled at Nick, before slapping him. She limped down the stairs with the REC-7 at the sounds of gunfire. The VIKINGS and Dan and Justin were running at them, with over a dozen Zalcrans coming from behind ! "TIME TO GO !" shouted Dan and Nick simultaneously. The VIKINGS fired over their shoulders, taking the several of the creatures down. Eve pulled out a can of bug spray and hr lighter, spraying a blast of flames at the beasts, amking them shriek back in fright, then come blazing forward once more. Eve hopped onto the back of the bus as they pulled out, firing her REC-7 at a box of bugspray the Zalcrans gathered around. The last thing she saw was them in flames. She smiled then opened the back door of the bus, and sat inside next to Nick and Dan. "I'm tired." she said, leaning against the seat and sighing.

"Baracuss, bring anything for Eve's skin, and my cheek!?" Nick rubbed the cheek where Eve slapped him. They continued onto the highway when they saw a Covenant Loyalist blockade. Nick smiled, "I think your gonna know what I'm gonna do." Nick revved up the engine. Baracuss fell down with the crash, the lotion sliding to Eve. And in a few seconds, the blockade was no more. Nick smiled, and handed Eve the lotion, not before rubbing some onto his cheek.

"Shit!" Ethan exclaimed as he fell out of bed. Looking outside one of the hotel's obscured windows, he could immediately tell by the small amounts of light coming through that he had overslept. His plans were completely messed up, who knows how many patrols could have gathered while he was asleep? "Son of a bitch!" He yelled as he rushed out the door. Looking outside, he saw that there was no covenant patrols, but there was something else. A bike. And it was surrounded by two people, going through what appeared to be a corpse, scarred with plasma.

"Hey! What the hell do you think your doing?!" Ethan shouted in disgust. One of the people turned around to face him, and Ethan could clearly see the warm blood on the person's face. The person just smiled. And that is when it clicked to Ethan, these two people had just murdered this person who was lying on the ground. "You fucking animals!" Ethan screamed as he rushed towards them. Knocking one to the ground, he pulled the gun from the other's holster and without a second thought blew his face off. He then turned to the person on the ground and noticed he was covering his face with his arm. "You wouldn't hurt an unarmed civilian, would you?" He questioned. "That depends..." Ethan began, before raising his gun. "Would you?" Ethan squeezed the trigger.

Taking the guns, ammunition, and food they possessed, Ethan mounted the bike and rode off, knowing that before the day ended he would be a quarters way through Queensland.

Day 3:Night
Eve rolled her eyes at Nick, who with his constant smashing of things was an omen of doom. "You do realize when you crashed at the mall, Zalcrans attacked. The explosion back there, which was noticeably bigger, has probably alerted every hostile creature in a 5 mile radius." she glowered at Nick once more, than walked to the back of the bus with her weapons. She squeexed the lotion from the bottle, rubbing it along her arm burn. Then she screamed. "ALOE VERA ! OWW !!!" she yelled, dropping the bottle and grabbing her arm. Nick smirked then went back to looking at the window. Dan apologized from the driver's seat, and Eve pouted at the back of the bus. God this is horrible." she said, regretting her choice of coming with strangers. Sure she knew them online, but they were way different in real life. Eve rubbed her arm, then stiared out the bus wndow as she fell asleep under the stars.

Nick was mad... He saved the crew, and Eve complained about the noise. They were heading to the next State, who cared who was alerted in 5 miles. Nick opened the window, and climbed onto the roof. He opened the emergency hatch, and grabbed a metal rod. He bent it by banging it onto the bus, and used duck tape and another rod to tape the AK to the top of the roof. He swiveled the mount around inside the ring of ducktape. He smiled. He looked down, and said, "Come look! I made a turret." He hoped Eve would appreciate THIS.

Eve looked up, kind of suprised at Nick's creativity. "Sweet." she said as she looked the turret over. "I hope we dont get any thing that can fly." she said, hoping she wouldnt regret it. Of course she did, more the "any thing" than the "fly", because soon dozens of Infected ran from the sussrounding high grass and smashed into the bus, blowing out its back wheels. All 4. They were too close for the turret, and started to pull on the windows. Eve tossed her M4 to Nick, who jumped down and started shooting at the infected surrounding them. Eve used a improv flamer and tied her one ofher arm bands around the spray section, tossing a spiining flamethrower dwn into the crowd, driving the Infected into a freny as they still tried to claw at the VIKINGS, who were by now laughing their asses off at the infected obliviousness to their plight. Eve smiled at Nick, then covered him and the VIKINGS as they went to check on the tires.

Nick saw more in the distance. He put his M4 down, and climbed onto the turret. The fire began. A large noise vibrated the bus, as bullet shells fell to the ground. Nick motioned for Eve to man the turret. Nick jumped down. He took off the wheels themselves, and brought out the four tires. Baracuss and Nick worked on the tires while Eve destroyed Infected rushing towards the bus. Nick jumped in, and Baracuss took the wheel. Nick fired out of the open front bus door, with the M4, as Baracuss rushed down the highway. Nick told Baracuss to close the door, and Nick motioned Eve to get down. She got down, and ran to the front of the Bus. The VIKINGs pulled their heads into the windows, and closed them. Nick closed the top Hatch. The crew rushed down the highway, encountering many Speed bumps on the road.

"Those are the dangerous monsters?"Rex taunted"They hardly lit up my shields!"

"Not everybody has shields."Baracuss said glaring at the VIKING.

For once in his life, Rex shut up. They continued on in silence.It was after dark when somebody spoke up again.

"Office of Naval Intelligence Beta site, 5 miles away!"Nick said. Everybody cheered a bit. Finally, all their troubles were soon gone, most peoples thoughts turned to fress meals, clean sheets, and professional medical treatment.

They passed a sign that had once said "Prepare to stop", someone had spray painted over making stop say drop.

There was a glow over the hill, and someone asked "What is that, searchlights?"

They came over the hill, and were able to see it.

The ONI Base, burning.--<font color="#008000">DREAD<font color="#000000">HEAD 613 03:17, 23 July 2009 (UTC)

The base was destroyed and abandoned, dashing all of the groups hopes. Even the powerful VIKINGS eyes teared up. Eve wasnt very phased, although she was frightened of the Phantoms above the base. They fired upon the bus, sending Eve into a mad dash for cover in the back of the bus. Then she heard an explosion. The front of the bus was gone, and the VIKINGS were covering Dan and Nick from the flames. Eve shouldered her P90 and fired up, managing to kill the grunt manning a plasma cannon.The Brutes then dropped down, it was her versus a pack of them. She tossed her latest creation, lighting several of them on fire. The chieftain smashed his hammer at her, thowing her back to roll across the highway. Eve wasted her entire clip into its helmet, sending it into a frenzy. It dropped itshammer as the bullets entered its eyes, and its Brute floowers opened up with their Spikers, littering Eve's cover with red spikes as she and the VIKINGS returned with their own volley of gunfire. The brutes stopped shooting, then dropped a bubble shield. Eve tagged ger final plasma grenade onto her emoty P90, and rolled it along the floor seconds before it covered the ground. The explosion killed the enemy, and the VIKINGS stood and patted Eve on the back, Sev laughing his ass off at her when she growled. Nick shouldered his M4, and Dan lay with a spike in his foot. Eve held him up and the gtoup entered the bases barracks, to spend the night.

Baracuss sat on a bunk and pulled the spike out of his foot, grunting a little. Luckaly the spike haden't pierced through any important viens, "Still hurts like a bitch though...", he though to himself, "Hey Nick could you help me with this?" he asked,

"Sure thing, hold on," He said, searching a few lockers, "Not even a pistol round... Damn..." From the opposite side of the Barracks, Eve called out,

"Good news boys, the Plumbing is still working and there are showers," She came back and started to make her "bed",

"Awesome, now you can finnaly clean yourself, Eve," Baracuss said, limping across the room towards the Showers, "You better too. I can smell you from here!" He yelled back in a joking manner,

Nick went into one of the showers, luckily his second pair of clothes hadn't burned away in the explosion. He stepped out, putting his towel on, and went outside. He found his clothes on his bunk, and went back in the room. He put them on when he noticed a sign, ONE USE OF SHOWER PER HOUR, THREAT OF WATER OVERHEAT. Nick's eyes widened. Eve had just got in the shower. He had to tell her, but didn't want to go in. He knocked on the door, and yelled, but she couldn't here him. Nick cursed again, and then waited. That wouldn't be good on Eve's condition... Nick was paranoid.

Luckily for Eve the sign was old, and the water didnt overheat. She took her shower and came out into "her" corner of the barracks, getting dressed again, being careful not to hurt herself. She winced as her short was put on, scraping slowly along her left arm. She could feel stares coming from behind. She turned and said " Why do you guys watch me so much ?" waiting for one to respond.

"They're staring at you cause it's obvious they've never seen a chick before," Baracuss joked, throwing his towel over his shoulder and headed for the showers, "I stare at you cause I'm amazed at how you're coming along," He smiled, and walking into one of the stalls.

Nick laughed, "I wasn't staring at you, I was staring at those burns, if that sign over there wasn't outdated, you would've been toast. Literally!" Nick turned around, looking out the window, "We can't stay here forever, what do we do now? We stay the night, then what, drive half the bus down the highway?"

"Well, maybe we could load up on weapons since were in a military base, then get in an army truck or something and get the f*** out of here. Sound good ? And if we dont have any contacts in the morning, maybe have an extended stay here, we sure as hell need the rest." the others nodded, and Eve went off to find the mess hall.

Nick said, "Good night guys, and girl, I'll see you tommorow. Nick pulled up his blanket, and fell asleep as Eve left for the Mess Hall.

United States/Las Vegas, Nevada/ Nellis Air Force Base/Inside CH-47 Chinook AF-03125 

It was dark out in Southern Nevada.

Then, there was a huge explosion, lighting up the sky. Liam peered though a pair of binoculars and peered at the distant Crusier, visible by the strange, purple hull. Following a failed attempt to expel the Covenant from Las Vegas, Liam rounded up all the survivors he could find and retreated, with the survivors, to Nellis Air Force Base, where they collected Air Force survivors.

They decided to fallback out of the City, but had no way to, with the Covenant Crusier hanging overhead. So they devised a simple way of getting rid of it. Cause a big enough explosion far enough away and the Crusier will go off and investigate. So they just rigged a hotel in Primm to explode and they retreated back to the Airport.

"Okay. The Crusier is passing over Mount Charleston...now. Go!"

The Pilot flipped two Red switches, which started the CH-47's twin engines. With a steady thrum, and increase of power and sound, the Chinook lifted off the ground. Liam walked back to the Cargo Compartment, dodging the many stacked cases of M-4 Rifles, MP-5 SMGs and other assorted weaponry, and yelled to the 41 survivors over the sound of the engines.

"We're clear. Keep an eye out for enemy Aircraft, and those flying, purple fighters. If they start approaching us, some one grab a Stinger and take a shot! Minigun operators, start firing at them, well before they are in firing range. Make sure that if a gunner goes down, someone replaces him fast!"

They didn't have long to wait...

Roger crawled up the hill slowly holding his M4 in front of him. He scanned the area and noticed a bus near the ruined facility, once belonging to the Office of Naval Intelligence. He then looked closer and examined the dead bodies around. “Covies…” he thought to himself. He slid himself back a bit and looked behind him. His Aston Martin Vanquish, the car he hot-wired before leaving Arizona lie smoking with three of the four tires blown out and plasma damage all over. “Bye babe. Thanks for the ride” he said to it before climbing the hill once more. This time he crawled completely over it and stood up. Carefully and quietly he steps over the rubble, making sure not to make an unnecessary sound. He glanced over and saw an opening to the facility. Raising his M4, he carefully traversed the rubble. As he went further in he began to hear voices. Stopping beside an open door, he listened as everyone inside continued their conversations.

He lowered himself to the ground, careful not to make a move that would jeopardize his position. He listened and heard water running through pipes. Metal was creaking every now and then. He listened to their conversations, but didn’t care enough to really pay attention. He met these kind of people before. The last group he was with got themselves killed because they were too unaware of their surroundings. He slowly stood up again, keeping his back to the wall. He started moving back towards the outside, deciding not to go in. He walked outside and sat on a large stone. He closed his eyes and began listening to the world around him.

Day 3:Midnight
Evelyn sat down in the mess hall, the food inedible from days of being unattended. "Hmm, the MRE's could still be edible." she thought, glancing at the heavy steel doors several tables down. She walked outside and saw a man on a rock, with the unmistakable shape of an M4 Carbine by his side. Evelyn unholstered her Mateba and leveled at him, sneaking up on the man. She fired 2 rounds next to his head, sending him off the rock, and gibving Eve time to grab his M4. Now she was her captive. "Get your sneaky ass inside." she said, jabbing him in the spine with the M4. "FASTER !" she yelled, as Dan and the VIKINGS entered the hallway. The man slumped down quickly and grabbed her combat knife, leveling it at her throat. "Now I have the advantage." he said, cutting Eve's neck a bit. The others tensed.

"I will not tolerate threats from anyone." he said keeping the knife close to her neck. His eyes shifted from one person to another, making a list of everyone in the area, their weapons and wounds. He grabbed his M4 back from the girl and placed the barrel to the back of her head. He then paused as he heard a familiar sound coming from outside. Roger released the girl and threw his back against the wall near the opening. Outside, the sound of brutes growling makes an echo through the facilities halls. Roger didn't make a move. He slowed his breathing until it couldn't be heard at all. His eyes were once again closed, he listened to everything happening outside. Each footsteps position was carefully placed in Rogers mind like a 3D map. He began counting each footstep, and the sound each one made. He counted five brutes, a sixth may have been out there but too much interference was keeping him from deciding if there was one or not.

--Snapatchu 05:02, 23 July 2009 (UTC)

Evelyn grabed her REC-7 from the Dan then shot the man in the back. "We are in charge here." she saidm as Dan and Sev dragged him into the barracks, isolating him in the corner. Dan went back and closed the doors, hoping they wouldnt enter. Just in case Sev and him pushed a vending machine in front. Eve secretly unloaded the M4, sliding the clip under the bed. Then she threw it on the ground. "Who are you ? And why are you here ?!" Eve asked, leveling her Mateba at the man. He had to be at least her age, if not older. Eve grabbed a cigarette from a nearby nightstand. She hadnt smoked her entire life, always avoiding the cancer sticks. But with her inevitable death approaching, she thought, maybe she should be a bit more gutsy. The man was tightneing his shirt around his bullet wound. It had shot clean through him. Sev walked over. "I'm off to bed," he said, "and juts asking, was shooting him neccesary ?" "I was showing him I'm not messing around." Then Sev shrugged and lay in a bed nearby. The man began to talk. Eve smiled.

Looking up at the girl, Roger looked deep into her eyes. "My name is Roger. I have been tracking a covenant group for days. They passed by here not too long ago." he replied to her. He lifted his hand, now covered in blood. Staring at it he placed it close to his mouth and licked the blood off. "You had the right idea by wounding me lady, but you chose the wrong time to do it. That shot could have come in handy later on." Roger placed his back against the wall. He looked up at the ceiling. This building was hardly holding together, but it was holding none the less. "Now, if you don't mind, I will be returning to my objective". He said standing up.

--Snapatchu 05:49, 23 July 2009 (UTC)

"Your not going anywhere. Sit down or be shot. Again." Eve smacked the man in the face with the butt of her rifle. He fell back hard, causing Nick and Sev to turn over. She grabbed him and led him at gun point into he showering room. "Have fun in here alone, and maybe wash up." she said, slamming the door then slumping to the other side.

Ethan smashed into a tree at nearly 70 miles an hour. The collision sent him flying meters forward and cause him to roll along the road's asphalt paving. He screamed in pain as he hit his broken hand against the ground, and then pulled himself into a near-fetal position on the ground. Cursing under his breath, he limped back to his bike, only to see it was completely totaled. Looking around, he recognized this neighborhood as part of a small town on the borderline of Queensland. He was not as far as he wanted to be by now, but this was still far enough for one day of traveling. Pulling out the guns an food from the bike, he walked towards the nearest house. As he entered the door however, a bullet blew over his head and almost took it clear off. Dropping everything except for a magnum, he fired a single bullet in the direction the shot had come from. A squeal came from behind a piece of overturned furniture, and he knew the bullet had found it's mark. Walking over to see what had tried to kill him, he was horrified to see the simple ensemble of a farmer with a fearful look on it's face. This was just a civilian. In his right hand he held a rifle, but in his left hand he held a piece of paper. Picking up the paper, Ethan read it out loud.

To Craig,

We were forced to leave. They overran us. A patrol helped us to escape, but we couldn't get to you in time.

When you come back from work, know that I love you, and I am sorry.

-Melissa

The rest of the page was covered in tears. But Ethan did not shed a single one. ''This is war.' He thought. ''Everyone commits atrocities during war, and if I am forced to commit atrocities greater than most, then so be it.

And so with a heavy heart, Ethan took the rifle before moving to another house. He couldn't bring himself to sleep on the same bed as the person he had just killed.

Carpe trudged down the road, one leg dragging from where he'd been hit. When he'd seen Nick drive off with all the others, his first thought had been to scream and curse after them. It had taken him over a day to find their tracks after getting out of the city- the weight of the two armored titans sitting in the back had created a trail for him to follow.

Suddenly, he saw lights up ahead. Parked in front of a destroyed base was the car the others had driven off in. And inside, he could see lights and people moving. Someone was talking inside- it sounded like a woman, but Carpe wasn't sure who it was. A door slammed. Ignoring his injury, he ran to the door and flung it open to see a woman throw some guy into a washroom and slam the door behind him. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked, stepping into the light.

Carpe suddenly felt the cold chill of a blade against his throught, and dropped his weapon. Baracuss had been guarding the door, just in case any Brutes decided to try their luck, but once he saw that it was a survivor he replaced his Katana in it's sheath, "My bad, pal... just a little unsteady... we all are..."

EliteMaster's eyes shot open at the noise. He got up, and had his M4 and Shotgun with him in an instant. He walked up, and saw that it was Carpe. He dropped his weapons out of disbelief.

"How the hell did you get over here!? That must've taken hours! I was gonna come back for you, but the Zalcrans chased us down..."

Nick went inside the restroom and used it, he came back and put on his new pair of clothes, and for the first time since he had encountered the Traicians, his brown and black leather jacket. Nick went to the mess hall, and looked at the time, 4:00. He walked forward and grabbed something, he put it in his mouth, and spit it out. Disgusting sour milk. Nick walked back to find the rest.

Roger, after studying the walls of the showerroom, pulled on a pipe causing it to break away from the wall. Water poured everywhere. He then used the loose pipe to make holes leading all the way up the wall. He placed the pipe in his belt and began using the holes to climb the wall. At the top, he pushed a pile of rubble out of the way and entered the ventilation system. After a while he made it to the roof, where smoke still remained heavy. Holding his breath, he walked through the smoke and flames. As he reached the end he looked at the bus below him. It was in ruins. "I guess I'm walking...." he said to himself. Roger jumped down and began walking away from the facility. He was going to finish his objective no matter what it took. --Snapatchu 17:35, 23 July 2009

Day 4:Morning
Eve looked up at the other survivor, scanning his outline for weapons. Then she stood up. Eve had never been the one for handshakes or greetings, just looking at him and walking into the barracks. The bloodloss was finally getting to her, and she fainted onto the bed. Dan came over saying he found transport,and tried to nudge Eve awake. But she just lay there.

"Eve? Eve! Damn it! Nick grab a med-kit! Justin go get some water. Hey big guys, come over and work your magic!" He said to the VIKINGS. He helped out the best he could, but he wasn't a doctor or a medic. He didn't know what to do.

An infected walked through the door, followed by another 3 dozen. Staying at the base was a big mistake. The ONI infected fired their weapons, haphazardly, but enough to drive everyone back. Eve awoke startled and forgetting where she was. She punched Nick as he was closest than ran out the back door of the barracks. Several more infected chased after her, prompting her to fire backwards in an effort to stop them. The others called out, but Eve kept running, After her fainting she couldnt remember anything, she didnt know these people, yet she did. In the field was an ATV, which she promptly jumped onto and drove off as an infected tore a few strands of her hair out. It was back to her being alone, and she could see lights in the distance.

Baracuss sliced through the horde of Infected, grabbing a Battle Rifle as he chased after Eve. Nick grabbed hold of him, trying to stop him, "Let me go!" Baracuss yelled, trying to push Nick away,

"Damn it, Baracuss, get a hold of yourself," Nick slapped him across the face, but Baracuss just strugled more, "She's crazy! She's finnaly cracked! Let her go!" Baracuss finnaly got free and ran for another Mongoose,

"I lost my whole Family in this Invasion! You guys are all I have left! You're all like Brothers to me, and Eve like a sister! I already lost a sister to the monsters now living in this world, and I'll be damned if I lose another one!" He jumped on the ATV, "If you guys want to go ahead and leave that's fine... but Eve's in to hurt to go off alone! I'm going after her... and you can't stop me!" the Mongoose took off, and left the others in a cloud of dust.

As she drove faster Eve began to remember everything, feeling like a dumbass. But her ATV was almost out off fuel. She stopped near a small gas station, checking for fuel. All used up by the rampaging civilians. "Great." she said scratching her neck. Eve sat down on the ATV, rubbing her arm. Her eyes were getting heavy, and she felt more and more inclined to doing things she had always avoided. Eve ran over to a nearby wall and slammed her head into it. "Hold yourself together girl." she said, forehead to the bricks. In the bushes she heard a movement, and looking behind her were several grunts with needlers. "You come with us now !" the yelled, and Eve roared at them. The covered their faces up arms, but then an Elite stepped out. "You are coming with us." he said, brandishing a glowing white melee weapon. Eve wasted her clip at him, sending him into a blind roll. The grunts were mowed down as the rounds set off the methane in their packs, causing an explosion. The Elite jumped up from cover and came smashing down with his weapon, sawing the REC-7 in half. Then his face got close to her's, and he growled. "Idiotic move." he said, before Eve quickly drew her Mateba's and shot him in the mouth. He stumbled up and backwards, and Eve shot him until his shields collapsed and he fell into a pool of blood. "Oooh." Eve said, picking up the energy sword hilt. She squeezed down, cauisng a bright luminescent blade to explode outwards from it. "This will make people leave me alone." she said, putting it in her skirts pocket. "And this." she said, picking up a Needler and its circular crystal ammo clips, "Will kill them if they dont comply." Eve smiled her devilish smile then smashed the gas station door in. She grabbed a Slim Jim and tore it open, eating it quickly. She filled her pack with more food and some bottled water (and a few vanilla cokes) then found a door under a sign saying in bright blue letters GARAGE. She turned the door knob and inside was a Ford Truck. Eve checked the door, and being unlocked she sat in the drivers seat. Then she gunned the engine, hit the little garage open button, and blazed out of the garage down the high way.

United States/Somewhere/Inside CH-47 Chinook AF-03125 

Liam sat in the navigator's seat, in the back of the cockpit. The Copilot and Navigator hadn't survived the attack on Nellis AFB. Liam was busy figuring out the remaining fuel, the distance they can fly, and where they are going.

The Pilot spoke over the intercom, "Um, Liam, you might want to look at this...". Liam got up, and walked up to the window. The pilot pointed to a truck, driving on a dusty Highway at a pretty high speed.

"Lets go help them out. Prehaps we should offer them a ride," Liam decided. "Land on the Highway quite aways ahead of them, so they can slow down."

The Helicopter banked and sped up for a few minutes, while Liam talked to the Survivors and Minigun gunnersin the Hold. "We are going to try to get them onboard. Just in case they are hostile...be ready to shoot. Any questions?" Liam asked.

A single person spoke up, "Where are we going?". "Phoenix, Arizona" Liam said. The Chopper angled back as it desended and prepared to land. Liam bought down the ramp and jumped down onto the dusty highway, once the engines of the Chinook were idled. The Ford slowed and a figure, a person definatly, stepped out, with a strange weapon in its hand. Liam hurried over to the figure and spoke loudly over the Chinooks engines, "Hey there. You need a lift outta here?"

Eve spoke loudly back, "Who the hell are you?". Liam replied, "I'm Liam -", a large gust of wind interrupted his introduction, "and I'm helping this Chinook full of Survivors to safty Who are you?"

Eve replied, "Well, I'm Eve. I don't need help...ESPECIALLY WITH A MILITARY HELICOPTER! But if you have spare weapons I could have, that would be nice." Eve's sudden outbust suprised Liam. "Okay then."

Liam walked away, and came back a few minutes later with 2 other people with weapons and ammo in their hands. Liam began "This here is a MP-5 Submachine gun. And that is a box of 9MM ammo-". Eve interrupted, "Yeah, yeah. They are guns. They go boom. I need to get going...and its hot out..." Liam handed the gun and box of ammo to Eve, who looked at it, and put it in the Ford. Liam passed a M-4 to Eve next, who looked at it and put it in, with a box of .223.

Next, Liam took a missle launcher and passed it to Eve. "Its a Stinger. Just put the Target in sight and pull the trigger. And there is addition ammo in the backpack." He passed the Backpack to Eve, after Eve put the Stinger Luancher into the car. Liam pulled out another 2 pachages, "Here: clips for the guns. you will have to load them yourself. We have to get to Phoenix, Arizona to refuel! Good luck!"

Liam and the 2 survivors got into the Helicopter and started closing the Ramp, while Eve tried to yell something, but it was lost in the increasing sound of the Engines. They would regret it, soon enough.

Liam walked back up to the Cockpit, and sat down at the Navigator's seat, going back to calculating things. "That was interesting," He said as they flew away from the Ford.

Baracuss continued on, his Harly rubbling over the high way. His Mongoose had run out of fuel, just down the road from a gas station. He had found the bike behind it. Eve had been there as well, he knew, because the store had been looted, and a lance of dead Separatist bodies lay around the pumps. He confiscated what equipment he could and imidiantly started off again. Now, as he saw a helicopter leaving the horizon, he wished he had found better weapons.

As she drove down the empty high way at top speed, all Eve could think about was blood. And violence. And death. And her causing it. She took a long swig of the Vanilla Coke bottle she opened, trying to wash away the thoughts. But all she tasted was blood. Her lip was bleeding. The heat had made her lips crack.She licked them, then saw another gas station. She still had a full tank, why stop ? But for some reason she had too. It lured her in. Eve drove up and stopped. Infected. They were eating the station attendant. But they didnt attack her. And she didnt attack them. Close enough to touch and nothing was happening but the gnawing of flesh. Eve knelt down, and smelled the body. It smelt...delicious. She tried to pull back, but her instinct said otherwise. She bit the man's arm, tearing a chunk out. She gnawed on her piece, unable to think about anything else. Eve couldnt help it. She had been infected, days of fighting them and open wounds had to have done it. But for some reason she wasnt mindless. Sure she had a craving, but she wasnt drawn in as badly as the other pour souls who had been infected. Eve fired her Mateba, shocking herself out of her daze, She threw down the fleshy chunk and screamed. Eve ran to the car and hit the gas pedal, excelling down the high way at over 120 miles per hour. It was getting near dark, the sun would be down in an hour. She had to find a place to stay.

Day 4: Evening
United States/Approching Phoenix, Arizona/CH-47 Chinook AF-03125 

Liam sat in the Co-pilot to help the tired Co-pilot with the landing. Thank God the Helicopter had Ferry Tanks, otherwise, they would not have made it to Phoenix. They were approaching a Airfield, when somebody in the back said that there were people on the ground.

This was suprising, as the 'Covenant' were meant to have wiped out most of the Citys on the West Coast. Ohwell. The CH-47 landed, just as the sun dissappered behind a large cload. Most of the Survivors got out of the Choppa, while it was being refueled. Once the tank was full, somebody drove up in a Car and got out. with a shotgun

The person, dirty and covered in cuts with a shotgun, strated screaming about an "Infection" and "death to all still here!". No body paid attention, although some one took the Shotgun off him.

He started screaming even louder when a low, growling noise started coming from everywhere. About a minute after that began, there was a gunshot and screaming. The Survivors got back on the Helicopters while Liam and a team of 3 Army troops, that were picked up from Nellis.

They found the body of a Survivor...his head and upper torso anyway. There was Blood everywhere and blood leading away. One Army troop puked. "Lets get the hell out of Dodge."

The Helicopter's engines were idiling, as they ran back to the helicopter and closed the doors-just as thumps of bodies slammed against the Helicopter begain. A something came though a gunport as they lifted off the ground.

Minigun operators fired wildly into the mass on the ground, as someone killed the "Zombie" that made its way inside the Helicopter, while the Crazy man, Stepan, his name was, was screamng, with 4 others on the floor. -- 20 Minutes later, the Corpsman treated the 2 wounded and jettisoned the dead man that got on board.

Evelyn pulled the truck into a small pit stops driveway. She quckly opened the door and puked. The infection was getting worse, but she was still in control. For now. Eve got a tarp out of the back of the truck, and covered it up. She didnt want it to get stolen. Eve smashed the buildings window in, and crawled inside. Looking up were a woman and a young boy. Eve's infected urge kicked in, pormpting her eyes and neck to twtich violently. The boy whimpered, and Eve's mouth unwillfully opened with a large screech. The mother raised a knife, and Eve grabbed it and stabbed her with it. The boy ran across the room the window as Eve set in on devouring the mother. In seconds she was left in tatters. Eve wasnt going to let the boy esccape. She chased him out the window on all fours, snarling and growling like a rabid wolf the entire time. Then a man on a harley davidson motorcycle drove up beside her. Eve grabbed the child and bit his neck as its lights puttered out. It was Dan.

Baracuss watched in horror as Eve began to devour the child. It was obvious she was Infected, or at least partialy. Even so Dan grabbed his BR and leveled it at Eve's head, "Eve... you in there?" He said, circling his blood-thirsty friend. She payed him no attention, just continued her feast, "Come on, Eve... I'm hungry too, but eating children is a bit much don't ya' think?" He joked, trying to snap her out of it, she still payed him no attention, "Damn it, Eve! If you're still in there you better say so now before... before I have to do this," He looked through his BR's scope, making sure his aim was dead on, "I'll give you ten seconds, Eve... after that, if you haven't stopped what you're doing, I'm going to shoot..." He started counting, tears welling in his eyes. He didn't want to have to do this... but it looks like he would have to.

Eve dragged her eyes up, looking at Dan. At first she looked serene. Then he face snarle and Eve grabbed the Battle Rifle. She tossed it aside and pushed Dan to the ground. She slammed her elbow onto his ribs, then attempted to bite him. He unholstered his sidearm, and held it to her temple, but he couldnt shoot her. Dan lifted his legs and threw her against the truck, knocking Eve out. As Dan walked over, Eve unholstered her Mateba revolvers and aimed up at him. "What is wrog with me ?" she said, crying. She reholstered her guns and curled up in the fetal position. Then she stared up at Dan with puppy dog eyes.

United States/Leaving Phoenix, Arizona/CH-47 Chinook AF-03125 

They were running at full speed away from Phoenix. They lost 2 people and had 2 wounded. One of the engines was acting up too.

They needed a place to set down...

Liam spotted a small, lit up truckstop and decided they were setting down there. He went back to the scared passenger in the back. "Prepare for a hot drop!"

The CH-47 set down and, as the engines whirred down and the roters slowed, Liam walked out side and saw two figures. One he had helped before.

Baracuss aimed his sidearm at Eve's head, she was looking up at him with watery eyes. He lowered his gun and knelt down before her, "You ok, Eve..." He asked. She just buried her head in her arms, "I'm... sorry I had to act like that... I didn't like doing it either..." He heard a helicopter aproaching, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to make sure his friend was alright.

Eve looked up as the helicopter landed. The same man is before came out, with several armed soldiers and civilians. One was bleeding. Eve felt the urge to charge forward and bite him. She began to violently twitch, then pounced forward with almost superhuman flight. The soldier collapsed to the ground as Eve bit his kevlar vest. The civilains ran away terrified, and the soldiers didnt know what to do. Dan held them at gunpoint. Eve continued to bite. The man in charge held Dan back at gunpoint. And the soldiers wanted to help their comrade. Nobody knew what to do next.