Post by ghostlight on May 28, 2009 14:08:54 GMT -5
He took a long drag from his cigarette; he had to close his eyes from the cherries’ glare in his night vision goggles. Blowing soft smoke rings he scans the streets from his vantage point, secured in a small corner of a demolished rooftop. His clothes blend into the rubble of the building so well he is almost invisible.
The scream alerts him before he even sees the movement. A small shambling movement of a child and two bodies’s slowly giving chase. "Where did you come from kid?" his mind is cold and calculating as he moves the goggles, he lifts the rifle from his lap and resettles his back against the pile of rubble he is using as a nest, he trains the barrel along the path of the larger body’s as he lays his cheek on the stock of the gun.
His scope finds its target, the report from his weapon is deafening but he is use to it, the empty jacket makes a soft clink on the floor between his boots. As the bullet tears through the firsts head in a fountain of brain and skull and gore he notices something important, the body falls and the child does not react, "This is wrong...this is..." a live body suddenly runs from the ally and scoops up the child, he hears her trying to sooth the child sooth the cries of fear and despair. Then the cries stop and the screams begin again as the zombie child chews through her throat.
He stands rifle trained and ready the report is instant as the child and woman are torn in two, there bloody and mangled skulls cover the wall she has now slumped against. "Jesus fucking fall out Christ there getting ...fuck what are they gettin smart...god this is just what I need". He drops the goggles back over his eyes he scans the area one last time before turning slowly.
Dropping to one knee he lays the rifle down and begins repacking his gear, carful to leave no trace of him being there, he is well trained and good at what he does him is a hunter of things in the darkness. Giddien Deshane the last member of Halo, an elite rescue squad sent into this god forsaken pit of hell before the official lock down was enacted and now he is trapped like the other live bodies.
The scream alerts him before he even sees the movement. A small shambling movement of a child and two bodies’s slowly giving chase. "Where did you come from kid?" his mind is cold and calculating as he moves the goggles, he lifts the rifle from his lap and resettles his back against the pile of rubble he is using as a nest, he trains the barrel along the path of the larger body’s as he lays his cheek on the stock of the gun.
His scope finds its target, the report from his weapon is deafening but he is use to it, the empty jacket makes a soft clink on the floor between his boots. As the bullet tears through the firsts head in a fountain of brain and skull and gore he notices something important, the body falls and the child does not react, "This is wrong...this is..." a live body suddenly runs from the ally and scoops up the child, he hears her trying to sooth the child sooth the cries of fear and despair. Then the cries stop and the screams begin again as the zombie child chews through her throat.
He stands rifle trained and ready the report is instant as the child and woman are torn in two, there bloody and mangled skulls cover the wall she has now slumped against. "Jesus fucking fall out Christ there getting ...fuck what are they gettin smart...god this is just what I need". He drops the goggles back over his eyes he scans the area one last time before turning slowly.
Dropping to one knee he lays the rifle down and begins repacking his gear, carful to leave no trace of him being there, he is well trained and good at what he does him is a hunter of things in the darkness. Giddien Deshane the last member of Halo, an elite rescue squad sent into this god forsaken pit of hell before the official lock down was enacted and now he is trapped like the other live bodies.