"I don't think this is over dude. What if those horns were from something worse than the bats?""That's how it always is, the fighting might not truly be over, but I'll be damned if that keeps me from enjoying a smoke before one of those bastards gets lucky enough to take my head off. You know what they say Chris, enjoy the little things in life like smoking, nice bottles of whiskey, and that lucky moment when the giant bat man's metal disc misses."
Carl says before grinning at you and turning back to staring at the forest in the distance, as you leave to go look for something to fill your stomach you notice Carl's expression slip out of the corner of your eye. It's only for a moment, but you notice him frowning as he suddenly looks up towards the sky before shaking his head. You find it a bit odd, but ignore it do to the sudden grumbling of your stomach trying to remind you to find something to cram into it.
It doesn't take you long to find some food and drink as a pair of the soldiers had set up a stove off in one of the alleys where he was heating up food from MREs before handing them over to waiting soldiers in small tins. After about ten minutes you finally reach the front of the line and are handed a plate of what you're fairly sure is supposed to be spaghetti which you take off to the side to finish before setting off to help in taking care of any wounded in the area. Your time after that, for about an hour, is spent helping some medical teams ferry supplies and wounded people on stretchers back and forth between the outpost and field hospital. When you're done you return to the fortified post to find Carl staring up at the sky while leaning on the fifty, a cigarette lit in his hand but seemingly forgotten as he stares upwards as if trying to find something.
Even after you walk over to the sandbags next to him you notice he completely ignores you, but before you can ask him what in the name of hell he was staring at the sky for the sound of horns come again, this time followed by drums and chanting in a language you can't even begin to understand. The forest far in front you writhes as suddenly dozens of the damned bats appear upon the branches or standing next to them, but all of that pales in comparison to the group trudging its way out of the forest. Five creatures you can only describe as mutated preying mantises with four sets of arms walk out leading a column six thick and seemingly endless of people bound in chains slowly being forced forward by an escort of bats.
The mantis creatures are strangely adorned in silver robes covered in black symbols that make your eyes hurt from staring at them for the symbols seem to move, twist, and warp upon the fabric like some accursed living monstrosity. Each of them have a strange crystal hovering next to their heads the size of a soccer ball that encases a golden liquid, inside of the crystal the liquid seems to rage against its captor as it bashes violently against its prison attempting to escape. Even more absurd is the prisoners they are leading which seem to be of every shape and size, and you swear you see creatures that look like typical fantasy elves, orcs, and dwarves alongside a dozen other races you can't begin to fathom. Off to your right you hear Carl speak,
"I suddenly have a very, very bad feeling Chris. It feels really similar to when you crash your old man's car and you suddenly realized how utterly fucked you are ..."
Condition: Slightly Bruised, Couples of Scrapes and Bruises
Equipment:M4A1 [Fire Modes: Single(✓), Full-Auto() | Red Dot Reflex Sight | Loaded, Fifteen Left]
- 3 Magazines [Full]
Bulletproof Vest [Made of Kevlar, meant to stop bullets]
UNSF Uniform [Burnt, and torn in several places though mostly intact.]
Snake Ring [The head and upper half of the snake are pure black while the lower half, and tail are unblemished white. It feels cool to the touch and has a feel similar to steel. It is a simplistic rendering of a snake biting its own tail. Worn on left ring finger.]
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Topic: When the World Changed (Read 4865 times)