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They marched across the waste for quite sometime, the morning sun slowly coming over the horizon. Looking in the distance, Millie could see nothing but empty land and mountains. In this area, making some quick dash would probably end up with a bullet to the head, so that card is off the table. She lowered her head at looked down at the ground, kicking up dust. Well, looks like there's nothing to do now except wait. Good news is, seems like these humans are a little more sane than the usually. Bad news is, she's still a prisoner.
The leader of the group raises a fist, ordering the group to stop. It was so sudden that Millie accidentally bumps into Carter who is in front of her. He looks over his shoulder at Millie for a moment, giving a reassuring smile, then turns his attention back to the front. The fellow soldiers peered through their rifle scopes, keeping a look out. The man in charge takes a good minute observing the surroundings, squinting his eyes. After about a full minute of this, he turns to the men next to the prisoners. "All right, bag em'." With that, the trooper closest to Millie pulls up some dark brown sack and covers her head, obscuring the world in darkness. It felt uncomfortably warm and itchy, but with her hands bound behind her back Millie couldn't really take it off or adjust it. There was some muffled talking, a silence, and then... back to marching. They walked... and walked... and walked, several times the guard behind Millie would nudge her in the right direction or to hurry her up. After about 20 minute they stopped again and there was some muffled shouting, a sound of a gate opening, and than a lot of little noises here and there. The bags were removed, the morning sun now high enough to make Millie squint her eyes from the light. As her sight adjusted, the surroundings soon became visible. They were in a walled off Salvation Army base, well defended and well fortified. Several men and a few women around the camp were busy doing their designated tasks but a few of them took the moment to look at the prisoners, some of them sneering in response.
The leader of the group they were with was met by a uniformed lady, probably the person in charge around here. She took a glace at the captives and then signaled two of her men to take Millie and them away. The two guards led the group into a small, single story building that had the looks of a barracks. Entering, rows of cells after cells could be seen, all of them empty. They were led to the back and then pushed inside. One of the guards locked the gate behind them and they left, leaving the prisoners alone in the cramped space. After a few minutes, Carter looked around at his fellow comrades. "Everybody alright?"
They remained silent. Riley was the first to speak up. "Julia..."
There was another silence and then Carter gave a nod. "Julia was a good soldier... a good friend... she won't be forgotten." Carter then took a look over at Millie. "I'm sorry you had to get draged into this... uh Miles." They sat around the cell, waiting for what was to come.
They marched across the waste for quite sometime, the morning sun slowly coming over the horizon. Looking in the distance, Millie could see nothing but empty land and mountains. In this area, making some quick dash would probably end up with a bullet to the head, so that card is off the table. She lowered her head at looked down at the ground, kicking up dust. Well, looks like there's nothing to do now except wait. Good news is, seems like these humans are a little more sane than the usually. Bad news is, she's still a prisoner.
The leader of the group raises a fist, ordering the group to stop. It was so sudden that Millie accidentally bumps into Carter who is in front of her. He looks over his shoulder at Millie for a moment, giving a reassuring smile, then turns his attention back to the front. The fellow soldiers peered through their rifle scopes, keeping a look out. The man in charge takes a good minute observing the surroundings, squinting his eyes. After about a full minute of this, he turns to the men next to the prisoners. "All right, bag em'." With that, the trooper closest to Millie pulls up some dark brown sack and covers her head, obscuring the world in darkness. It felt uncomfortably warm and itchy, but with her hands bound behind her back Millie couldn't really take it off or adjust it. There was some muffled talking, a silence, and then... back to marching. They walked... and walked... and walked, several times the guard behind Millie would nudge her in the right direction or to hurry her up. After about 20 minute they stopped again and there was some muffled shouting, a sound of a gate opening, and than a lot of little noises here and there. The bags were removed, the morning sun now high enough to make Millie squint her eyes from the light. As her sight adjusted, the surroundings soon became visible. They were in a walled off Salvation Army base, well defended and well fortified. Several men and a few women around the camp were busy doing their designated tasks but a few of them took the moment to look at the prisoners, some of them sneering in response.
The leader of the group they were with was met by a uniformed lady, probably the person in charge around here. She took a glace at the captives and then signaled two of her men to take Millie and them away. The two guards led the group into a small, single story building that had the looks of a barracks. Entering, rows of cells after cells could be seen, all of them empty. They were led to the back and then pushed inside. One of the guards locked the gate behind them and they left, leaving the prisoners alone in the cramped space. After a few minutes, Carter looked around at his fellow comrades. "Everybody alright?"
They remained silent. Riley was the first to speak up. "Julia..."
There was another silence and then Carter gave a nod. "Julia was a good soldier... a good friend... she won't be forgotten." Carter then took a look over at Millie. "I'm sorry you had to get draged into this... uh Miles." They sat around the cell, waiting for what was to come.
Garian Jorell
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Sally groaned, "Fuck you Garian. If they haven't killed your friends already there's no way you could take on so many SA on your own. Your out numbered and out gunned." She took a moment to look at her hand, even though dressed the blood was starting to seep through. Quite similar circumstances if Garian were to look at his own injury. She let out a weak chuckle. "I hope that wound sends you to hell Garry boy." They trekked for quite awhile, following the footprints in the wastes. If Garian listened closely while whistling his tune, he could make out Sally mumbling something, not sure what though.
After a good 30 minutes or so, Garian could just make out an SA camp. It appeared to have been a newer one, as Garian had never seen or been to this one before. To scout it out, Garian decided to move himself and his captive to the hilly side adjacent to the base. He crawled up the hill slowly, attempting to get a good look at what he's up against. It was well defended and well fortified, a single main gate serving as the entrance and exit. There were two guard towers with snipers on duty, one tower at the gate and the other one opposite of the compound. There were about four military buildings set up, all quite small relative to the size of the camp. As Garian scanned however, something caught his eye. His friends! They were being led to the building furthest to the back of them camp. At least they were alive. Now... just need to think of a plan to get them. It was true, he was out numbered. It looked as if there may be about 30, maybe 40. However, it appeared some were gearing up to leave. Sally looked over at Garian and made a slight smile. "So what's the plan genius? Waltz right up there and see if they play nice?" She said giving a laugh.
Sally groaned, "Fuck you Garian. If they haven't killed your friends already there's no way you could take on so many SA on your own. Your out numbered and out gunned." She took a moment to look at her hand, even though dressed the blood was starting to seep through. Quite similar circumstances if Garian were to look at his own injury. She let out a weak chuckle. "I hope that wound sends you to hell Garry boy." They trekked for quite awhile, following the footprints in the wastes. If Garian listened closely while whistling his tune, he could make out Sally mumbling something, not sure what though.
After a good 30 minutes or so, Garian could just make out an SA camp. It appeared to have been a newer one, as Garian had never seen or been to this one before. To scout it out, Garian decided to move himself and his captive to the hilly side adjacent to the base. He crawled up the hill slowly, attempting to get a good look at what he's up against. It was well defended and well fortified, a single main gate serving as the entrance and exit. There were two guard towers with snipers on duty, one tower at the gate and the other one opposite of the compound. There were about four military buildings set up, all quite small relative to the size of the camp. As Garian scanned however, something caught his eye. His friends! They were being led to the building furthest to the back of them camp. At least they were alive. Now... just need to think of a plan to get them. It was true, he was out numbered. It looked as if there may be about 30, maybe 40. However, it appeared some were gearing up to leave. Sally looked over at Garian and made a slight smile. "So what's the plan genius? Waltz right up there and see if they play nice?" She said giving a laugh.
Dax Sierra
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Terri smiled and reach over Dax, turning off the light. Then darkness. They drifted off, cuddling and snuggling each other. It didn't take long to fall asleep, and Dax could tell, this would be a good one.
The sound of bullets rang! Dax was running... running from what? His heart was pounding, his lungs were burning, and then... a cry. It was Terri! Dax turned around to see her covered in blood, head to toe. She whispered the words... "Help me."
Then... All was silent. All was Dark. Dax was alone. Dax looked around but there was nothing to see. He tried calling out, yelling Terri's name, but nothing escaped his lips. A dark voice began to speak. "Something is coming... all will perish."
Dax awoke, jerking his head up. His heart was racing a hundred miles per hour. He instinctively looked around and noticed he was safe in the bunker, Terri laying with her head on his chest sound asleep. It... it was a dream? He rested his head back on the pillow and looked over at the alarm clock. 7:21AM. It is about time to get ready for the morning scavenge (and recon mission).
Terri smiled and reach over Dax, turning off the light. Then darkness. They drifted off, cuddling and snuggling each other. It didn't take long to fall asleep, and Dax could tell, this would be a good one.
The sound of bullets rang! Dax was running... running from what? His heart was pounding, his lungs were burning, and then... a cry. It was Terri! Dax turned around to see her covered in blood, head to toe. She whispered the words... "Help me."
Then... All was silent. All was Dark. Dax was alone. Dax looked around but there was nothing to see. He tried calling out, yelling Terri's name, but nothing escaped his lips. A dark voice began to speak. "Something is coming... all will perish."
Dax awoke, jerking his head up. His heart was racing a hundred miles per hour. He instinctively looked around and noticed he was safe in the bunker, Terri laying with her head on his chest sound asleep. It... it was a dream? He rested his head back on the pillow and looked over at the alarm clock. 7:21AM. It is about time to get ready for the morning scavenge (and recon mission).