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by Wallenburg » Sun Jul 12, 2015 11:05 am
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by The United Federation of Terrans » Sun Jul 12, 2015 12:03 pm
Beiarusia wrote:New EvanstonPain: that was the first thing to greet the girl.
It had happened so fast, the chaos of the attack. Sam had saw the coming panic from her spot beneath the tree and had only just made it to the dormitory when the blast shook through the compound, tossing her aside like paper caught in the breeze, the wall closest to the source crumbling away in the billowing heat. The girl had been lucky, so close to being crushed by the debris of her former home, escaping immediate death with only scratches to mar her flesh. Her breathing was heavy as she pushed herself up, blood dripping from her nose and mouth to pool beneath her, a tooth lying in the center, a white island in a sea of red.
She stood, slowly, head spinning, the pain feeling worse than it actually was. No bones were broken and, despite a possible slight concussion, Sam was surprisingly okay. Moving on tepid steps, she made her way down the ruined staircase, the twisted skeleton of the building protesting the abuse. Some structural element gave way as the staircase lurched violently, the girl falling the last few steps and landing hard on her knees, pain biting away from the impact. Gritting her teeth, she continued, finding the main floor no better than those above.
Laying near what had once been the front door of the dormitory was Akiyama, back to the wall, blood seeping from a leg wound, fatigues torn and shredded from some unknown trauma. One hand held tightly to the utility bag as if the khaki fabric were a lifebuoy, the other manhandling a small radio as she yelled into it.
“Does anyone read? This is Akiyama! Intel is… fuck. Did anyone make it out?!” The woman cursed out loud as she tossed the radio as far as she could, shattering it against the floor some feet away. The ASF unit had been preparing for an emergency exfil when everything went south. No response from her men: likely KIA, and she would most probably be joining them soon enough. “Fuck my life. Damn it all!”
Rubble shifted nearby as someone approached. Akiyama had her sidearm drawn and raised in half a second, drawing a bead before allowing it to drop, Sam standing before her with terrified eyes.
Moments later the two were departing, the injured woman leaning against the young girl, pushing pass the rubble and stepping out into the ruins of the compound. The bomb had caused complete devastation, gutting the armory and leveling Vincent’s house, the dormitory barely standing as it was. No living person greeted them, the dead being all that remained, those caught too close to the blast be little more than twisted limbs and stains in the dirt. Akiyama took in the destruction with cold eyes; Sam averted her gaze.
Vincent.
Luke.
Did they make it out? Or were they…
There was silence as the two crossed the yard, the sound of gunfire dying away to that of primal howling in the distance. Infected, drawn to the compound like vultures to a battlefield, intent on feasting on those who were lucky enough to avoid one brush with death only to walk into another.
“We find a car,” Akiyama said, more to herself than to Sam, knowing of the girl’s disability but finding that speaking aloud was more definitive than merely thinking it. “We find one, and head towards Detroit. Meet up with oh-six.”
Picking through the ruined gate, they were greeted by a man lying prone against the grass, injured but most certainly alive. Sam stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing him, her heart skipping in a beat. She recognized the face. One that she had not known long but a familiar face all the same.
It was Foley.
“You,” muttered Akiyama upon seeing the wounded man before her, the Atlas vest he wore standing out like a beacon in the darkness. He was not one her own. “You’re one of them. The ambush. This is your fault. Grimm died because…” Her weapon was raised now. “You killed him!”
She opened fire.
Round after round tore into the dirt beside the man, missing their mark as Sam pushed herself into the woman, faltering her aim upon seeing what was about to transpire. Both fell to the ground, Sam atop of Akiyama, hands pressed down upon her shoulders, her look pleading. The woman tried to get up but was held down by the girl. The soldier brought back her hand, driving the fist into Sam’s side and knocking the girl off of herself. Akiyama scrambled to her feet, limping forward, struggling so that she could stand above the man and put a bullet through his head.
Sam tackled Akiyama, barreling into her and bringing them both down once more. There was a struggle to disentangle themselves from one another which ended with Sam frozen in place, the barrel of the weapon pressed against her throat, the grey eyes of Akiyama drilling in her with mix look of pain and fury. For a long moment all was still, the soldier so close to breaking in her steadfast devotion of mission first, ready to deliver some meager vengeance knowing full well that she wouldn’t survive this ordeal
A sound drew her attention.
Foley, against all odds, was on his feet now.
Akiyama didn’t hesitate, swinging the weapon to take aim, intent on killing the man. Sam fell onto her, pinning the woman’s arm with her full weight as she grasped at the kevlar vest, fingers brushing against the handle of a knife. It slid free of its sheath with a ragged pull. Akiyama brought the gun up to fire into the girl, faster than she was and capable of killing her three times over. But she didn’t. She hesitated.
Grimm.
Her entire unit.
All had died believing in the mission, sacrificing themselves for a greater cause than their own, and who was she to derail that belief now. To make their deaths meaningless. The desire to belong to a cause was much more than that of self preservation, a thought that no matter how brief was enough for all the difference to be made.
The knife missed the kevlar entirely, driving into flesh just above the clavicle, the blade burying itself into a fatal blow. Akiyama went limp, all strength leaving her as blood flowed freely. Grey eyes, hard as stone, cracking now along the edges as she gazed up to the girl sitting atop her, tears streaming down a filthy face, one that held a look of determination that far outweighed the horror of it all.
But there was no masking the pain behind those eyes.
Akiyama knew that the girl could not hear her, but speaking made the coming darkness not as bleak as she had feared it to be. Perhaps some good to come now to those disaster of a mission. Maybe she won’t have died in vain. In dying breaths she told the girl her final message. “Take the bag. Keep… it safe. And don’t… don’t die.” A long pause, breath ragged and failing. “I… I’m sorry that… we never found him.”
The woman passed moments later, Sam atop her, the determination that she had held onto with shaking hands giving way, the girl breaking down in lamentous sorrow. Sorrow for world. Sorrow for her friends. Sorrow for her father.
She could only weep as Foley watched on.
by The Union of Courland » Sun Jul 12, 2015 12:13 pm
Wallenburg wrote:President Ed Markey || Boston, Massachusetts: State House || Day 31
The President shuddered as the Canadian ambassador described his plan.
"Mr. Ambassador, I'm afraid that is out of the question. An invasion of New England! You would only get thousands killed on both sides. No, diplomacy is more important than ever. The virus has made it hard to survive. There is no reason to compound the problem with a war."
Markey stared at the man in disbelief. What has this outbreak done to civilization, to the concrete foundations of humanity? First the Remnants, now the Canadians want war. Oh, Lord, wherefore art peace a thing of the past?
"However," he added, "I am certain that the United States would be more than grateful if you were to help us eradicate the infected in Maine. I could imagine you being rewarded with settlement rights. Either way, we should wait for a federal diplomat. He should be arriving soon."
by Wallenburg » Sun Jul 12, 2015 1:08 pm
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by The Union of Courland » Sun Jul 12, 2015 2:35 pm
Wallenburg wrote:President Ed Markey || Boston, Massachusetts: State
House || Day 31
Hamilton stifled a laugh when the ambassador unveiled his invasion plan. The President, on the other hand, was stone-faced. He leaned over his desk and spoke softly to the Canadian. "I don't believe you appreciate the gravity of the outbreak. The United States has gone dark. We are doing the best we can, but even with a fighting force of several thousand we cannot cleanse much outside the walls. The low population of your nation has left you overconfident in your capacity to fight. You have seen herds, I am sure. But have you seen an entire city inundated in a sea of death, entire armies of infected mowing down survivors, unhindered by gunfire as infected trample over their fallen comrades? There are millions of infected in New England alone. Your troops would inevitably die before you could even challenge the remnants. And then you would be defenseless."
Sighing, he continued, "I agree with you that the fascists must be defeated. However, this would be better achieved by an acute strike at their heart. I am planning to send a diplomatic team to the Remnant center to mend relations. When they finally trust us, we will surgically eliminate their higher echelons. Their command structure will topple and we will reassert our independence, offering any troops uncomfortable with their corrupt government a democratic alternative: to join the true United States government, its capital here in Boston.
"You see, Ambassador, things don't work out when you rely on brute force. If we want to remove the fascists from power, we must be careful about it." He stood up, checking his watch. "I must go now. I have more business to attend to. Mr. Hamilton may continue our talks."
Markey quickly walked out, preparing to report the daily news to the city. Hamilton sat down in the President's chair, shifting the typewriter into a more comfortable position. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"The President is uncooperative. Stay away from New England until authorization is given. Launch Operation: Reclamation."
by Wallenburg » Mon Jul 13, 2015 12:12 am
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The Greatest GA Resolution Author Ever wrote:Due to more of the Econmy using computers instead of Paper The Manufactoring for paper prducts shpuld decrease because were wasting rescources on paper ad more paper is being thrown in the trash
by Beiarusia » Tue Jul 14, 2015 2:03 am
by Wallenburg » Tue Jul 14, 2015 7:32 am
by Wallenburg » Tue Jul 14, 2015 7:33 am
by The United Federation of Terrans » Tue Jul 14, 2015 9:17 am
Beiarusia wrote:Days After Outbreak: 39
Samantha Tallow // Somewhere outside Michigan City, Indiana
Sam looked through the cracked window of the small home, out and into the backyard, her eyes scanning the broken picket fence and abandoned dog house, a swing set swaying gently in the calm morning breeze. Her reflection, just noticeable in the absence of light, looked back, sad and defeated, dark bags under her eyes.
The girl couldn’t sleep.
A common occurrence nowadays. Nightmares plagued the her mind, tearing at her subconsciousness, tormenting her with thoughts of all that she had lost. Friends and family. Home after home. Sarah. Vincent. Luke. Father. Mother. All gone and most likely dead, free of this world and its suffering, leaving the young girl behind in the darkness that she had long since stopped trying to claw herself free of. She was hollow now. Numb to it all, travelling onward with little purpose other than to move ahead. Languid; not caring.
There was little point in going further, and yet she did, not knowing why she even bothered when she knew full well that nothing would ever go back to the way it was.
The sun would be up soon. Foley, asleep in the next room over, would want to be back on the road well before noon. Perhaps they wouldn’t go far but they couldn’t stay here. They had to keep moving, if only for a little bit, to stave off the inevitable.
It had been luck, Sam saving Foley’s life back in New Evanston. She had dragged him away from the road and into the bushes, moving away from the compound as the Lurkers ransacked whatever was left to be taken. By chance nothing stumbled upon them, and once he had awoken Foley had taken charge, leading Sam away from Chicago, south for a bit before moving northeast and pass Gary. Maybe he had a plan in; maybe he didn’t. Sam would follow. She had nowhere else to go as it was.
She fell away from the window, the first sparks of day breaking over the horizon. She lay back down in the bed, curled into a ball with her knees brought up to her chest, arms wrapped protectively around herself. She did not sleep but instead wept quietly, purging herself of these pent up emotions so that only the numbness would remain. In the absence of sleep this was all that she could do.
And so she cried until it was again time to pack up and move. A cycle that would be repeated tomorrow and the day after and even the day after that. Endless until she too could be graced with oblivion.
Perhaps then she could be free of the darkness.
by The Union of Courland » Tue Jul 14, 2015 12:15 pm
by Tayner » Tue Jul 14, 2015 3:22 pm
// Luke LaForge // The Trek to Richmond // Day 32, 14:09
// Luke LaForge // Richmond Safezone// Day 39, 8:30
by Partially Blind People » Tue Jul 14, 2015 3:47 pm
Vulkanas wrote:And so, after many months of fighting, squabbling, and not doing much else, nothing was accomplished.
THE END
by Wallenburg » Tue Jul 14, 2015 8:44 pm
by Nilla Wayfarers » Wed Jul 15, 2015 8:45 pm
The Greatest GA Resolution Author Ever wrote:Due to more of the Econmy using computers instead of Paper The Manufactoring for paper prducts shpuld decrease because were wasting rescources on paper ad more paper is being thrown in the trash
by Ithalian Empire » Thu Jul 16, 2015 3:49 pm
by Cumberlanda » Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:11 pm
The Sentinel:Honestly I am looking for a better signature format because this one is hot garbage
Please look at these if you wish to comment on my nation. NS Stats are not the best.by The United Federation of Terrans » Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:19 pm
by Tayner » Thu Jul 16, 2015 8:43 pm
// Luke LaForge // Dixie Confederation // Five Years Post Outbreak
by Laissez-Faire Economics » Thu Jul 16, 2015 9:31 pm
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