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Subject: The Jungles of Hell: A new Combat Evolved Fan Fic
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For those of you who love Halo:CE and hate all of the slow biz this forum is getting, well I thought I would help you guys and post a fan fic. Enjoy.

The Jungles of Hell

A Fan-Fiction by TheEnd435

Chapter One- Bad Results to an Even Worse Situation

“McCarthy I want you on point! Baker, take rear! Keep your fingers hot!”
Barked the Sergeant to his men as they hastily obeyed his orders

“Blam! it, I hate taking point, that always means you’re the first to go.” Muttered
Private Scott McCarthy under his breath as he took up his position

“Don’t worry Scotty boy, I’ll back you up if anything comes our way!” Replied Private Adams, McCarthy’s long time friend from the CORE

“Yeah like hell you will! You’ll be the first one running!” Jabbed McCarthy

“Shut it marines! I said keep your eyes open, not your mouths!”
Howled the Sergeant, cutting off the two Private’s banter.

McCarthy turned ahead, and looked out into the murky and god forsaken marshland that
lay before him. He shivered, this place had given him the creeps ever since they had
landed here, three days ago in the life pod that they had taken to flee the Covenant Horde
that had overrun their ship, the Pillar of Autumn.

They had launched the ship with 15 men, 3 died on impact, including the pilot. Ugh, McCarthy had nearly thrown up at the sight of the pilots face, half of his skin ripped off from a head on collision with 12 inches of glass, ripping the flesh off of his face. Then two days ago, the squad had woken up to the screams of Private Moore. He was on sentry duty and the other two sentries said that he had gone take a look around because he thought that he heard something. He disappeared, but his screams echoed for hours around the deserted swamp. This chilled Private McCarthy to the bone, yet the Sergeant blamed it on the ring's nocturnal predators and ordered no one to leave camp at night for any reason.

So this meant that they were down to 11 men, just enough to call a platoon. He had an uneasy feeling as he trudged through a muddy portion, a feeling that he was being watched. His eyes scanned the trees, nothing, but he couldn’t shake his feeling. His hair raised on the back of his neck. There had been no covenant sightings since they had reached this area.
“Weird.” He thought.

Then a ticking interrupted his thoughts and thrust him back to reality, “O BLAM!” He said as he realized what that was. Everyone stopped dead, Private Adams looked up, horror plagued his stare. It was him, he had stepped on a Covenant mine.
“Ru-BOOM!
Earth flew everywhere and the last thing Private McCarthy remembered, was Adams being torn apart and having himself launched 20 feet into the air.



[Edited on 06.06.2007 8:50 AM PDT]

  • 06.05.2007 5:57 PM PDT

Nice job, but is this the end or will there be coming more later?

  • 06.06.2007 7:11 AM PDT
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Definantly more in store for you guys.

  • 06.06.2007 8:47 AM PDT
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Heres the next chapter guys, sorry it took long, been a little busy but thanks for sticking with me. Feel free to give some feedback.

Chapter Two- Picking up the Pieces

Private McCarthy woke up from an infinite darkness, sat up and coughed and the spat. He was lying face down on a dirt patch and he thought he had broken something. Then he realized he was right, it was his arm. He looked, with despair at his broken left arm.

“Great, how the hell am I to survive with a broken arm.” He thought fearfully “I have to get going though, its going to be dark soon.”

He was true, the sun he could see, was starting to sink in the sky, soon to turn dark and unleash the fears that they brought with it. He decided that it was best to check on the other members of his squad. Maybe there would still be some survivors…

He was about 30 meters from where the blast hit. There was a small crater from where his best friend met his unfortunate end. He looked around, no one. He decided to check out the area. With pain still pulsing through his left arm, his right arm though was tightly grasping his pistol as he searched the perimeter. He froze, and sank low to the ground, something had moved, about 5 feet in front of him and behind a tree. Remembering what happened to Private Moore, he pointed his pistol toward the target.

“Who is it? Who’s there? I’ll give you to the count of 3 before I shoot.”
He choked

“Wait! Hold up! It’s Baker! Private Baker! Help Me! ” A voice gasped from behind the tree

McCarthy hesitated a second and then said “Alright, I’m coming around.”

He walked around the trunk, but no one was there. “What the?”

“No no, up here.” Replied Baker

And sure enough, Baker was tangled in the branches and vines of the tree McCarthy was under.

“Alright hold on.” Sighed Scott

After about what seemed a half an hour, Baker was successfully down from the tree. He didn’t seem too injured, just a few cuts and bruises. He explained that he woke up and found himself tangled in the tree’s vines. The tree must have taken most of the damage as there was a gaping hole of broken branches leading up to where Baker was caught.

“Did you see any others?” Asked Baker

“No, I didn’t see anybody till I heard you trying to get down.” Replied Scott

They searched for about an hour, they found three others, two were dead, and the last was Corporal Janes. He had a broken wrist, but was otherwise unharmed.

It was late and the sun was setting, they made camp with what small rations and things they had. McCarthy’s arm was killing him. Baker made him a makeshift splint out of a shirt he got off one of the dead bodies, and a splint for the Corporal’s wrist out of bark and rope. They put the weapons and ammo together. Only 5 clips for the three Assault Rifles they had and 2 clips for the two pistols. This wasn’t enough if they were to survive. Survive…..McCarthy hadn’t thought of what they were going to do in terms of getting out of this place. They had no radio contact, they didn’t know where to head. It was a bleak and scary thought.

These thoughts were interrupted from a rustle of leaves, then the camp fire extinguishing with a hiss. McCarthy, jumped up, grabbed his pistol and looked around. He heard noises of a scramble, a gun went off and Corporal Janes screamed. “What’s going on?” “Who the-
All of a sudden a something kicked him in the head and he flew 10 feet and collided with a tree. The thing jumped up 20 feet in the air and McCarthy saw a medal engraved in the tattered marine uniform glint in the moonlight. It was Private Moore…

  • 06.07.2007 2:13 PM PDT
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This chapters pretty short, but sweet nontheless. Here you go.

Chapter Three- Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

But it wasn’t Private Moore. He looked like he’d just slipped through slipspace without a ship, half of his flesh looked as if it was burnt to hell and dripping off his body. His head was mangled and his hair was in tatters. He had on only tatters of his uniform and his arms looked as if they had been elongated and became tentacles. He gurgled and advanced on McCarthy.

McCarthy, horrified at this sight, fumbled backwards still on the ground from colliding with the tree. Yet, his training kicked in and he grabbed his gun. What ever this was, he was sure as blam! it wasn’t Private Moore and would unload as much rounds as he needed into it if it took another step closer.

The creature seemed to recognize what he was going to do. It swung its long tentacle like hand and wrapped around the gun and threw it into the darkness.
“O no, no no this cant be happening, what am I going to do.” Scott did not know what to do. Until one single thought entered his brain and took over. “RUN!”

He turned and started charging through the swamp. Dodging in between trees, jumping over rocks, tripping through muddy banks, Scott ran as fast and as swiftly as he could.

But it wasn’t enough.

He soon heard the things rushing in the trees beside him and swinging through the trees above. “This can’t be happening! What the hell are these things anyway? Was that really Private Moore? What had happened to him!?”

A shadow swept over the sky and landed in front of him. Then another and another. Soon there were at least 20 of these things surrounding him…..

“Well, c’mon boys, bring it!” Private McCarthy said as he whipped out his combat knife
“I may be injured and practically unarmed, but you sure as hell aren’t taking me down without a fight!”

It was useless, he knifed and jabbed, but his knife left no wound, there would be a slash mark but it would heal up a second later. Soon he was outnumbered and he felt his skull crack under a club like arm and was enveloped in darkness.


[Edited on 06.08.2007 8:56 PM PDT]

  • 06.07.2007 9:39 PM PDT
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Nice chapters, a little short your right, but good. I liked your description of the flood, the slipspace comment was hilarious. Keep writing!

  • 06.08.2007 11:16 AM PDT
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Hey thanks for the feedback, yeah Im hoping chapter four will be a little bit longer.

  • 06.08.2007 8:58 PM PDT