- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
This is where ill post my story as it progresses.
Sarge 1
"Get down here marine!" the sarge yelled. Private Cervet rushed down towards the warthog from the high rock. An explosion rocked the LRV. The sargeant ignited the warthog's engine and it roared to life. The LRV's muffler made a weird noise and then exploded. The Light Recon Vehicle went tumbling backward... with the marines inside.
The sarge was flung out of his seat and was thrown to the ground as a result of the explosion. Sargeant Alvarez lied on his back and looked up. He was dazed and he saw nothing. He used all of his current strength and stood up. He swiped the sweat mixed with blood off his forehead. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain and reached for his abdomen. A huge piece of glass vacated the area where he put his hand.
The sun was big and bright. The clouds were everywhere as well. The blue sky seemed endless. The sand and gravel under the sarge's boots were hot from constant heat. The sarge's legs wombled and he could barely stand up. He cursed and then wiped the blood on his vest.
The emotions and atmosphere were endless.
The LRV was extremely damaged. The glass from the windshield was everywhere and cracked when Alvarez walked. The muffler was gone and had left the warthog a huge black spot. A wheel was missing and the back turret was ripped off the back of the warthog. The gun was still intact but was to heavy for the sarge to use as a weapon.
"Well I won't be using that badboy again." He muttered.
The sargeant then realized that is men were gone. He looked around and found them all... dead. One had a huge piece of metal stuck in stomach. The blood was plentiful and crows flew around the corpse. A few flies also buzzed around the body. Sargeant was disgusted and said a prayer before vomiting. The rest of his men were no better. The Private First Class was laying face-down on the ground. Alvarez turned him over and saw that his face was burned and it was crumbling away. The sargeant averted his eyes.
He wondered what had caused the explosion. He stood standing and thouhgt about the answer. He knew the first explosion had been from a Wraith mortar bomb. But that was not the reason. The second was unexpected. The sarge's head felt weird and he felt dizzy, he thought that was normal.
The sun burned his lips and temporailily blinded him. He searched for his weapon but to no avail. He then discovered a pistol next to Cervet's body. The sarge almost cried, but held back tears. The weapon he had found was a M6C Magnum. It contained 48 rounds, but it would have to do.
" As long as I have a weapon and the Covenant aren't breathing down my back, i'll be fine." He said.
He also found a medpac and tried the best he could to patch himself up. He winced when the alcohol, touched his infected flesh. He tore a piece of his shirt off and beat it. Then injected a needle into himself. He almost fainted. Soon after he pulled the piece of glass out of his abdomen. He beat his tongue, so that he couldn't scream.
"Green Team, this Front Team, do you copy." The sarge said in a grim voice over a commuication radio. All he heard was static.