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Chapter one by Danny Solis
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The Never Ending Nightmare
Date: 10 December 2004, 3:54 AM
The Never Ending Nightmare
Chapter one,
What the fuck is that thing?
"Aaaa!" Cried Fred. I turned around in time to see him fall in a heap; he got cut down by a burst of plasma fire. God dam it, I muttered. Keep going! It was going bad. We were on the run. Cut off, surrounded and basically fucked. I knew it was over as a Elite in Red clad armor groaned as it gave chase. It leads the charge. I hid behind a tree, cocked my M 90 and was ready for hell. Sam and Zack were ahead of me, I told them to keep going. I would stall the incoming forces.
The beginning of the end (flash back until told otherwise)
Our original mission was to go on patrol, we did that. We found something organic. It was something so vial so disgusting. Words can't describe its name. All I know is that there were thousands of them all over the complex. We were in a convoy, 3 hogs a tank. It all went to hell when we got to the gates. It was a large building, looked very complex. We arrived by lift. Now were on the run. We were just marines sent down to secure a item. We didn't get far.
We got to the gates as a mob of covenant forces stormed out in panic. They were being chased by some zombie like appreciation. I saw those dozens of zombies jumping 13 feet in the air it landed on our warthog, raped John, he was riding shot gun I jumped out of the driver seat and told Bill to do the same. We blasted the creature, it was cut in half. We looked at the body and realized in horror. It was a elite but it was changed. It was dead. Dead dead it was horrible the smell of it mad me gag.
We had no time to fuck around we got back in the hog and called the retreat. This was out of our jurisdiction. No way in hell are we facing zombies? No way, this is just like some sci fi game but the reality is that this whole way of life things now are like a video game... just like in earlier times. Horrible we drove with the survivors, we lost a hog in a blast 3 of the creatures landed on it and killed the crew. In mock horror we looked at the marines being torn to pieces 3 were killed instantly from neck cracking. 2 put up a fight they were beat down by some large wipe like appendage.
We were with the tank by then. I saw a 3rd warthog appear. I looked back and said what the hell, we lost that one?! The corporal barked "yes we did!" "Sir!" it's being driven by the creatures! "Its firing at us" Master Sergeant, take out that hog on the double I yelled into the com. The tank gunner was in dismay and turned the barrel and fired. The hog was blown to bits.
We saw 2 Ghosts zoom at us; they were going for the tank. Behind it a Scepter was in tow, with 4 pissed Elites. I warned the tank crew, they turned the main gun and fired at a ghost it was torn to pieces by the large round. It was peppering the other ghost with its chain gun, and my gunner was doing the same. The other warthog was concentrating on something more horrendous. A trio of Ghosts was driving lazily. They showed no concern for there lives. They were engaged. One was taken down by the gunner. One was taken out by the tank. I heard a loud bang looked to my side and realized that one kamikazed into the warthog. It was blown to shreds. I yelled in horror Jake! Ted! Anyone alive? I knew they were dead and pushed my foot through floor.
Brief respite? Hell no!
The tank hit a bump, it flew sideways as 3 Ghosts and a Specter rammed it, they were boosting. What ever we were fighting it was organic,parasitic,and intelligent. The tank gunner fired at the specter the 4 men on hot seats bailed out and 2 were cut down 1 made it to us. He jumped in the side seat in. The other told us to keep going. He ran toward the ghosts, leveled a rocket launcher and fired at both as they nearly ran him over. He yelled as he fired. The explosion sent him flying he was torn apart mid air. The tank exploded in a heap of blue red flames. The infected Covenant vehicles were all destroyed.
"We can't keep this up!" yelled the gunner. Shut up Zack I yelled. He fell silent. The person in the side seat was frozen he was in shock. Relax buddy, what's your name I said as I dodged an incoming ghost. "Im Sam sir" he replied. Ok nice to meet you, now look grab that launcher behind you. And take out that banshee over there before were all dead? He nodded silently. The gunner focused on a Phantom. It was being boarded by surviving Covenant. Its 3 guns were not even bothering us, it focused on the onslaught of the creatures. There were small sphere shaped creatures thousands all over the place. They were going inside the ship! They were levitated inside, some of the elites tossed nades at the zombies. They stuck and they jumped and blew mid air. The elites jumped in the phantom via the grav pad.
Doors unlocked, let's close them if we can!
It was chaos in the troop/cargo zone. The operators section was locked by then and the surviving Covenant were in panic. The gunner sections were also locked and continued to support the drop ship. 2 cowardly Unggoy's were hiding in a crate with plasma rifles at the ready.
A trio of Kig-Yar's crated a phanex formation with a Sangheili in back. The majority of the Unggoy's that were outside were dead. The surviving 3 were firing with plasma rifles. They were popping many infection forms, or Flugs for short.
A Lekgolo went down, its bond brother cried a moan of anger and went into a frenzy and killed the remaining Flugs. There job was done. It was safe in the Phantom. So they thought. 2 Combat Forms lunged from a hidden cargo module and killed Elite and broke in to the command zone.
The 2 Pilots were in Red clad armor. For they were Omegas, they were Sangheili. They beat down the flood but that made them lose control. The Phantom went into a mad spiral. The inhabitants of the Phantom were killed as they crashed into a cliff and fell into the deep less abyss below. They sunk into the water.
The Never Ending Nightmare Chapter Two
Date: 18 December 2004, 11:31 PM
Chapter 2
Home at last? ...Oh god no not more of them!
We parked our torn hog inside a cave. We took out the survival gear and set up camp. The 3 of us were glum horrified by the events. Sam, Zack, you guys ok? They just dropped to the floor, landed on the grassy plains of Delta Halo. "Why the fuck did I become a marine?" Said Sam. I looked at him and told him if we don't save humanity who will?
We need everyone. If every civilian became a soldier we would have a larger chance of survival. "We need some civilians Danny, were not all meant to be soldiers." I know Zack I know; we just need to push them back. Fucking aliens, always destroying us now were dealing with Zombies! ZOMBIES for fucks sake what is going on in life?
"I don't know" said Sam, "he set up the com and opened a "MRE" a ready to eat meal." "He peeled the aluminum foil off made it into a ball and tossed it down the cliff" I looked down it was dark nothing was possible to see down there.
I called up the Amber Clad. This is 1st lieutenant Danny Solis. I am requesting immediate extraction. We were Patrol group beta. Were currently in sector, give me the dam TAC map Sam. Sam handed over the small device. I entered commands and encrypted the message and sent it. It was safer than just saying it on the com.
"This is Ensign, Silvia Lock Heart. We cannot accommodate your request at the moment, all available drop ships are being used for other operations. There are many wounded soldiers and platoons needing evac and drop off of fresh reinforcements. We will however be able to pick you up in 3 hours. There is a free pelican at that time. You will be picked up then, and will receive a call before it." Said Silvia.
We don't have 3 hours Ensign. There are parasitic creatures on the lose. "We know that Lieutenant, we are trying to avoid these new creatures as best as possible" What the hell does that mean? There fucking Zombies for Christ sake. They took out a convoy of 2 warthogs and a tank. "..., um sir your going to have to wait for us to come, all I can advice is to lay low and not create any unnecessary commotion or movement, stay put sir" "Evac is going to take a while well pick you up" said the ensign in a calm but subtle manor.
Very well Ensign. The COM went dead. We stared at each other for a moment. We knew we were screwed. I pumped some shells into the shotgun and cocked it and put on the safety. I slung it over by back. Sam had just finished creating a perimeter with scanners he placed around the ground. We had a 35 meter radar set up. It showed if any contacts were nearby. If we were going to be attacked we will know.
It's quiet, too quiet...
Zack set up shop. He got all our weapons and ammo stowed up. He set up the small yet powerful portable computer on a boulder overlooking a slop going down. He got into the Umber Clads battle. He kept us posted on battle updates and carnage reports. "So far we lost 3 patrol groups to the zombie like creatures. 1 of those groups also has survivors. Well were not all alone. There is another patrol about 18 clicks that a way" Zack chimed in.
I trust there having better luck than we are? "Well they managed to save 2 warthogs but are out of gas if that counts." Replied Zack. Well we better get ready for anything men. "Sir Yes Sir" barked the marines. Zack held a Br55, a battle rifle with an auto scope built in. It fired 3 round burst of 9.5 mm round ammunition. Its magazine size was limited to 36 rounds but it was a good long to medium range weapon.
Sam held the M 19 SSM Rocket Launcher. It had a 2 magazine capacity and had a ammo pack built in to the 2nd part of the unit. It held 3 rocket packs of 2 rounds each. We also had half a dozen SMG's with over 3 thousand rounds of ammunition. We also had our side arms, our M6C Magnum. It had a 12 round clip. It was a variant of the M6D but striped down. It was less powerful but had less recoil and a greater rate of fire. It was a powerful hand gun that could save your life if needed. It sure couldn't take down an 8 foot tall Elite but it could take down a grunt any day. In the hands of a pro it could really cause trouble with 2 of the baby's in hand.
It was dark. I felt something around me. I looked around. My eyes met Sam's gaze he looked at me worriedly. "What's up man?" he asked. Something's wrong. I looked at the motion tracker. It showed all clear. Hmm... I don't like this, we should be found by now? We have 1 hour and 20 minutes left till extraction. In a flash the motion tracker blinked full of red contact lights. It just suddenly erupted with enemy contacts. Get ready for hell gentlemen. I expect were ready for our guests? "Sir Yes Sir!" Sam grumbled sacredly.
Sentiments at last, come by brethren we shall drain there existence from the bodies, and fill our hunger at long last!
A trio of Combat forms was walking up the hill to the cave at the top. The lead one stopped it hooted and barked. It gave the signal to the rest to advance. One of them went back to get the rest of the group, for they were the scouts. Sent into find suitable hosts. The messenger ran back to the mob down the hill. It gave a low pitched kneeling wail of authority and ran back up the hill it lead the charge with full force. The 2 remaining combat forms were already engaging the Hosts.
There were many losses on the Floods side. There was a human perched in the human turret taking out as many of his brethren as possible. That was a personal insult. The ex marine lunged upward into the darkness. It landed 2 feet from the gunner. From out of no where a rag tagged marine fired a shotgun at the would be assassin. The combat form was thrown backwards. The infection form nearly passed out from the instant pain. The human host was already out of resolve by the draining process by then. So he felt the pain alone. The infection form crawled in the ground in horrendous pain. Somehow it managed to yell a last command before it died. It gave the loudest and high pitched scream. Part human part beat it was all evil. It was a menacing war cry. It made the Flood go into frenzy. They were in rage of there lost leader.
The gunner jumped out of the LAGG gun and gathered up 2 SMG's from his hip straps. He ran back to the rest of the humans. Putting up a last stand. They were going to be consumed by the fury of the Flood. There bodies will have sufficient bio mass for worthy combat forms. The marines kept fighting. Their leader tossed a shotgun to the ground and primed and tossed 2 grandes into the oncoming mob. They detonated sent carrier forms flying and killed any in the blast. A marine fell over from a barrage of plasma fire. A nearby human grabbed him and dragged him inside the cave and tipped over a crate in the entrance.
Clear the landing zone, the Calvary is here!
My Head set snapped to life and a voice came though. "This is Sergeant Joe Smith, anyone order pickup?" said the sergeant as he manned the back lagg gun. He was tearing apart the flood that had the stupidity of being in the light. The chin mounted gun was taking out Flood as well. I looked up into the sky and saw flood lights. It was here! The pelican has finally showed up. 15 minutes early for that matter too! Six marines jumped out, wearing flashlight mounted helmets. They created a perimeter and helped take care of Zack who was wounded from burst of fire. He was put in the passenger seat. The marine that saved Zack turned in horror as he faced a dozen infection forms. He fired a panicked burst at the group. 2 made it. He did a melee on one. And the other got to his neck it tore open a hole and taped into his spinal cord he dropped immediately from the pain. His open would poured out an ocean of blood. He moaned in pain and horror. He was shaking. I grabbed him and killed the infection form with a punch it popped. I tossed him into the passenger seat of the hog a medic immediately took out a bio-foam pack and placed it over the wound. He doesn't have a lot of a chance of survival.
We took out a last wave and boarded the Pelican. I grinned In sheer tenacity as I sat down. Guess we did make it out alive huh? I said to Sam. He nodded glumly "um sir?" "How the hell did we live through that?" I don't know Sam I don't know... I passed out 3 minutes later. The Pelican glided into the night sky toward the Amber Clad.
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