Greetings, this SeekerMeeker! If you read this, let me warn you:
If you don't understand what GDR stand for, please read the first 10 chapters of "Girls Dead Rise"! This story takes place as a stand-alone sequel to Chapter 10!
I give a HUGE shout-out to aGuestfromGreece45 for this! He was the one who wrote the draft, and I am using this as an example!
This story is also a challenge for all of you readers: choose your favorite Oarai team or school from my story "Girls Dead Rise" (from Duck Team to Selection University Team) and show how you envision each team trying to survive the apocalypse!
(except for the Anglerfish Team, who will remain the MC of "Girls Dead Rise," and the Kuromorimine. Yes, Kuromorimine is off-limits now!)
Hence, the wind is blowing, and I follow the blow...
Tulta!
GDR: Finnish Fury
By SeekerMeeker and aGuestfromGreece45
Chapter 1: The Wind Blows.
Los Santos, CA, USA
4:00 PM; July 9, 20XX
"Ouch, my head..."
Mika groaned softly, shaking herself as she opened her eyes slowly.
"What...what happened?" she asked herself, trying to remember.
She carefully moved, and found her whole body aching but perfectly fine. However, she could tell that her BT-42 was not on the train anymore; the tank was in a slanted posture, as if stuck in a sinkhole.
Groaning softly, Mika tried to remember what had transpired. She remembered the last moments before getting knocked out: the earthquake, and her team's tank being thrown off from the platform it was strapped on, barreling down on the ground.
"Ah," she started to recall. "I remember...sort of remember hitting my head in the side of the turret..."
She touched the left side of her head, and noticed that her hat was missing. Her kantele, which was on her lap before the quake, was also missing. She squinted, the interior of the tank now dark from the lack of lighting. She spotted her hat and kantele, both of them close to Aki, who was unconscious. Stooping down, she picked up both of them, happy that both survived. Mika put the hat on, while placing the instrument on her lap. She then plucked the strings, and played a tune.
"Aki," she said gently, playing on her kantele. "Wake up please, because the birds sing so."
"Ahh...ouch! Wha...what happened?" Aki groaned, rubbing her eyes and touching her head. "Man, I hope I have no concussion or something bad."
"The elephant struck," said Mika, as calm as usual. "And we tumbled down into the rabbit hole."
"The earthquake caused our tank to roll off from the train," translated Aki, annoyed at her commander's demeanor. "And we fell into the ground."
"Yes," Mika answered, playing her kantele. The tune soothed Aki, but she snapped out of her trance.
"Anyway!" Aki said. "Are you alright? Mis Mikko alright?"
"Are you alright?" Mika asked rhetorically.
"I am fine," she replied back curtly, stretching. She and Mika both looked at the front, and noticed Mikko leaning on the driver's seat.
"She's hibernating," Mika remarked, plucking another tune on her instrument as she heard Mikko snoring a little loudly.
"Mika..." Aki groaned. "I will check try and wake her up."
"And I," Mika said, opening the turret hatch. "Will check the world outside."
"We'll meet you up there out!" Aki's voice echoed out, as Mika exited the tank through the commander's hatch.
While Mika was out, Aki moved down and started to shake Mikko from behind.
"Mikko," she said, stirring her up. "Wake up."
"Mm..." Mikko mumbled, but remained in her seat.
"Mikko!" Aki yelled. "This is not the time to sleep!"
Aki then shook her more thoroughly, and finally Mikko started to react.
"Augh..." she opened her eyes a little, then closed them back down. "Five more...minutes."
Sighing, Aki rolled her eyes and leaned into Mikko's right ear. She took a deep breath, as Mikko started to snore again.
"TULTA!" Aki yelled the Finnish word for "fire." This time, Mikko immediately got up, her eyes wide open.
"Yes, Mika!" she roared in response. "I am ready to...wait, oh."
Mikko looked around, the interior still familiar to her. She managed to calm down, but held her head with both of her hands. Aki watched her with silent concern.
"Ah," she groaned. "My head! Man, was I knocked out?"
"You were," Aki replied, shrugging.
"And what happened?" she asked again.
"During the earthquake," Aki explained. "Our tank was thrown off from the tank. Of course, we should be only a few meters away from the tracks, which is the logical thing."
"Well," Mikko replied. "That makes sense, hopefully."
"Come on," said Aki, turning her back and making her way to the commander's hatch. "Let's go outside, see where we are, and plan what to do next."
Mikko nodded, and followed her out of the hatch.
"What the..." both Aki and Mikko gawked, as they looked around.
Their own tank was nowhere near the train; in fact, they could not even see a railroad nearby. Instead, the tank sat in the middle of an intersection the traffic lights still blinking red, yellow, and green. All around them were tall buildings; it was obvious that they were in the middle of a downtown, with stores after stores and cars after cars around. Mika sat on one of the abandoned cars, a bluish sedan of sort.
"It seems the wind brought us here," Mika said calmly, playing her kantele. The tunes echoed ominously throughout the intersection.
"This is no time for cryptic messages," Aki moaned, facepalming. Mikko rolled her eyes in agreement, as she and Aki jumped down from the tank to check their tank. All three looked around their surroundings, as barren as ever.
"Good thing you Mika," said Aki. "Knows how to keep calm through crises like this."
"One of the winds says so," said Mika serenely. Deep down, however...
What-what-what just happened around here? Mika thought to herself. Got to keep my cool through this! What happened here? How did we move all the way here? What is going on? This is NOT the zombie apocalypse I've ever of before!"
Mika almost missed a beat on her kantele, but was able to play a tune well, so that her teammates were oblivious to their leader's true state of mind.
OK, OK! she thought to herself. We-we must be in Los Santos!
She looked around.
But... she wondered to herself. I wonder where everybody else is? Probably separated like us. But...why would the Orb do this?
"The stores are empty as the outside," said Mika, plucking a string. "Let's go."
Mikko and Aki shook themselves, startled by Mika's response. They nodded, and hopped down to look around. Mika was about to jump down from her seat when she froze.
"You have been Touched."
"Who?" she asked, still as a stone. She looked around.
"Aki, Mikko," she declared. The two turned around.
"Yes?" they asked.
"Did you...hear or say something?" asked Mika. Both girls gave her a confused look.
"You were always confusing," Aki said.
"As usual," Mikko chimed in. "At least your music was calming."
"It seems the wind is whispering to us," Mika said, this time with a serious tone, looking up at the bright, azure sky.
"Sure," Aki responded, shrugging. She already got used to her commander's cryptic messages, although Mika's serious expression implied that there was something else in that phrase.
"Wait," Mika said. "Let's check our tank, before we proceed."
The other girls nodded, but as Mika went into the hatch, the two started to whisper.
"Something's odd," Aki whispered. "She's acting more...blunt than usual."
"Let's just check the tank," Mikko whispered back. "I am just tired for the day."
"The tank is busted!" Mikko roared in disbelief. Aki facepalmed on top of the tank's front, while Mika slowly played a tune on top of the turret.
"The right track is completely gone!" Mikko boomed. "And the driving wheels are all broken, for crying out loud!"
"Plus," chimed in Aki, who continued with her face palm. "The armor is bruised and dented beyond repair, and the engine is obviously a lost cause."
"What do we do now?" Mikko groaned at her leader, lying on the turret in defeat.
"We simply follow the flow," Mika said calmly, as her two teammates facepalmed again, shaking their heads in disbelief.
"At least you're good at staying calm," remarked Aki.
"Can't be just search the stores around?" asked Mikko. "They sure look both deserted and not targeted by looters."
Both Aki and Mika nodded, and all three jumped down from their tank to raid the nearest store. Mikko wrestled with the door, then kicked it. It creaked, then crashed down.
"Huh," she remarked. "A weak door."
As they entered, Mika stopped, and went out to hear another whisper.
"The Blight comes," it said. "You must hurry."
"Who are you?" she asked. The other two looked at her, puzzled.
"I a whisper," it replied.
"Mika!" both girls roared from inside the store. "Why are you outside?"
"I blow in," she replied, then turned to answer the strange voice. "Guess you're real, right?"
"I am," it replied. "Now go."
She nodded and went inside, unaware that a helicopter flew by them...
"Guess this is enough," Aki noted.
All three girls brought out as much as they could carry, which was about 20 lb of merchandise for each. They then brought their load to their tank, putting the goods down with a thud.
"Mika," Aki said. "Mind if you watch over?"
"As long as the wind blows," Mika said. In reality, both were glad for that decision; Mika wanted to hear the mysterious whisper again, while Aki wanted to chat more privately with Mikko about Mika's change in behavior.
"Are you there?" Mika asked, playing a different tune on her kantele, one that we made to try and "lure" the whisper back.
No one answered.
"That's odd," Mika noted. "Ever since we had that dream, we felt different. I guess this is how Miho feels."
"Miho..." she mused. "Where is she? Where is everyone? Where is she?"
Suddenly, three fighter planes shot by, leaving behind trails of cloud. Mika stared, as the clouds created white stripes in the azure sky above.
"Freedom," she mused. "What must we do to gain it?"
"Is there a gun shop around?" yelled Mikko. "We need more guns and ammo to survive better!"
"But we can only carry so much," admitted Aki, as she and Mikko went out of the store, carrying more goods.
"She's right," Mika said, playing her kantele. "Life is just a-hello?"
She suddenly stood up, sniffing the air and staring into empty space.
"Here we go again," Aki sighed, watching their leader observe something.
"Can you speak to ALL of us?" Mika asked, very loudly. Aki and Mikko moved away with a start, surprised at their leader's sudden change in demeanor. Mika's normally calm face now frowned, apparently frustrated.
"I know I can hear you," she continued. "But please, answer to all three of us, please."
"Very well," the voice whispered. This time, all three heard it.
"Eh?" Aki and Mikko both reacted, dropping their goods. Piles of canned food, water bottles, and tools spilled unto the ground.
"Your weapons," it whispered. "Are not enough."
"You mean the MG 34 we have?" asked Mikko suddenly.
"But America has plenty of guns," Aki interjected. "No wonder so many people die and commit crimes here."
"Which is why," the voice mumbled. "You should go up north."
"North?" all three asked.
"You all are Touched," it replied.
"I guess we are," said Mika. "But why do you ask? Why are you here?"
"Accept the Hands of God," it curtly replied, ignoring her questions.
"Hey!" Mika roared. "Please explain!"
Silence filled the air once again, as the echoes of screams and burnings continued to reverberate in the background of the city.
"What's with that whisper?" asked Aki, shaking her head. "I've seen enough of paranormal stuff already."
"Me too!" Mikko moaned, jumping on top of their defunct tank to lie down. "I prefer tanks over supernatural stuff, thank you very much."
"It looks like we have to go," said Mika, dropping down and picking up a backpack, which she already prepared with what stuff she needed. "Aki, Mikko. Let's go."
"Now?" both girls reacted with a start, but stared as Mika started to travel up the road to the northern areas, using her compass to find the direction.
"Not again..." the two moaned, but did what they could.
"Let's just bring out private stuff," said Aki. "I got the keys."
"And I got your...zombie survival bag," replied Mikko, lifting it up. "Man, it feels a little heavy!"
"Need help?" she asked.
"Nope," Mikko replied. "Just carry a backpack and a bag. This bag is big enough."
The two then hurried to follow their leader, dead set on traveling up north. Far away, a strange, transparent object started to hover over the girls, then un-cloaked to reveal a helicopter, the same one that appeared from before.
"What's your status?" a radio voice echoed.
"Three girls from Senshadou," a pilot replied. "It looks like they're looking for the Hands."
"Track them down," it replied.
"Yes sir."
I give a shout-out to aGuestfromGreece45 for this! Thanks to him, it is easier to write a spin-off story, and it gives me something to think about for my current story!
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Panzer vor!