AN
Welp, looks like I started another story. Guess I really do hate myself... And it's a Warhammer FF? Wow, I must really hate myself. Anyway, please review and let me know what you guys think! Enjoy.
Time: 2045 A.D.
Location: Rio Grande, South America
So apparently the world is ending.
Let's start from the beginning. The year is 2040, and Earth is doing wonderfully. We managed to turn around our greenhouse gas problem, revert global warming, and generally improve the life of the general population. Science, the arts, all of it was making leaps and bounds, with new tech being slung around every day it seemed.
Then IT came.
It was on October 12, late in the day, maybe 7:00, when the meteor showed up. It came flying through the sky like a fireball, streaking across europe, the atlantic, before finally touching down somewhere in rural New Mexico. Official report says the feds got to it before anyone else and took it to Area 51 or something, but no one really knows.
All we do know is that a month later, a military cargo plane was shot down by the Russian government somewhere over the Yukon in Canada, and they got to it before the U.S. could respond.
Not even a week later, war is declared, pitting us and our allies against Russia and theirs. Unsurprisingly, the United States, NATO and the rest of our allies wiped the floor with Russia and her allies, and promptly occupied the Slavic Alliance, taking places like Kazakhstan, Belarus, Ukraine and the other countries in the motherlands sphere of influence.
All was fine (relatively speaking) for about three months, when the U.S mobilized a lot of soldiers and sent them to a series of russian military facilities called Kelkorev, located near the municipality of Yanranay. Everyone assumed that we were just putting down the last throes of resistance, a couple of crotchety old russian generals holed up in some hidden bunker.
Thoughts began to change when after a week, U.S. soldiers were still being sent up there, with increasingly powerful supplies and vehicles. Even with the press being heavily censored, some details still slipped through, like the small fleet of gunships flying in, or the photos of an entire procession of hovertanks cruising into the depths of siberia.
After two weeks, 'The Video' was leaked. Apparently, a journalist with balls of steel snuck onto a truck and got almost a half hour of unedited footage of the incident which would be what would become known as First Contact, or Operation Extinction.
The video opens with footage from the back of a supply tuck a mile or so away from the outskirts of the complex. Not even five seconds in, gunshots and explosions are very clearly heard, and the entire truck full of soldiers was muttering nervously amongst themselves. About three minutes in, the truck comes to a stop, the gunshots playing havoc with the audio, making the gunfire all that can be heard.
The cameraman shifts as much as he can to get a good shot of the action. The camera shakily pans to capture the outer walk of Kelkorev in grim detail.
The place is in ruins, fires are raging across the entire shot, and a variable fleet of helicopters, hovercraft and gunships are strafing the complex with heavy ordinance. Rows and rows of soldiers stand behind heavy barriers and sandbags, rows of sharpened stakes and miles of barbed wire trying to contain...something.
While the video quality was not ideal, to say the least, the images of what the military was fighting was more than enough to start a global panic.
There was a point, about five minutes before the end of the video, where a brief lull in the suppressing fire let them strike back. A full ten seconds of silence, and then the most ear rending, piercing shriek the human race had ever heard, a sound like thousands of nails on chalkboards and thousands of hissing snakes all screaming over each other, as the creatures responsible began to pour out of a breach in the perimeter wall.
Each being was identical, the only discriminating factors being the degree to which they were injured. Each one resembled some twisted cross between a lizard, chimpanzee, and some kind of monstrous beetle. Their lanky, emaciated, ape like torsos and forelimbs were wrapped taunt in greyish white scales, long, double jointed legs giving them a long, loping stride, balance held by long, stiff tails, which swayed as they bounded across the empty ground towards the lines of soldiers. Their backs were layered in thick, white plates of insectoid chitin, each section lighting up in a bright red glow as each individual creature locked onto a target with their reptilian heads. With skulls like bulky alligators, each lipless jaw possessed dozens of razor pointed fangs, always exposed to the world in a demented, toothy grin, as their four eyes, each set deep into the skull to give two sets of binocular eyes, smoldered in a shade of solid, glowing crimson, each triangular organ glaring at their chosen target.
As fast as any horse, each one of them streaked towards their chosen target, bounding over the rough, uneven ground with an alien grace and fluidity, four inch claws digging into the ground, pulling them ever closer to the soldiers pouring fire into their bodies, sending up sprays of bright orange blood.
The camera focused on one point of the attack, where already dozens of the creatures had died, their bullet riddled bodies leaking orange in heaps, which others hissed and screamed on the ground, tangled in barbed wire and impaled on stakes they'd flung themselves on in their fury, still clawing and snapping at the soldiers that poured gunfire into them.
A single beast leapt into the midst of the soldiers, it's quadrupedal form giving it unparalleled agility, hissing and screaming as it roared in wild bloodlust, standing only three feet at the shoulder, but nine feet long from snout to tail tip. It lunged at the nearest soldier, who reacted with a kick, the mechanically powered exo-suit enhancing his strength, caving in the monsters skull. It seemed one, well equipped soldier was able to deal with these things easily enough.
That didn't seem to matter too much, given that hundreds of them were now pouring across the soldiers, dozens of them ganging up on each, tearing them to shreds with their claws and ripping them apart with their jaws.
The last shot of the video is that of a beast standing on its hind legs, human blood running down its chest and a severed leg in its arm. It opened its jaws impossibly wide, nearly 180 degrees, its lower jaw separating into two, a glowing red membrane in between as an earsplitting roar burst forth from its throat.
The thirty minutes of nightmare fuel that set the world on fire was the only warning we got. But it was already too late. Already martial law had been declared all across europe, with all forms of non-military transportation being prohibited.
Only a week after Kelkorev was overrun, the world's militaries had set up a modern day maginot line at the edge of russia, and only two weeks after that, a final line of defense was being prepared in Germany, as what was left of Poland and the slavic countries burned. At this point, it wasn't very surprising when Germany fell, then France, Spain, and the rest of mainland europe.
Great Britain managed to hang on for a good month or two, and managed to give the rest of the remaining countries a fighting chance. They managed to capture one or two, trying desperately to find some critical weakness of the the creatures, now known as the 'Kelkorev'.
But the upside of this was that they actually managed to get a valuable piece of information; the Kelkorev are unable to function in saltwater, essentially making seas and oceans impassable barriers to them. But just as the rest of the world breathed a sigh of relief, another problem presented itself.
As expected, the apparent apocalypse had resulted in the formation of a few religious cults, devoted to worshipping the Kelkorev as divine weapons, sent down from the heavens to cleanse the earth. These deranged psychos took it upon themselves to spread their message, specifically by smuggling a few Kelkorev into Britain.
Within a week, the British Empire was finally gone.
After they polished off the remains of the U.K., the Kelkorev moved all of their attention to the rest of the world. While the majority of the earth's focus was on the war for europe, the Kelkorev had been launching a crippling assault on Asia, swallowing up the Korean Alliance and Japan in days, having been brought to the island nation by cultists, suffering the same fate as Britain.
China lasted for some time, falling after a month, with India following shortly after, and southeast asia after that. Once europe and asia was under their control, the Kelkorev moved onto Africa. Going through the middle east and down through Russia, sweeping through the deserts with ease, until they were stopped by the Israeli-Egyptian Alliance. They dug their heels in, and threw everything that had at the greatest defense the world had ever known.
For three months, they held the line between the edge of Israel and the Suez Canal, and turned the land in between into hell. Everything was thrown at the Kelkorev, stopping them in their tracks, just trying to buy more time to evacuate as much of Africa as possible, before they were eventually overrun.
Then, with the approval of the remains of the Israeli-Egyptian Government, the U.S. went nuclear. Seven, 15 megaton nuclear warheads were detonated in the triangular piece of land between Egypt and Israel, buying Africa a little more time, which was sorely needed, now that a second incursion into Africa (thanks to cutlists in southern Spain and northern Morocco) was in progress.
By the time South Africa was lost, nearly seven hundred million people had been evacuated to south and north America. And in that time, southeast asia had fallen, cultist facilitating the jumps to Indonesia, the Philippines, Papua New Guinea, and Australia.
After three weeks, the rest of the world officially went dark, leaving America alone. The Pan-American Alliance was created, and incredible effort was put into trying to live with a new seven hundred million refugees, and for six months, it almost looked like we were going to make it through this.
And then they brought it here. For research. I guess they felt they needed to get a return on their investment.
No one bothered to tell the rest of us. We only found out when they nuked Area 51, lightning up the Nevada Skyline in atomic fire. And then everything fell apart again, because of course it didn't stop them.
We held out for quite a while, and I'm rather proud of that. It took them half a year to finish us off, chasing us down to the tip of South America, where we are right now. We're about to make a last ditch attempt to get out of dodge, but I'm just trying to stay hopeful.
There are rumors that New Zealand managed to escape this whole nightmare somehow, so we're stealing a boat. The plan is to gun it for the island, and hope for the best.
Hope is a funny thing. It can come from so many place, but like many people in times of crisis, ours came from religion. Something I'm rather proud of in fact, given it was my son who did it to us.
I, being in the U.S. military, essentially took charge of our band of survivors, and as such, my son had quite a few people who took him seriously. He recognized that there was nothing that was keeping us motivated to survive beyond basic human needs, and the entire group was feeling it. At least one every week or so, someone would die in their sleep. Not suicide, they simply didn't want to see tomorrow. They closed their eyes, and never woke up, the dreaded bleakness of the future sapping the will to live from them.
So me and my son evangelized our band of misfits. He had some old books with him, antiquated relics from the start of the 21st century, and we just acted like it wasn't pure fiction.
And it worked. Once we got everybody on board, it all got better. No one has died in their sleep for two months, we've been more happy and motivated than ever before, and general quality of life has shot up dramatically.
But anyway, we're about to take off, so depending on how this goes, this might be the last time I write in this journal.
Take care South America.
Time: 2045 A.D.
Location: Somewhere in the Pacific
"Hey Adam," Said Jack, leaning over the side of the commercial fishing trawler, half eaten nutrition bar in hand, "how're you doing?"
"I'm doing well," Adam sighed, gazing out across the grey sky, "still seasick."
"Well, the open ocean isn't for everyone…" Jack said, taking another bite, grimacing at the bland, somewhat earthy taste of the bar. "If you're feeling off, you should go back below decks, keep playing around with your guns."
"Jack." Adam glared at him, then glancing down, looking almost worried at the sight of a bulky handgun in a holster on his hip. "You know better than to insult them like that, they deserve respect."
"Sorry, I'm just messing with ya," Jack waved him off, as Adam began to turn around, moving to head down into the ship again, "see you later!"
"You as well," Adam called back, opening the door, a patch displaying a gear, half black, half white, with a skull, also half black and white, in the center, on a strip of fabric on his shoulder, "I'm going to go bless our guns again, just incase."
"Sure thing, take care."
"Thanks Jack." Adam said, as he crossed his arms over his chest, hands open, making the appearance of some kind of winged bird, with two heads (represented by his thumbs). "The Emperor Protects."
"The Emperor Protects." Jack responded, mimicking the gesture. Once Adam had left the deck, he turned and sighed to himself, his gaze once more falling on the grey horizon.
"I'm glad no one here knew anything about Warhammer."
AN
HAHA! And so we have the groundwork for my newest ambition. Please review and let me know what you think.
-Athk0r3
