AN: Hello and welcome to the Prologue to Zero's Wolf pack. I hope you all enjoy this story. Warning: This chapter is a bit disturbing, you have been warned.
Chapter 1: Prologue
Ash
Ash had fallen on the blood stained grass throughout the day. The landscape was barren, the only objects that sat out in the landscape was a tree... and the thousands of the bodies of the innocent. There were no survivors, men, women, old... young, all had died. Under the tree a person stood staring at it. The man wore armour across his body, a helmet with the face of a wolf painted on its front was atop his head, and the mouth of the wolf was the helmets polarized visor. On his left hip was a small pistol painted black, on his other a short SMG with a sight and laser pointer on its side was attached.
The man looked down to see to see a charred and ash-covered teddy bear lying on the floor. He crouched down and picked it up with his left hand, it felt light and grainy to the touch. He studied it in his hand for a moment before lowering it slightly to see was had laid next to it. His emotions were quickly suppressed by the sight, yet he knew it would haunt him.
A charred corpse laid on the floor, flesh still slowly peeling off of the areas the ash had not landed upon, the areas it did beginning to preserve the body. Yet that was not the problem for the man, no... It was the face the corpse had on it, it was a face of fear. The man began to hear a young kid's voice inside his head as he thought what the child had been thinking before he died. 'Why couldn't you save me? Why?' The man sided and placed the teddy he still held on the floor where the bodies hand was. He looked up at the tree that stood in front.
The tree was burned with its leaves burned away, the remaining ones having burn holes through them. Ash covered the branches and bark. The man's vision changed to a sunny day, the tree looked young and youthful, and all its leaves hung from the branches. A boy and girl were playing around the tree while their parents set up a picnic basket underneath the branches. Then his vision shook as a wave of fire engulfed them all, returning him back to the ash covered landscape. He blinked as he slowly breathed. He stood back up to his full height and grasped with his right hand the SMG on his hip. He turned around and began to walk away, his feet leaving footprints in the ash that covered the floor.
As he slowly walked he saw more charred corpses as he walked. As he did he moved passed another man, clad in the same armour as him along with the same painting on his helmet. The man was sat against a charred and ash-covered fallen log, in his left hand a metal chain hung with a pair of metal tags attached, his right hand holding a black shotgun. The man looked up from the tags to look at the man who walked past, he then turned his attention back to the tags before getting to his feet and following the man who walked past.
The pair then walked past another person wearing the same armour as them except having a piece of metal with a blue circle on it attached to the top of the helmet, this one a woman. The woman held a long barrelled sniper in her hand as she looked at the pair, her blue visor following the pair before following along. They then walked past another man in the same armour standing on top of a ash grey rock, in his right hand an assault rifle hung downwards. The man gave slight glance at the 3 people as they walked along, then quickly stepping of the rock and joining them. Next they walked past a pair of people, one woman the other a man, who was crouched down next to each other, looking a charred corpse. The man had a large light brownish-yellow weapon attached to their back while the woman hand a large black launcher with a large cylinder in the middle. Both turned to the face the group as they walked along and quickly getting to their feet to join.
As the group walked the man that had started it stopped at the edge of a small drop, the others stopping with him. Below looked like something that would have come out of hell. Fires raged as the ground burned, ash that laid upon the ground quickly burning up even more. Thick black smoke filled up the air, this went on for as long as the eye could see, the crackling of the fires could be heard as they slowly breathed. A large roar quickly made the group turn to the sky behind them. In the air a small green ship flew through the air. It flew quite high over their heads and into the fiery lands in front of the group as a voice began to play.
"This is Pelican 8-9, are there any survivors? Please respond." A male voice said as they stared at the ship as it turned back towards them. The man at the front of the group turned to the woman next to him and gave a quick nod. The woman pulled something off her thigh and smacked it against her armour. It was a dark green coloured cylinder with a cap on the top. She popped the top off and threw it on the floor in front of the group as light red smoke came from the open end. The front man passed his SMG to his left hand before putting his right to the side of his helmet. The man then spoke a few words in a cold and monotone voice, you could feel the emotion he was trying to hide in his cold voice, it showed anger, it showed sadness, and it his cold voice showed that he was prepared to face death.
"This is wolf-Pack 5-6. Flare deployed, come pick us up... We are the only survivors."
AN: And that's the Prologue, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The idea for this story has been in my head for a while now and i just now got around to typing this part up. If you want you can review, all criticism is welcome. Have a good one,
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