Chapter One
Spartan 137- Nick gunned the warthog. Speeding across the blasted plains. His partner Spartan 334- Tank was reloading his MA5B rifle. Nick checked the supplies (okay) two M6D magnums, one combat shotgun (nooch), two SMGS, and one extra MA5B rifle. It had been days since the strange storm played haywire with their radio equipment. They were now following a strange signal towards a, what looked like, a castle ahead. The 'Hog swerved and hit a large object on the rocks.
A female civilian (err well that's what she looked like) was lying on the ground.
Unconscious she had a cut on her inner left leg. Tank applied some antibiotics to the wound. Still not getting up they checked her vitals.
"Vitals normal Nick what do we do?"
"Put her in the back and bind her arms and legs."
"All right "
Afterwards they started the 'Hog back up and continued.