After the storm
Book 1
Survival
Chapter 1
A door slammed.
On the other side of that door lay the wilderness, cold, unforgiving, and lethal. On this side, relative safety, sustenance, and shelter.
Inside a dimly lit room there were four people playing cards. If one looked closer they would guess that they were playing some form of poker.
They were all wearing the standard Mark VII civilian issue Mjolnir armour, though they could not remember that title if they tried. They just called them clothes.
One was a woman, and the rest were men.
One of them had a straight flush. None of them cared. They were all looking at the man who just entered, as if expecting something.
He, like the others was wearing the armour. It was a dark green, as opposed to the others' armour, but otherwise unremarkable. He also held a bag slung over his shoulder.
"Outpost 5 just fell. They put up a fight, but couldn't hold them off. I just got news over the com' while I was out hunting." He said after a moment, his voice tinged with sadness. He had a light voice, slightly higher pitched than the average man but not enough to be noticed.
"Damn, that's only a few klicks from here." Swore one of the men. He was wearing a slightly off, olive colored suit of armour. He sounded tired and unhappy, as though something was constantly worrying him. There was a hint that he had a very handsome voice once but that all he had been through had worn it down.
"That's what I thought as well" The one by the door said, as he put down the bag, revealing a few cans of food.
"Where did you get those?" The woman asked as she went over and started to pick through the food. She was wearing a reddish brown coloured suit, kind of like dirt that has a lot of rust in it. She had a light, fair voice. It made one pity that she was in such a situation at all.
"At some old variety store that I found. There should be enough food in there to last us at least a couple weeks." The dark green guy replied as he went over to the table and sat down.
"Good, the less we have to go out, the better." One of the last two men said. He was wearing a dark brown coloured suit, like the bark of a tree. He had a deep, resounding, voice. There was a serious tone to it, a no-nonsense tone that made you think that it seldom made any useless sound.
"Are you kidding? The way Frank eats it'll last less than one week!" She laughed back. Her laugh was like a high, beautiful music. It was the laugh that few ever could have in their lifetimes, and made other want to laugh along with it.
Suddenly the light in the room flickered then went out. A rough voice was heard from where the remaining man was. The voice seemed very commanding, and seemed to demand respect.
"Ok guys, looks like it's time to got out of here. We knew they'd find us here eventually. It looks like they've cut the power. If we're lucky we can still sneak out of here before they get to us."
That was when all hell broke loose.
I do not own, or claim to own anything from halo or from any other referenced series (even though I can't think of any others). I do own the characters though.
I would like everyone to bear with me because though this is in the halo section, it is very loosely based on it and is supposed to be an alternate dimension sort of thing. some concepts and even maybe some people will be the same, but for the most part it will be very, very different.
One thing, I would like suggestions on how best to seperate the dialogue from the narration. I'm hoping that the Italics works for now, but I want a better, easier on the reader way of doing it.