Authors note: This is the first story I've done here, it's not much right now but if I get Reviews and people like it, I'l try to extend my work beyond the planned three or five chapters. Please if I have miss spelled any thing or have gamatically messed up, let me know so I can learn from my mistakes. Thanks in advance!
The room was dark, the floors and walls stone cold. The floor was covered in a wet, sticky fuid. With no like it was hard to tell. Even the door seemed like stone. No light came from the cracks that were there. The air was cold and dry with the putrid stench of death. A beam of light at the center of the room seemed to burst into existance as a heavy wooden 'trap' door was pulled open at the ceiling. Something fell through the hole in the ceiling. It appeared to be a human body. The body hit the floor with a dull thud. The limbs splayed about in such a way it was obvious that the body was just that. A body. The thud seemed to draw attention as there was shuffling in the darkness. A gaunt looking man shuffled from the darkness and into the light, toward the body. The man looked up, revealing to it's unseen watchers it's dark, bloodied and disfigured. The dull watery eyes, the unnaturally pale skin and the way his mouth limply hung open, showing extra, crooked teeth. The unseen watchers seemed to have seen enough and let the heavy wooden 'trap' door close, blocking out the light, engulfing the man in darkness.
Three days passage of Time.
Light burst into existance as the rough wooden 'trap' door was pulled open once more. The floor where the body had fallen was now bare, save for a new layer of dried blood. A new body fell through the opening, the limbs splayed about like a rag doll carelssly dropped by a little child. Shuffling soon sounded after the thud. Moments later the man from before shuffled from the darkness, followed by a second man, it was the body from before, now standing on weakened limbs with pale skin that had once been tanned. The two men looked up, the second man's face was covered in dried blood with chunks of his flesh missing. The door closed, leaving the two men in darkness.
Seven Months Passage of Time.
"Hey. Hey you! Wake up!" Eyes fluttering open, pain flooding his mind and personal being. It took him a moment to focuse. His mind was numb with pain. He shook his head and regretted it instantly. His head burst into a new wave of pain. "Aah! My head..." Memory was slow, but he began to remember the essensials. He was Corpral Stevens, Eclipse squad, third platoon. He was on his way to meat Captain...Captain...Captain who? His memory seemed to crash, another wave of pain waved over him. "You alright sir? You don't look so well?" That voice seemed conserned and...Feminin? His eyes finaly focusd. He looked for the source of the voice. Just to his left was a woman that had dirty blonde hair and a slightly small nose. Private First Class Franklin. "Ugh, yeah, I'm fine." Franklin sighed and smiled wearily. Something was odd about her...Out of place. It took Stevens a nearly a whole minute to find out what. Her left arm was limp and completley covered in blood. Her fave was smeared with it.
Quickly sitting up, Stevens looked her over. Her left arm wasn't just limp, it was have torn off. She wasn't at his side by her choise at all. A peice of shrapnel had lodged into her check and abdomen, holding her in place. We crashed! Stevens along with the men and women of Eclipse squad had been on their way...Somewhere. They were in a...Pelican? Something went wrong, the Pilot lost control or something. They were just above a jungle and had quickly lost altitude. "Status?" The word slid out of his mouth like oil on metal. "Looks like we're all that's left sir. I'm a bit stuck right now." Stevens grimaced at how casual she spoke, the pain must be horrible. "Don't worry, I can't feel much if I don't move..." Her words were filled with pain and were forced, she wasin more pain than she was letting on. Standing up, Stevens took stock of himself. Other than a bump that was causing the pain in his head, he was fine. "I'l be right back" Stevens walked towards the exit of the troop area. Stopping just at the edge of the metal floor. The Pelican was at least ten meters from the ground, held above the jungle floor but the trees themselves.
The Pelican shifted, nearly sending Stevens to the ground below. "Whoa!" Stevens backed away from the edge. Franklin let out a moan of pain before passing out. He quickly went to Franklin, checking her pulse. She was alive, but her pulse was eratic. Her breathing was deep and ragged. Stevens had a M6G pistol holstered at his left hip. His BR55HB SR Battle Rifle was missing, as was any other weapon other than a M7/Caseless SubMachine Gun. He crouched, grabbed the SMG then rose to a stand. The Pelican shifted again, this time knocking Stevens over. A sense of free fall came over Stevens as the Pelican dropped from the thick tree braches that held it. A loud Boom acompanied by being slammed into the floor told Stevens, rather painfully, that the Pelican had hit the ground. Stevens rolled over onto his stomach and stood. Franklin lay on the ground, her chest and abdomen ripped out with the shrapnel. Her mouth open in a last scream of pain and torment, her eyes open, tears formed from the pain she must have felt. Tear streaks ran through the half dried blood on her face. She was gone. Stevens just stood there a moment before stepping up to her body and kneeling by her body. He took her tags and checked her body for anythign useful. He found several magazines for his M6C pistol and two for the SMG.
The other bodies inside the compartment held little more than a couple mags of ammo here and there. He had found his Battle RIfle, but it was broken in half. Stevens stepped off out of the Troops compartment of the Pelican. The area around him wasn othing but jungle and the ocational peice of pelican. The Pilots compartment was nearly gone. It was a smashed up and broken bit of machinery and blood that would never work again. The Digital display in his helmet still worked. After a moment he managed to get a satelite image up. From what the Imagry showd, it looked like he was only ten, maybe fifteen miles from the nearest city. The Coms in his helmet were down. Figures. Why hadn't they sent a rescue team? He checked his digital clock. It showed 3:14 pm tuesday. Last time he checked, it was going on 9 pm Monday evening. The Pelican had been carrying a WartHog with a mounted LRV. It was gone. There were tire tracks heading west, toward the city. Three bodies were missing!
They must have gone for help. His memory was still gone for the most part, only bits would show up to him, and only a few of them were clear. Where am I any way? Having no clue, nor an answer. Stevens shrugged to himself and took the first steps of his trek west.