Prologue- The Moon and the Rat
The night was dark and moans echoed around the abandoned fields. Broken down trucks sat rusting, some overturned and some with their headlights still glaring. The moon shone out of the clouds like a lantern from the heavens. No signs of life could be found anywhere. No movement was seen on the empty fields and the only light came from the moon, which cast strange shadows from the trees. Abandoned bunkers and guns lay scattered across bloody battlegrounds, and cold lifeless bodies lay torn apart by the ravages of wolves and maggots. Than from out of the shadows of the forest came a shuffling figure. Its eyes glowed yellow and its tattered uniform was soaked in blood. The figures face was a sickening combination of brown and grey and its teeth were yellowed and cracked. The figure shuffled slowly to the center of an open field where it stopped and looked at a rat on the ground. After contemplating the small rodent for a minute the figure reached down and picked the rat up and sank its teeth into the stomach of the sorry creature. The figure dropped the rat in disgust and stumbled back vomiting blood and guts. The rat squealed on the ground and writhed in pain for a moment and died. The figure had stopped vomiting and looked towards the sky and roared. It stopped and silence fell over the fields and forests. The moans of other wretched creatures all stopped. Than from this silence came a faint buzzing that got louder and louder until a b-52 bomber appeared above the figure that had silenced the moans. The plane was smoking and was tilted to one side and seemed to be losing altitude at a fast rate. Flames erupted on one wing and the plane began to go into a free fall. As the crashing B-52 fell below the tree line the moans returned louder than ever and screaming echoed across the bunkers and trucks and the first figure that had eaten the rat looked towards a pillar of smoke that was rising from the plane and began to roar for the flesh of men.
Chapter 1- From the Remains a Phoenix Shall Rise
The gauges of the Boeing B-52 Stratofortress were unreadable. All of the dials were going haywire and the cabin was beginning to fill with the noxious fumes of gasoline. Johnny was writhing on the floor in the back of the plane by the cannons bleeding from his stomach. Tim was passed out in the cockpit and Bill was flying but feeling faint and Jack was sitting in a state of shock rocking on the floor. The plane was losing altitude and there was a gas leak that was causing them to lose fuel at a fast rate. The cabin felt like it was two hundred degrees and Bill was fading fast. As the fumes of gas began to overwhelm him he tried to recall everything that had happened in the last 48 hours. How everything had gone wrong. The last thing he saw was the right wing erupting into flames.