Chapter 1: Waking Up
Our story takes place in a rain Forrest in Reptilia -The continent opposit Animalica (America)- a group of mammals trudge through the rain forest getting drenchged and listening to the sound of thunder, the small dings made as the water tapped on their helmets, and seeing the cracks of lightning above their heads through the canopy. The squad was a mix of mammal predators and prey, all of them hulking, tall, and muscular. But at the head of the group was an animal of relatively short height. He wore a camouflage suite with a captain fifth class patch on the right shoulder, a camouflage helmet with a band around it holding a metal cigar case, he had a large bag over his back, a pair of thick fingerless gloves, and a gun of some sort in his paws. He stood at five foot eight, had snow white fur mixed with a tinge of brown and he had a pair of gleaming silver eyes. Finally in his canines he has a stogie -the end of a cigar- in his mouth. What kind of animal was he? Why was he in the army if he was so small? How did he look as though to be in charge of these brutes? And lastly who is he?
He was a mix between a fox and a wolf, he'd always wanted to join after his father and grandwolf had joined and faught during World Gore 2. He was a hell of a lot more skilled than everyone in the squad, and finally his name is Ike Sniffins, captain Ike Sniffins head of Belt squad, a group of highly trained officers ranging from corporal too captain. Ike's ears twitched and he stopped while putting his left paw in the air then stuck it out to the left sweeping it across. Two of the other squad members nodded, a bear and a wolf. The two stepped forward. They both had a pair of heat vision goggles on their helmets, they them pulled down so that they could see if any reptiles were hiding in plain sight. The wolf let out a small gasp before he and the rest of the squad were ripped to shreds by on coming fire from through the bushes... Their blood flew out into the air and covered the trees and bushes around them. After the screams and whimpers died down, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the rain tapping on the forest's trees and floor... A few feet away from the small group of corpses against a tree, Ike held his stomach and chest as his heart slowed. He then looked up seeing his men slowly getting executed if they were still breathing, one by one. Then he was hit in the side of the face by a large scaled soldier with the butt of its rifle knocking him out cold...
Ike sprung awake with sweat dripping down his fur. He looked down and grabbed his dog-tags taking in sharp breaths. He then looked back up only to be blinded by the light coming through his large windows. After his eyes adjusted he looked around seeing he was back in his bed which was all messed up because the pillows were on the floor and only a sheet was on him, his comforter laid on the ground. In his room was a dresser, a nightstand, a walkin closet, a personal bathroom, and a flatscreen tv. Then there was an open door to his left which lead down to the next floor of his apartment.
He stood out of bed and looked into his full body mirror to see five scars on his chest, one on his right shoulder, one on his stomach, and another just above his right knee; they were all bullet wounds. Some of these he'd received a few years ago in Reptilia on the night he lost his whole entire squad from an ambush. He also had burn marks under his left eye and his back. There was also a hole through his right ear, and a large gash on the right side of his face that led from his forehead to his right cheek. Finally on his right shoulder was branded permanently a mark of his squad. A belt with the number 31 on the buckle and the initials of the mammals in the squad in a circle around it, there were twenty-three.
He was now forty-six and he was scared, not of what he'd just faced all those years ago and up until yesterday he was relieved. He served fifteen years in the military, had forty-eight confirmed kills, twelve planes shot down, and he'd completed over fourth covert ops missions. He was a highly respected person in the Air Force, Military, and the Navy. He was the rank of Brigadier, just below General, he didn't want to continue after that point so he was relieved, with pay, he'd be making over three hundred thousand a year with out doing any work.
'Well, the next eight or nine years of my life are going to be boring, maybe I should get a job to keep myself busy?' He thought as he took a towle out of his closet along with a pair of new boxers and a pair of worn out jeans.
The final article of clothing was an old rock t-shirt with Rise Against on the front. He'd gotten this while stationed in Cowlifornia for a couple of years, he watched them live with a couple of army buddies.
The old army wolf just smiled as he stepped toward the bathroom to take a shower. He has a busy day ahead of him, places to go, things to see, and old friends to meet...