p style="text-align: center;"strongAuthors Note/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"This is one of my first stories so please give me feedback on my writing is, also I don't own HALO or its producers, although I really wish I did/p
p style="text-align: center;"===================================================================================================/p
p style="text-align: center;"CHAPTER 1/p
p style="text-align: center;"AWAKE/p
p style="text-align: left;" The first thing Jackson felt was pain. His eyes shot open and he struggled to regain his voice. "FUCKING HELL" he screamed, as he felt his wound flare up in searing agony. Slowly, he flipped himself over and inspected his wounds. He carefully moved away his armor and clothing, "God Dimmit, this'll leave a scratch" Jackson said, as he inspected the cauterized slash on his left waist, trying to sit up. He slowly stood up, looking around him at the fallen Marine bodies, mangled and burnt to a crisp, surrounded by even more Grunts, Jackals, and Elites, all with multiple bullet holes. "Hello! Anyone alive!" he shouted, and waited for a response./p
p style="text-align: left;".../p
p style="text-align: left;".../p
p style="text-align: left;" "I guess I'm it, I've got to find some place to lie down and rest" he said, and slowly limped along ground, grunting and growling at the pain that he was feeling. Jackson came to a large rock and stopped, gasping in pain and out of breath. He reached for his radio, and switched it on,/p
p style="text-align: left;"Jackson: "Echo 4, Echo 4, This is Sabre 5, my squad is gone by ambush, I am currently wounded, do you copy?"/p
p style="text-align: left;"Echo 4: *static*/p
p style="text-align: left;"Jackson: "Echo 4, Echo 4, I say again, my squad is gone, I am wounded, Do You Copy?!"/p
p style="text-align: left;"Echo 4: *static*/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Fucking Shit!" he yelled and punched the rock he was leaning on. "Alright, lets see what I've got on hand", he said as he pulled out all of his leftover gear and supplies. "Alright, I've got my Magnum, 3 energy bars, a radio, 5 magazines of ammo, my armor, and 1 liter of water", all of the items were sprawled out on the ground, except for his armor that he was wearing. He packed it all back up and began looking around for shelter. "Those will do I guess" he said as he spotted some caves not too far away from his current area./p
p style="text-align: left;" Jackson slowly limped his way down the small hill he was on into the valley where the caves were, where unknown to him there were his greatest enemies lurking about./p
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p style="text-align: center;"strongAuthors Note/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"Feedback is welcome and encouraged, this is just the first chapter in a (hopefully) long story /p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: center;" /p
p style="text-align: center;"This is one of my first stories so please give me feedback on my writing is, also I don't own HALO or its producers, although I really wish I did/p
p style="text-align: center;"===================================================================================================/p
p style="text-align: center;"CHAPTER 1/p
p style="text-align: center;"AWAKE/p
p style="text-align: left;" The first thing Jackson felt was pain. His eyes shot open and he struggled to regain his voice. "FUCKING HELL" he screamed, as he felt his wound flare up in searing agony. Slowly, he flipped himself over and inspected his wounds. He carefully moved away his armor and clothing, "God Dimmit, this'll leave a scratch" Jackson said, as he inspected the cauterized slash on his left waist, trying to sit up. He slowly stood up, looking around him at the fallen Marine bodies, mangled and burnt to a crisp, surrounded by even more Grunts, Jackals, and Elites, all with multiple bullet holes. "Hello! Anyone alive!" he shouted, and waited for a response./p
p style="text-align: left;".../p
p style="text-align: left;".../p
p style="text-align: left;" "I guess I'm it, I've got to find some place to lie down and rest" he said, and slowly limped along ground, grunting and growling at the pain that he was feeling. Jackson came to a large rock and stopped, gasping in pain and out of breath. He reached for his radio, and switched it on,/p
p style="text-align: left;"Jackson: "Echo 4, Echo 4, This is Sabre 5, my squad is gone by ambush, I am currently wounded, do you copy?"/p
p style="text-align: left;"Echo 4: *static*/p
p style="text-align: left;"Jackson: "Echo 4, Echo 4, I say again, my squad is gone, I am wounded, Do You Copy?!"/p
p style="text-align: left;"Echo 4: *static*/p
p style="text-align: left;" "Fucking Shit!" he yelled and punched the rock he was leaning on. "Alright, lets see what I've got on hand", he said as he pulled out all of his leftover gear and supplies. "Alright, I've got my Magnum, 3 energy bars, a radio, 5 magazines of ammo, my armor, and 1 liter of water", all of the items were sprawled out on the ground, except for his armor that he was wearing. He packed it all back up and began looking around for shelter. "Those will do I guess" he said as he spotted some caves not too far away from his current area./p
p style="text-align: left;" Jackson slowly limped his way down the small hill he was on into the valley where the caves were, where unknown to him there were his greatest enemies lurking about./p
p style="text-align: left;"===================================================================================================/p
p style="text-align: center;"strongAuthors Note/strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"Feedback is welcome and encouraged, this is just the first chapter in a (hopefully) long story /p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: center;" /p