Okay, I know I'm supposed to update that OPFMA, but as I said, I've been busy, and I was distracted, and right now I need something to make me want to write.

There aren't many Red vs Blue fanfiction here, and I was annoyed about it. I was about to go to bed when this bit me in the eye. I spent from 11.30 PM to 3.45 AM, on an Exam eve (that proves how compelled I was, oh my god I must be crazy), a Biology one to boot, the one which I haven't studied in the least, to write up the basic story. Yes, I wrote this before I came back. Yes I know this means I've been here reading fanfics. Yes I know I'm allowing myself to do a lot more than what I wish I could, but I can't help it. I'm at the point where I almost need to read fanfiction as much as I need to draw. Don't judge me.

This will be a multi-chapter, there will be a bit of gore here and there, but it's mostly everybody dieing. This is a short story; I'm not going to elaborate on how gruesome the deaths are. I found that with too much detail I lose the point of the story. I feel like I sound like an amateur anyway. I really need to get myself to writing again.

Again I tell you that this is based around RvB dialogue, and their action, and I really, really don't know how to elaborate on stuff in here. Heck, most of the time they just stand around and talk, and- I don't know! I just can't write a lot right now, I don't have the concentration, nor the will! I am completely hopeless right now! *sob*

Anyway, this is (somewhat) a thriller, again, this is short, very short, uhh… I had fun writing it, so please enjoy… and I don't own any of the synopsis or characters…except for their description in some places – that's my own interpretation of how they might look like – because they belong to Team Rooster Teeth.

Oh yeah. Tucker's had Junior, O'Malley's gone, Sister's not here, Lopez is unknown.

Enjoy!

Church nervously checked the scope of his rifle once more.

The day had been long enough, to be sure. Half their men were down – Tucker still hadn't gotten up after giving birth to the monstrosity, and Caboose was drained to bone by said monstrosity – and half of what's left, sucked. Him not included, of course. He rocked. To make things worse, O'Malley had apparently run away from Doc's radio at some point. Now Church couldn't even radio the Blue command for help.

"Blarg! Honk!"

And he still had that Tucker's freak of nature to kill without alerting Doc.

Sighing, Church scoped out the horizon again. This time however, he saw a familiar lightish red armor running towards the base. No, wait. Yes. Wait, no. Yes. More like walking very slowly… or crawling, but definitely towards the base.

Church held the sniper rifle tight, aimed at the pink armor before he sent out the warning shots.

"Hold it right there! Hey! Pink guy! What are you doing here? Scram!"

Said Pink guy didn't seem to hear, only gaining more speed towards the Blue base. That, of course, was until he collapsed and stopped moving.

"Pink guy? Donut?" Church then noticed that behind the pink armor was a long, bloody trail. Surprised, Church jumped off the base's roof, running straight towards the other man… Donut. He still trained the end of the rifle at the other's head, just in case. "Hey! Are you okay? What is going on?"

"Lieutenant Mc. Muffin?" Church turned back, just as Caboose gave a dramatic gasp. "Church! What did you do to Private Donut?"

"I didn't do anything!" He snapped, "He just came to me and then just collapsed! Get Doc!"

"Okay!"

Caboose ran back into the base at an alarming speed, almost as if he didn't just go missing a gallon of blood. Then he felt a tug at his leg.

"Church…"

"Woah! Hey Pink guy, it's gonna be alright. Doc's coming." Church laid down his gun and took off the pink helmet. Donut gasped in appreciation. He looked very … feminine, to say the least. And yet, the sharp definition in his face's edges made his masculinity a bit more obvious. Blue eyes with fair skin, blonde hair that almost reflected the pink of his armor, Donut looked as fair as it would get of a damsel in distress, down to the blood he kept vomiting onto the neck of his under armor.

"No… it's too late for me…" said Donut, choking on his blood, "go to Red base… stop… him… he… kill…"

Feeling the other fade away, Church felt compelled to get all the information he could from the dying man.

"Who? Stop who, Donut?" Donut's grip loosened. "Donut!"

Then came two running footsteps from behind.

"Church! What happened?" asked Doc.

Church let the hand drop from his leg, and kneeled down to close Donut's eyes.

"You're… too late, Doc. He's dead."

"Captain Soufflé! NOOOOOO!" wailed Caboose, skidding down to the dead man's side. Church didn't bother opening Caboose's visor for him. If he wanted to drown himself, it was fine with him. He, on the other hand, had work to do.

"Caboose, shut up. Doc, pack up. We're going to Red Base."

I know. The story moves really fast.

The chapters will be quite short. As I keep saying. I can't help it right now. They're short, almost just one page long, but it's what I wrote to be one chapter. I can't help it. Heck, most RvB Chapters are about 5 minutes long anyway. It's about as long as a long song.

Anyway. I am SO going to enjoy writing this. Oh, yeah. Yes, Donut is dead. *mad cackle* I'm going to see if I can put at least one dead soldier in each chapter.

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