Okay. Well I've been reading some Gears of War fan fictions and thought I'd give it a go. So far this is what I came up with. Not sure If I'll continue it. All depends on fate I suppose. Would like some criticism, positive and negative. Thanks. By the way sorry for it being so short. I might end up editing it giving it more detail.
Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! That word just kept repeating itself in my mind as I looked back to find a horde of locust on my ass. I needed to disappear from their sight and fast. The quicker I became invisible the better 'cause there was no friggin' way I could fire at them and live. How do I always manage to get into shit like this? I thought, berating myself as they opened fire in my direction. I looked up to see a building; it didn't seem steady but steady enough for one person to go right through unscathed and throw a frag behind them. Lucky for me I had two on my belt, so I hoped that it would work.
I ran through the building careful to not bump or merely touch any part of it the best I possibly could, grabbing for the two frags. As I ran out of the building, I skidded to a halt and threw the frags into the building, aiming for the corners. I immediately ran to a small isolated vehicle to use as a barrier from the blast and waited for the sound of an explosion that followed seconds after. Looking around the vehicle, I relaxed and check myself for injuries. To my luck only a few grazes from speeding bullets and some bruises. Next time I might not be so lucky, so get better prepared, Amara. I kept criticizing myself, leaning against the vehicle. I sighed and looked around for more signs of trouble. Satisfied, I got up and stretched and started running again, looking for a place to camp for the night.
After several hours of searching, I finally found a stranded camp gate. I slowly walked towards it until a bright light was shined on me. "Well fuck! Can ya dim it? I ain't the boogy man!" I shouted at the gate keeper. He seemed old and shaggy. Definitely stranded. He scoffed at me as I hoisted my pack to divert his attention. He looked at my pack and dimmed the light. "Well if ya ain't the boogy man then what brings ya here?" he asked, gripping a hammerburst in his arms. I chuckled and reached in my pack and held up a bag of ration bars and other scraps of food I've found that day. He looked at it hungrily. "Just let me in to talk with whoever is in charge and this is yours," I said shaking the bag invitingly. He finally sighed and nodded in agreement. I tossed the bag up to him. "By the way lass, look for Stu. He's in charge 'round here," he said, holding the bag greedily. I nodded and continued on my way.
Walking through I saw a make shift well where they kept clean water. My guess was that it was for drinking and cooking with. I looked at my reflection, finding bright green eyes with shoulder length, auburn hair. My skin was covered in dirt and scars, but that didn't bother me. It was my expression. At the age of nineteen, I already looked worn down and tired. I sighed and looked away finally.
"You don't look all bad," a feminine voice said from my left. I looked to a woman. She had long black hair pulled up and brown eyes. Hispanic? Her skin was tanned to add to a hispanic look. "Just smile and try to stay one the bright side." I watched her features and she was having more trouble taking her own advice than she let on. "I'll try ma'am, but nowadays you just never know," I said simply, "Name's Amara."
"I'm Maria. I'm guessing you're looking for Stu?" she asked. I nodded and shifted my stance. "I'm willing to make some arrangements to help out here for a place to stay for a little while," I told her, keeping things short and sweet. She nodded and turned to walk away. "I can take you to him," she said, beckoning for me to follow her.