Dust kicked up from behind the wheels of the military vehicles as the convoy moved rapidly along the road to its destination. The column of four trucks carried a regiment of soldiers, while Kye rode in the passenger seat of the lead rover. A backpack sat on his lap, full with his notes and an assortment of weapons; he was going into a battlefield after all. A pistol - one of his most prized possessions - was strapped to his thigh. It was a one-of-a-kind firearm; a custom made revolver that he had named the Tundra Edge, for its icy, silvery metallic finish. Strapped to his back were two shortswords, each looking like a cross between a Japanese wakizashi and a machete. Dressed in a sleeveless black top, dark gray jeans and black shoes, he was a fair contrast to the appearance of the soldiers in the convoy; their uniforms consisted of blue-gray one-piece mini-dresses, and they all carried the standard-issue Libretto rifles.
Running a hand over his black hair, he stared at the surrounding area. A fairly run-down, empty city stared back. The inhabitants had all been evacuated, as this city was close to the battlefront, and the bastion camp defending this particular area was coming under more and more frequent attack. More than once, he'd been told he was crazy to come here; but he wanted to be as close to the action as he possibly could.
"Camp Baroque's about twenty minutes further out," said the driver, a girl of about seventeen with shoulder-length brown hair named Kate. "Hope they've got something good for dinner today."
"You usually get good stuff to eat out here?" questioned Kye. He wasn't too sure how anything got this far out, in fact; Baroque was about two hours' drive from anywhere else with civilization.
"It's decent, but not too much," sighed Kate, "It's probably just bread and soup or potatoes and baked beans. They actually manage to taste quite all right, but it gets bland if you eat the same menu every week for months."
"I'd be quite grateful to get anything decent out here, really," remarked Kye, "It's pretty far away from anywhere."
A few more minutes passed, and Kate rounded a bend, before giving an exclamation of dismay.
Camp Baroque loomed in front of them, a huge, gray compound with blocky buildings looking solemn in the late afternoon sun. The last bastion of human military might in this sector, it was a barrier that stood between the human cities behind it and the Creature-held territories up ahead. And as they approached, it was quite obvious that Baroque was under attack. Thin trails of smoke rose from the front of the Camp facing the Creatures' occupied land, and as their convoy drew closer, the unmistakable sounds of guns firing came into earshot.
"We have to help them!" cried Kate, gunning the engine. Kye checked his weapons as the rest of the convoy followed suit; he didn't want to be unprepared in his first battle, despite not expecting it to be so soon. The gates swung open slowly as they approached, speeding along the straight trail to the camp. They passed through the gates and into a large assembly area, where the trucks pulled over, allowing the girls inside to jump out. A fairly tall soldier was gesturing at them from one of the passageways through the camp.
"Hurry! You're all just in time, they rarely hit our camp directly, we need all the help we can get. This way to the frontlines!" she called.
Kye sprinted with the soldiers through a fairly straight sheltered walkway to the front of the camp; it was a fairly big compound, and almost five minutes' run from the gate to the front end. When he arrived with the reinforcements, however, the scene was a picture of chaos. A tiered sandbag barricade with several layers had been built in front of the camp, and the Creature-occupied half of the dilapidated city stretched out beyond that. It was an impressive defensive perimeter the soldiers had built; spanning about three hundred meters in breadth. However, they were struggling to hold the line against the Creatures' advance, and the battlefield was already strewn with the bodies of slain girls.
The Walkers were advancing in groups of three, with the agile Goblins running rings around the battlefield, hopping from cover to cover between the pillars and broken-down cars of the abandoned city, stopping or slowing only to loose their deadly arrows. Girl after girl was struck by the shafts, falling to the ground and writhing in the throes of the deadly orgasms. Those still alive were mostly cowering behind the sandbag barriers, too terrified to expose themselves to the unerring accuracy of the Goblins, and these girls were charged by the Walkers, plucked from behind their cover by the muscular hands of the merciless Creatures and brutally beaten to death or bodily torn apart. More than half of the girls were dead, and the surviving girls were too afraid to fight back. The smells of the battlefield hit suddenly; a mixture of gunpowder, the iron-smell of blood, and the stench of excrement, as the female soldiers' bladders and rectums were emptied in fear and death.
Cries of relief came from the beleaguered defense line as Kye and the reinforcements arrived. They quickly took up position behind the sandbag walls along with the survivors, priming their rifles and pulling out grenades. Kye fell into position beside two other girls a little to the left of the sandbag wall formation - not a moment too soon, as two arrows thudded into the ground right in the space he had just rolled out of.
"Thank Sky you're here!" exclaimed one of the girls crouching beside him, "We wouldn't have been able to hold out for another fifteen minutes."
"Don't celebrate yet," grunted Kye, as he flicked the safety off his pistol. "We need to concentrate our fire on the Walkers; seems they're the primary danger here - the Goblins don't advance unless they do."
Screams suddenly rang out from the other side of the barrier. Hurriedly chancing a glance from behind cover, Kye watched with horror as the four girls manning the barrier ahead of theirs were beset by a group of three Walkers. One of the Walkers landed a massive punch full in the face of the first girl, knocking her flat on her back with an audible crunch, after which it stomped on her head, crushing her skull like an eggshell. Bits of gore and cream-white brain splattered the ground around her flattened head as her body jerked violently with the blow. Her body continued to twitch in death as the second Walker grabbed two of the remaining girls by the throat, one in each massive hand, lifting them bodily into the air. They gasped for breath and began kicking and batting the Walker futilely with their rifle butts. Completely oblivious to their weak blows, the Walker reared back and threw one of the girls like a fastball away from the camp, toward the rest of the Creatures. The girl landed in the midst of the Creatures' army, and disappeared from view as she was immediately set upon by a group of cackling Goblins. The other girl screamed in fear, dropping her rifle and scrabbling at the Walker's hand. In response, the Walker seized her hips with its now-free hand and snapped her bodily in half. The crack of her spine snapping was sickeningly audible to Kye as the Walker nonchalantly tossed the girl's broken body over its shoulder.
The last girl turned tail and fled, running toward Kye's barrier, her eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears. Kye opened his mouth, about to shout a warning to her, but then realized it was pointless; there was no way she could outrun a Walker at that distance, and even if she could, she was in plain view of the Goblins. An arrow sank into her back and she stumbled, then fell on her front. Kye could only watch helplessly as she rolled onto her side and curled up, her hands clasping at her breasts and groin as her body's erogenous areas turned hyper-sensitive in a matter of seconds. The subsequent orgasm then overtook her, causing her body to begin tensing up as she struggled for breath. The three Walkers who had killed her comrades continued advancing, strolling past and ignoring the dying girl as her orgasm mounted, eventually causing her to go into violent spasms which grew weaker as her heart succumbed. Her urine and female ejaculate pooled around her lower body as her movements subsided and she died with a whimper.
"Walkers! Concentrate your fire on the middle one, I'll take the one on the left!" yelled Kye, sighting down his pistol. Invigorated by his presence, the two girls he was with locked the rifles in position over the sandbag barrier. All three of them began firing at once; Kye's weapon, as a heavily modified version of an already powerful handgun, was a lot more powerful and accurate than the girls' rifles, and two shots each to the Walker's kneecaps brought it down, after which another three sent it toppling over, its body dissolving into a brown steam. The girls pelted the second Walker with bullets, slowing its advance, before Kye's Tundra Edge finished it off with another two shots.
The last Walker broke into a run at the fall of its two comrades, charging toward Kye's barrier at frightening speed. The girls beside Kye screamed in fear and began to fall back. "No!" shouted Kye, but it was too late, they had left cover and fled. Kye had about two seconds before the Walker would be within swinging distance. He raised his pistol and fired two shots straight in the Walker's head, then dropped his pistol and drew his swords just as the Walker swiped at him with enough strength to break his neck. Ducking the blow, Kye rolled to the side, at the same time putting two deep slashes in the Walker's leg, causing it to drop to one knee. Behind him, he heard two cries, and guessed that the girls who had run off had been hit by Goblin arrows.
'Good thing I trained for this,' thought Kye, as he pivoted on his feet and administered a series of lightning-fast cuts into the Walker's head, slicing off its arm as it lashed out in retaliation. A final twin stab into the Walker's back finally dealt enough damage to finish the Creature, which vanished in a hiss of steam, leaving Kye to grab his pistol and dart behind another sandbag barrier.
This barrier had been attacked; a girl's corpse was draped over it, her white panty-clad buttocks cresting the top of the barrier. The still-glistening wet stain on the crotch of her panties indicated that the girl had died recently enough for her urine and ejaculate to still be moist. The body of another girl lay curled at Kye's feet, her skull caved in, obviously after she was bludgeoned to death by a Walker. Her skirt had rode up her hips in her death throes, exposing her pink panties, the lower half of which was also soaked in urine, and stained a dirty brown, presumably from the girl's defecation as she died.
"Amateurs," grumbled Kye, as he pushed the dead girl's body aside, trying not to step in her excrement. Yet he knew with a sense of pity that the word was indeed an accurate description; the girls were sent into battle with only the most basic of military training, owing to the limited resources and time the humans had to develop military strength. Consequently, many, and eventually all of them paid for their lack of training and experience with their lives; the girls here fighting alongside Kye looked barely eighteen, with a good many of them looking younger than that. Half of them had probably seen one or two real battles at the most.
Kye peered over the sandbag barrier, trying to ignore the smell of the other dead girl's urine. The reinforcements were at least helping; the Creatures' advance had been stopped. Kye was clear for the moment; no Creatures seemed to be directly heading for his barrier. Raising his pistol, he began to pump rounds into any Creature he saw that came within twenty meters of him. He thanked his hours of marksmanship training and his painstaking tinkering with the gun he now held in his hands; his shots were true and deadly, piercing deep into the dense flesh of the Walkers he fired upon. He focused on the Walkers; the prancing Goblins seemed to only advance when their sturdier comrades did.
Around him, the battle was slowly turning in the humans' favor as the reinforced defense line poured wave after wave of firepower into the Creatures, aided strongly by Kye's very powerful Tundra Edge. Abruptly, as if an invisible signal had been transmitted throughout all the Creatures' minds, the attack stopped. The Walkers turned around as one and began to lumber off, albeit with surprising speed, while the Goblins melted away into the dust of the battleground, which suddenly rose to cover their retreat as though an mysterious wind had kicked it up. Within ten minutes the beleaguered defensive lines were clear of any Creatures, as were the roads and blocks of the abandoned city that stretched out beyond the camp's perimeters.
Kye stood up and took stock; he hadn't a whole lot of ammunition on him, as he hadn't been expecting to be fighting on the very first day, and he had but two clipfuls of bullets left. Nevertheless, he had pulled through unscathed, though a wry thought passed through his head; given that being caught by any of a Creature's attacks seemed to be immediately fatal, at the end of the battle you were either unscathed, or dead.
"Regroup! Regroup!" came the cry from the back of the defensive sandbag formation. A female officer was calling for the survivors to gather. 'Presumably to clear the place of bodies and remains and rebuild the destroyed barriers,' Kye thought grimly. Sighing inwardly, he holstered his pistol and walked alongside the surviving girls as they hurried into formation under shelter of the camp.
It was certainly not a promising start to his time at Camp Baroque.
**Chapter Two - End**
Thank you for reading the second chapter of my novel. I wanted to show a taste of the action and the style I would use for the rest of my writing, and I hope it suits you - if you've been reading up to here, I'll assume that this is fine with you; please remember that this is plainly fiction, and that I do not support violence against anyone in any way, shape or form.
The next chapter will start with the cleanup of the battleground, to bring the situation into a more stark reality. I look forward to completing it and putting it up.