June 16th, 2552, 6:16 PM

Thomas
I ran up the dirt hill incline, painting slightly. It took me a second to realize that I was painting twice as fast than I really was. I came up to the top of the incline, just passing a metal wall that extended out a bit onto a bridge which lead over a gap in the ground and off to the bunker. I turned while running, sliding to a stop facing the other way then I was moving. The dirty ground confirmed it. My footsteps and another pair with three toes followed. I stopped sliding and quickly raised my gun and shot randomly into the night.

Its footsteps reapeared on the ground though the body wasn't there, it was invisible. It made its way into cover behind the metal wall at the bridge as I shot at it again. I stood there watching the area closely, waiting for it to come back out as I tried to catch my breath. I had a hard time catching my breath at the moment, it seemed like I was breathing in more air than what actually came in though my air filters on my helmet down by my mouth.

I could hear it. It began to talk in its language to me, it scared me hearing it talk like it did. It was like a chain of a form of onomatopoeia when it talked. I threw my gun around my shoulder with the strap and madly began to climb the sand hill beside me to the cliffs, madly trying to get up as fast as I could in pure fear. It wasn't easy climbing it but I managed to make it to the top and onto the solid ground. I dropped to the ground and caught my breath for a second before forcing myself up to peak over down from the top of the sand hill.

It was coming up the sandhill. I could see the sand being thrown from the hillside and being kicked out from where it's feet should be at. It was halfway up. I raised my gun and took aim down my gunsight.

"Get away from me!" I yelled at it and shot, the sound rang though the canyons.

It came visible, I could see the creature. It looked mad. It extended it's right hand out from the hill and snapped it weirdly. I light emerged from its hand. I let out a scream, put my hands up to my visor to cover my eyes and dropped to the ground rolling around trying to cover my eyes, my gun laying on the ground by me. My eyes burned but I forced myself to a stop and grabed my gun and kneeled down at the top of the hill and looked at the creature.

It was now about three-forths the way up and in its right hand was a glowing blade like weapon, about three feet long. It didn't hurt to look at it now. I took aim as it looked up at me. It began to disapear before me, turning invisible again.
"Oh no! Your not getting away from my sights again!" I yelled at it as I shot.

The sound of the shot rang though the canyons again as the creature fell from the hillside coming to a full stop as it smashed into the ground. Dust kicked up all around it, hiding it from my sights. I half expected it to be gone when the dust settled, but its body continued to lay there, the blade a few feet from it. Within a minture, a liquid soon emerged from it and onto the ground. I took it as blood or something and figured it was dead.

I let out a sigh of relief and put my weapon around my shoulder and stood up. The wind picked up and the air grew even colder. I could hear the wind greatly picking up as it began to whine. I quickly learned it wasn't the wind as a squadron of longswords thundered by overhead. Dirt kicked up everywhere, blinding me from the rest of the world for a bit. Small dirt clumps pinged off my armor as the force of their flyby made me step back a few feet. The winds they created quickly died down and stopped, I found myself on the ground in the end.

I stood up and looked around. I knew I would have to move fast. The longswords where probaly on a air raid on our new enemies, meaning if I saw the longswords then the enemy may be close. I found the small cliff that I had to get a top to get on the upper area above the bunker. I went to the cliff and tossed my shotgun ontop of it and jumped up, grabing the cliff edge and pulled myself up. I retrieved my shotgun once I made it a top.

I knew I would have to hurry. I couldn't let the enemy find me or I would be killed. I looked for the north star, quickly finding it. I knew Fort Containment was to the east of this position so I redireced myself and began to head east for Fort Containment in the night.

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David
I began to come to again. I found myself awaking to find myself in a room with others, the roof had a blown out hole in it and I was easily able to figure out where I was. I was at Camp Turf, in the sleeping quarters. Enough beds for thirty people, but a thousand men where easily stationed here. I glanced around the room to find all the beds filled with wounded, they where all asleep. Two men walked among us and checked on everyone.

My side began to come to reality also with a rush of pain, causing me to let out a moan.
"Over here." I heard one of them say.

The two men approched me. One stopped at the end of the cot and another beside me.
"David Steel." The man at the end of the cot said. "Side wound, hit by a high-powered pistol equiped with small explosive rounds."
The man beside me turned his attention away from the other man and to me. I looked back at him.
"That must of hurt comrade." He said. I froze.
He had a Russian accent and I noticed that he wore the outfit for The Royal Troop.

I began to wonder if they took Camp Turf and I was a wounded POW. I had been trained to fight to the death, even if taken as a prisoner. I extended my hand out toward him as fast as I could, which was slow and shakey. I aimed for his throat, I was going to choke him to death as best as I could. He put his hands out and connected with mine and held them.

"It will be okay comrade." He started. "Well get that bullet out of you durring the operation, you'll be fine."
I was stunned by what he had said as he put my hand back down beside me.
"You will be fine and will be back with your friends in no time." He finished.
I looked away from him and at the roof above me.
"Lets check the wound." The other man said. I looked over at him.
"Yes." The Russian said as he slowly began to remove my blankets, tossing them aside a bit when he had them off.

I could already tell how bad it was, I didn't have to look. I could smell.
"Oh." The Russian said and looked away, waving at the air.
I could tell easily that my side had become badly infected, the smell was horrid. I tried to look as best as I could. I could only see blood stains in the medical clothing that I had been changed into.

"Get... Get some more coremen. He needs his operation now, no time to wait." The Russian said.
"Alright." The other man said and he soon exited though a small doorway to my left.
"Wha-Wa-What happened t-to me?" I asked him.

The Russian looked at me. He had a serious look in his face.
"You where shot by a high-powered pistol with explosive rounds. The bullet exploded on contact, putting a hole in your side almost big enogh for a tennis ball. The round someone managed to continue on into you. The force of the impact blew a hole clean though and out the other side of you, though the bullet stopped about half way into your body."

I looked at the man amazed and with fear. He was straight up with it, something I wasn't expecting. And the truth scared me drasticly. I even quit noticing that I was in pain from the amount of fear that had just hit me.

The other medic returned with four others. Together they put me onto a mobile bed, pain rushed though me when they picked me up. They appologized though, they didn't have anything left in the camp to numb the wound at the moment. They promised that I would at least be put to sleep for my surgery, unlike a few before me.

I could smell death as I was taken into a diffrent section of the camp. I caught a glimpse of a medic draging a dead body from the operation section of the camp. Fear struck me harder. It alone nummed my body for the moment. I was soon put onto a metal desk, naked. Though washed, it still felt a bit sticky from the blood that had once been on it.

A air mask was placed over my mouth, and the gasy air was soon being pumped out to knock me out. I looked over to my left. A dumpster sat there, a human hand stuck out and hanged on the edge. I watched as someone approched it and shut the door on the hand and began to push the dumpster away. I fell asleep watching him push it away, fuel and matches layed ontop of the dumpster.