The sun beat down from over head, making the jungle canopy glow a weak luminous green. The humid air made his shirt sticky with sweat from his back. He had trekked five miles so far and was nearing the sixth. The tracks Stevens was following were all over the place. The tracks were light, not too deep, meaning that the driver of the Warthog was going at nearly top speed.
Stopping a moment, Stevens took in his surroundings, nothing. Just trees and bushes. The animals didn't even make a noise. That was odd. The tacks went up a low hill then stopped in front of a large root. Takigns a deep breath, Stevens pushed himself up the hill to get a better view of what was beyond. The Warthog law only thirty yards from him, tipped against a tree. A few broken rocks and tree limbs, along with deep impacts in the ground told the entire story. Who ever was driving hadn't see nthe root or didn't care and ended up hitting the root wrong, flipping the 'hog and crashing into a tree. He jogged to the 'hog, looking for survivors. A single body lay near the 'hog.
Medic. Stevens hadn't even met the guy yet. The medic was a new guy, just shipped out to Ecplise squad. Stevens knelt by the body, his tags were missing. The medic was on his back, a M6G pistol gripped in his hand. Blood covered him and several wound. Stevens looked closely at the wounds but couldn't place what had caused them. It looked as if something had taken chunks right out of him with it's mouth. Stevens took the M6G pistol and checked it. Only seven of the original twelve rounds were still in the mag. He pocketed the M6G and took the single spare mag in the Medic's right hand. Searching the recked and medic's body only brought a gause roll, morphine, bandage, a canteen of water and a couple Frags. Not exactly happy with his findings but definately not upset, Stevens shrugged to himself followed the foot prints he found. There were eight sets at least. Two were the tracks of running men, empty casings and mags dropped to the ground. The others belonged to slow, wounded people. Colagulated blood covered the ground by their foot prints, some of the prints were blood.
Something moved behind him. Stevens spun around SMG at chest and finger ready to sqeeze the trigger. The Medic was sitting up and slowly rose to his feet. Stevens lowered the SMG and his guard as he gave a short laugh. "You scared the piss outa me man." Something was wrong with Medic. Turning, medic looked at Stevens with dull, watery eyes. His skin was oddly pale, paler than just moments ago. "What the hell?" Medic took a weak step toward Stevens, raising his arms, slowly opening and closing his nailed fingers. Opening his mouth, medic let out a moan that sent chills down Stevens back. His teeth were yellowed, crooked and seemed to be pointier than normal. Horror quickly filled Stevens as he took several steps back from the limping medic. "Y-your dead! Aren't you?" To answer him, the medic simply stumbled closer, let out another horrible moan and closed his fingers again. Stevens squeezed the trigger. The momentum of his bullets sent medic, no, that thing to the ground. Stevens let go of the trigger, his eyes wide with horror and confusion. The hell was that!?
The thing twitched, then slowly began to raise from the ground. Stevens let out a scream, ran up to the thing and stomped on the things head three times. His first stomp landed squarely on the things mouth, breaking several teeth and splitting the lips, the second kick missed and hit the thinks upper chest. The thrid kick was wide and hit the thing's shoulder. By the sound and feel of it, Stevens disconnected it's shoulder. The thing simply moved to bite Stevens ankle and nearly succeeded. Stevens pointed his SMG at the thing and pulled the trigger, filling the thing's chest with bullets. Having more than enough of this, Stevens jumped back from the thing, tossed teh spent mag and loaded a fresh one. Stevens stumbled backwards before turning and running, following the foot steps west.