Okay, so here is randomness, I honestly have been stuck writing wise. I know what to continue with, but I just can't make myself write the damn thing. So here is as a commercial break, you can total skip the chapter if you guys want, I do plan on continuing after this chapter. Just been watch some cinemasins (shout out to them) and got this idea.
The campfire smoldered from the cooking of breakfast, their oatmeal and grilled toast had somewhat filled the stomachs of the crew. The sun was about one-fourth through its journey across the sky. Their tank, 'Fire's Breath', was a German Panther V. Jake their commander had been trying to get to some old place that had been coming to his mind over the six months they had been freed from Bigworld. They had got through the city of Meers when they reached the coast, with the fear of warships taking potshots at their asses, they circled around the city to the hills. The first night they went to sleep, Phil their driver received the vision. Within the dream, there was house that was next to an old rundown billboard. The crew continue towards the direction away from the city, with the compass, knowing it was south of them.
Then the second night the Hull gunner Gustav, got a dream of a direction, northeast. The rest of the crew seemed to somewhat guess something was afoot, but with nothing to really go on with the fact that their radio was a lemon, they went towards the direction. It was a month in before they all received the dream that would haunt them over the next months. It was the exact same dream the driver first dreamt about. Now that all of them had seen it, there was no more doubt about it.
"Come on Michell, the damn lighter fuel we have is so low. What if we need it for lighting a fire." Jake told their gunner, she had been trying to light a cigarette for some time. The rest of the crew were gathering the campsite and packing it into and on the V. the Panther V stood on a hill, they had crested the hill the night before, at that time they saw it. The billboard was an old one with a white backdrop with the lines in between each block of white. The words were incomplete as some of the letters were gone. They had saw the billboard through some sets of binoculars set in the ground, seemed out of place to them.
"I can't smoke within a day's journey of a place that had been in our dreams. I mean there is no real reason to this, except if this is something that Bigworld is doing-" Michell went on until Carrie interrupted.
"Ugh, can't you give the idea of a trap a break, I mean there hasn't been anyone else that we have meet up with. Not even the red team. Just shut your face already." their conversation had basically been going on for the past month, to the others it seemed as if the only way to end it is to go to the house.
10 hours later...
The V's trek through the hills would have been at most an hour, they had a break down about half through the path. It had been caused by track pin being launched in through the side of the exhaust pipe.
"How the hell did that happen, I know we went over the idea of a bump hit that portion of the track. But really, the pin was cleanly in the pipe as if the pin drilled into the pipe. That thing needs to spin for that." Michell stated.
"You honestly think we are dumb; the damn thing makes no sense either way. The whole thing doesn't make it a trap, this is something else." Jake stated. They had just started to climb the final hill with the house. The house, even though it seemed abandoned, was in a prime condition. They could see that even from the bottom of the hill. As they climb the hill, their radio comes to life.
"The hell!" Carrie their loader shouted, the radio lemonness came from fact there was no way to power it as the connection cable plugin for the radio was damaged (if this wasn't included in the original tank, it is in the Bigworld tank). The thing was disconnected from the cable. The radio didn't spew anything out but static, then after a moment it returned to its usual state.
"Shit like that doesn-" Michell began again, then Jake interrupted.
"-'t happen right. Look we are here for a reason, and that is to discover what is beckoning us to this house. Might be an old thing or something unnatural. All I know is that it has claimed lives by the look of it." he said as they pasted a group of M4 Shermans, each one undamaged, but the feeling they gave off was cold as hell. As if they were abandoned for no reason, yet the vehicles themselves were uninviting at the same time. By that time the house's driveway was visible along with the garage door.
The tracks only stopped right in front of the staircase leading into the porch. They exited the V and had all gather behind the tank. The ground was many flat, the hill, while steep on the side they came up had been paved the other side and flatten to compensate for the road. They could always have read the billboard, but only now with the sun setting and the close proximity, the message seemed clearer.
"w lc m t t rr rs, s th h rr fy ng d ll th t sp ks thr gh r d . t d ly t h ng th ms lv s fr m tr t w ns!" all the vowels had fallen to the ground, but for some reason, it gave the hint of something about a radio.