Author's Note: So, I saw that the first chapter already had some traffic which I very much appreciate. Here's chapter 2 and make sure to favorite, follow, and leave a like.
Chadbunger and bigbossHayden, I did fix it to where she isn't wearing ODST armor, I must've forgotten to switch that specific part. I also changed her height to 6'4 since she would be 6'7 in her armor.
L, mathematically speaking (going off of Installation 00) a freshly augmented Master Chief was able to punch at about 40,050 Newtons of force. As spartans age, their augmentations get stronger so since it's been about 10 years for Daisy to fully mature, I'll say she has a base punching force of ~50,000 Newtons. I'm unsure of how strong Bloater armor is but I'm willing to bet that a few punches from her would kill it; but that's neither here nor there as of now.
Cooldude, gotta wait and see.
Disclaimer: I don't own Halo or The Last of Us as they belong to Microsoft/343 Industries and Naughty Dog.
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Boston Quarantine Zone, Barracks
August 2nd, 0530 Hours, 2033
Daisy's eyes slowly opened as her internal alarm clock woke her up. She yawned and looked around at her surroundings, seeing other soldiers in their beds through the darkness that encompassed the room. Adjusting her augmented eyes she saw next to her bed sat a pile of clothes. Sitting up and examining it further, she realized it was a USMC BDU.
She took off her green turtle neck, revealing just how in shape she was after over a decade of training. Her muscular definition was tone enough that if any of the other soldiers in the barracks saw her, they would be going complete apeshit. Putting on the olive - green shirt, she found it was a perfect fit. "Clothes on my back, a roof over my head, and meals to fill my stomach is all I need in return." She thought, already possessing a good opinion of the military thus far.
After also putting on the underwear and pants, she went over to one of the mirrors that lined the edge of the room and examined herself. Even in complete darkness could she see how well the new clothes fit her. They were tight enough to show off her form, yet loose enough to allow a good degree of movement. Lastly was putting on her sidearm holster which she found to fit her looted pistol perfectly.
Once she was done getting a look at herself, she began her normal on - base morning routine consisting of push ups, sit ups, planks, pull ups, crunches, and to top it all off a five mile sprint around the barracks. By the time she was finished, the moon had set and the crack of yellow - orange light barely peeked over the horizon. Heading back inside, she took a quick shower and washed up by the time the other soldiers inside began waking up.
As she came out to put her new clothes back, mainly because she only had the one set for now, a few men passing by her and into their own bathroom stopped and stared as she got dressed. Daisy saw not - so - subtle eyes digging into her soul as she put her shirt on. Rolling her eyes, she simply finished quicker than normal and walked out, heading to the command building.
Along her way to the heavily armored building, several patrolling squads gawked at how massive she was. Walking in large strides up to the two soldiers guarding the exterior checkpoint, she nodded slightly at them.
"I.D.?" One of the two asked.
"I don't have any as of yet, but Major Collins wanted to see me in his office first thing in the morning, official orders."
"What's your name?" The other soldiers asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Petty Officer Third Class Daisy Ann Spencer. I came in with Staff Sergeant Butcher and his squad yesterday evening."
"Oh you're the new girl? Damn, you look like an absolute unit. Yeah, Major Collins told us to keep an eye out for a large female of your description with the rank of PO3. Go on in, sorry to keep you both waiting." The first soldier apologized.
She nodded to the both of them, understanding just how tedious guard duty is. Heading inside, the receptionist just waved her through without a second thought as she climbed the stairwell. Arriving at Major Collins' office for the second time in her life, she opened the door and was greeted by the man in question briefing a platoon about an area that may be falling to the Fireflies side.
Her large frame didn't go unnoticed however as he stared at her for a second before silently pointing to a chair against the wall. A few of the soldiers being briefed turned around out of curiosity and went wide - eyed. "I guess most of the Marines here haven't seen anyone over 6 feet in a long time." She thought.
Collins nodded to her. "Pay attention Marines." He snapped at them.
Turning their attention back towards their briefing, he went over how more and more of their convoys and patrols were being attacked in areas that are typically locked down tight. Finishing the briefing, he tasked them with increasing security and recon the area for anyone using illegal areas to gather information and dismissed them.
As they left the room, Collins pulled one of their chairs to the front of his desk before taking a seat on his own. Daisy took the offer and sat down, her stoic composure looking exactly the same as it did yesterday.
"I'm glad to see that you're already doing better." He said with a smile.
"I shouldn't have broken down at all. If my drill instructor saw me like that he would've punished me so hard I'd wish I was dead."
"He must have been one helluva guy." Collins said before looking at a piece of paper on his desk. "So about yesterday, I want to know more about these United factions before you continue on about the insurrectionists and this Covenant. And if you'd like to divulge any more personal information, you may."
"Like I said yesterday, the UNSC is the military, science, and exploratory arm of the UEG. The UEG itself, in short, is the government of a united humanity created in 2170 after several secessionist crises. By the turn of the 26th century, after four failed uprisings followed by, a fifth one officially called The Insurrection began. The UNSC was originally a large alliance of United Nations member states during the fourth secessionist crisis dubbed The Interplanetary Wars against neo - fascist and communist uprisings. The war, for the most part, was such a massive success for coalition forces that a formal defense union was drafted that combined the militaries of Earth into a single entity. By this time, humanity itself had colonized the Solar System and branched out into the Orion Arm of the Milky Way, colonizing roughly nine hundred worlds." She briefly explained to Collins.
The man blinked several times and leaned into her chair, taken aback by the amount of detail she had given him in just a summary explanation. "No one's able to make up this large and consistent of a story for it to not be true." He thought, the last of his doubt being virtually erased.
"It must be a lot to take in, and that was the short version. If you need some time to process this, I can come back later." She offered.
"No no, please continue. I can have a full report written by my secretary later thanks to the camera over there." He said, pointing to an old CCTV camera residing just above the door.
Daisy quickly inhaled through her nose and let long a short sigh. "What came next was The Insurrection of 2497. As I, again, explained yesterday, it was originally a violent movement that tried seceding from the UEG that, after a failed UNSC intervention, exploded. Outer colonial revolutionary movements began banding together into a faction called the United Rebel Front, or URF. These 'Innies' as we dubbed them were supplied by the Colonial Military Administration, but it was soon found out and promptly absorbed into the UNSC. The conflict itself was both bloody and costly, so the Office of Naval Intelligence, or ONI, began a special forces super soldier project called the Spartan program. A grand total of seventy five of us were selected and we were trained and drilled for nearly a decade to perfect our physical and mental abilities before being pumped full of performance enhancing drugs." She paused for a moment and looked away. "We considered each other family after spending such a long time together, but only thirty five of us survived the augmentation process."
Collins, upon hearing this tragic side of the story, leaned forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "For what it's worth, you have my condolences." He softly spoke.
She gently nodded. "Thanks."
"If you need a moment, take one. I know from experience that losing the people you serve alongside is a bitch to deal with." He said, patting her shoulder and pulling away.
"I'll be fine." She said, sitting up and regaining her stoic composure. "As I was saying, once we finished our augmentations we were equipped with armor that was so heavy it would crush an unaugmented human."
"And these augmentations were?"
"I can't remember the specifics, but in essence our muscles became denser allowing us to punch with enough force to… well it's probably better that I show you." Getting up from her chair, she walked over to the wall. "Would you mind a little structural degradation?" She asked.
A look of concern grew on his face. "I would actually. If you want to provide an example, we can head to the range later."
Nodding, she sat back down in her chair. "To put our strength into words, it's equivalent to being hit by an emergency medical vehicle going roughly sixty miles per hour. Other augmentations include our bones being pretty much unbreakable, our senses being heightened to unmatched levels, we can run faster than any Olympic athlete, and our reaction times are in the nanoseconds."
"And you'll show us these superhuman feats?"
"If you'll allow me. I can put on a show for the Marines; give them something to take their minds off of whatever the current situation is like."
A click went off in the back of Collins' head. "Oh yeah that's right. You must have little idea about the current state of the world."
"That would be the case. If you can provide me with a proper briefing, or at the very least a detailed report over what's happened over the last, as Butcher said when we met, twenty years. But that can wait until I'm finished explaining everything about my… well universe I guess."
"Alright." He said, taking up her offer. "There's one last piece of information I want to know. Tell me about this Covenant."
"The short version is, we don't know much about them. Their system of governance is a mystery, their strength is something the UNSC could only dream of, their technology is just fascinating, and their ruthlessness to destroy humanity is fearsome."
"Could you be a little more descriptive? What you just categorized sounds both amazing and horrible, but I'd like to know more."
A few seconds ticked by before Daisy opened her mouth. "Their numerical and technological strength is something the UNSC has never seen. They have plasma based weaponry and their ships have some sort of shielding that protects them from most of our attacks. The only things that can really damage them are our MAC's and even then it takes several rounds."
"And a MAC is?"
"Mass Accelerator Cannon. Think of a large Railgun put onto the front of a several hundred meter long spacefaring vessel."
"Oh."
"Yeah, it's good against unshielded targets. Anyways, when we made first contact with them over the agricultural colony of Harvest, our fleet stationed there delivered a message that our destruction was the will of their gods. From there, all hell broke loose. Our fleets could only stand a chance if they outnumbered the enemy three to one, our armor being insufficient against their plasma weapons. On the ground we fared a little better. Marines and Army could hold back the Covenant onslaught if they had numbers and good defensive positions."
"How many would you say that you've already lost fighting these aliens?"
"Probably five, maybe six million so far."
Collins' went pale upon hearing the estimated casualties. After a few moments, he finally spoke up. "The last war with such casualty figures was World War 2. Just what in the fuck were these aliens doing?"
Looking him straight in the eyes, she responded clearly and brutally. "Every man, woman, and child were gunned down. No one was spared."
"You're… not exaggerating, are you?" He stammered.
"No, this was not just to see to our destruction, but our extermination." She replied calmly.
"Was there anything you guys could do?"
She shook her head. "The Navy was typically overrun and either routed or outright destroyed while ground forces would barely hold on until ODST or Spartan reinforcements arrived."
Collins' paused for a minute taking it all in. A war in which you are outmatched is a hard one to fight. One against an enemy that doesn't want to just force a surrender, but eliminate your entire race was something that just sickened him.
Daisy eyed his facial and body posture. His changing features told her that he was struggling to come to terms with what she had told him, not that she could blame him. She sat silently, waiting for him to calm down in order to continue the conversation.
Taking a minute and several deep breaths to steer himself back into the conversation, he then asked, "ODST's, what are they?"
"Orbital Drop Shock Troopers. They're nicknamed Helljumpers, and for good reason. In essence, they drop from small metal pods from low orbit above a planet to drop behind enemy lines or reinforce a position. There's something of a rivalry between them and us, but it never bothered me too much as I tried to empathize with the deaths of their own as much as I could."
"And you and seventy four others were picked from this force of what I would call over - the - top paratroopers?"
"Not really, we were selected from among the best—" She began, but quickly found herself at a sudden loss for words. "Before I continue, I ask that you hold whatever opinion you will certainly have for until I'm finished."
"Errrm yeah sure." He said, confused at her statement.
"I, and the rest of my brothers and sisters, were forcefully abducted by ONI into the Spartan program when we were all six years old."
Learning that aliens slaughtering humans was hard enough to hear, let alone fully understand without being shocked only to be told that kindergartners were abducted to become super soldiers only flabbergasted Collins even more. Many would consider him a tyrant, a dictator, and perhaps even a monster for what he's done to keep control and safety within his quarantine zone, but using children who barely understood life to become soldiers was always something he vowed to never do, unlike the Pennsylvania and Austin zones.
Slamming his hands on the table and standing up, he began pacing around his side of the desk. Hearing that his own species was being purposefully exterminated sickened him, this angered him.
"Petty Officer, how old are you?" He asked.
"Twenty six sir."
"And you were made into a soldier at six?"
"Trained at six, augmentations at fourteen."
"Jesus H. Christ." He said, turning around and cupping a hand around his mouth. He turned his head back until she was just in his peripheral vision. "Is there anything else you need to tell me about?"
Daisy thought for a moment. "Not at this time sir. I believe I've provided as much as I can."
"Then I think we've spoken long enough. Everything we discussed is classified until further notice. Due to the sensitive nature of your background, field prowess, and these superhuman augmentations you say you possess that I'll confirm later, you'll be jumped to the rank of 2nd Lieutenant. You'll be provided your own quarters and proper accommodations, and until I find you a more permanent position, you're our MARSOC Commanding Officer." Collins' stated.
"Sir?" Daisy asked in shock. "Are you being serious?"
"Dead."
"Well… thank you for the opportunity sir. I'll make good of it; but now it's your turn to explain."
"The apocalypse? I'll try my best. In 2013, there was a sudden worldwide breakout of fungus spores that infected people through their nasal cavities and took over their brain. Think of a traditional zombie, but without having to spread it through physical contact. I was just a Gunnery Sergeant then when we tried to contain the spread from the big cities and… well it was a clusterfuck."
"With all due respect sir, most things are."
He semi - nodded his head in agreement. "Amen to that Lieutenant. Anyways, martial law was put in place as society slowly broke down until it completely collapsed leaving both FEMA and the military as the remnants of the U.S. Government. While shit was hitting the fan, quarantine zones such as this one were built all throughout the states, I believe a dozen in total. As supplies and manpower got scarcer, we had to get stricter via rationing and harder punishments for dissidents. Eventually it bit us in the ass as some of the zones fell to uprisings while others fell victim to influences of the Fireflies."
"And they're the local insurrectionist group right?"
"Yes and no. They are the largest 'militia' group who say they want to find a vaccine for this whole thing and save the human race, but after twenty years you'd think they'd have one already. All it seems they really do is attack my home, kill my men, and terrorize the civilians."
"Sounds no different to the bastards I fought back home. The only key thing I see different about our situations is the scale. Mine was a full blown war while yours seems like true guerilla warfare; and with my new position, I can help with that."
"That's what I'm betting on. You're my ace in the whole, an unknown, an anomaly, and you're how I'm going to put down this damn cell all together. Now, is there anything else you think you should know or should I send a file of every detail we have on record to your new room?"
"I think the latter should suffice. You have other operations to attend to other than briefing me." She said, humbling herself a little while getting up and heading to the door.
As she swung it open to leave, he called out to her one more time.
"Lieutenant. Not a word."
Looking back directly at his eyes, she nodded. "Understood Major."
"Good. Now get out of here and go hit the mess hall, I'll send someone to find you later when I get everything set."
Nodding, she stepped out of his office and back onto the overall second floor of the command building. Heading outside, she realized Collins never actually told her where the mess hall was. Walking up to the Marines on exterior guard duty, she asked them instead.
They pointed her down a street leading to what appeared to be a reused school - turned - rations distributor. Heading inside, she found the cafeteria after a minute of walking around and went up to a near empty line while chefs scrambled around the back cooking whatever meals were being prepared for today.
One of the chefs heard her boots thudding closer and, after looking up, shook his head; muttering something just beneath his breath that was hard to hear over all the clashing and clanging in the background. Her stomach rumbled as she finally approached the counter and nodded to him.
The chef from earlier stopped what he was doing and leaned on his end of the counter. "I've never seen you before, who are you and what do you want?"
"Newly promoted 2nd Lieutenant Spencer and —" Before she could continue, he snickered before saluting.
"Been a long time since I've seen any navy, what makes you so special?"
"Classified."
"Dang, was hoping I could learn something."
Ignoring his remark, she continued with her order. "As I was saying. I'd like to have a plate of whatever you made for today."
"Not picky huh? I already like you; give me a minute." Pushing himself off the counter, he disappeared into the back behind machinery and silverware. Returning a couple minutes later with a plate of a fresh omelette, two strips of bacon, and French toast, he set it onto the counter with some silverware and slid it over to her with a wink.
Nodding at what she assumed was his handiwork, she took the plate and utensils and headed off to find a seat in the slow, crowd - gathering room. Choosing a table off to the side, she sat down with a slight groan from the plastic chair.
As she ate, the room filled more and more with both military and now civilian personnel causing space as a whole to decrease substantially. Her lonesome meal came to an end as two soldiers sat down across from her. Shifting her eyes up, she saw that they were a pair of Private's.
As they settled in, the male, seeing that her clothes bore no rank, shifted his weight to try and get a better look at her face. "Are you new in the forces too? We just graduated basic."
"Something like that." She said in between bites.
Poking his fork into the French toast, he raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Careful not to expose herself and limit what she would say, she just ignored him and continued eating.
"Hey c'mon. What do you mean by that?" He asked again, still not getting a reply.
At this point he was starting to get a little irritated. Grunting, he placed his hands on the table and leaned in closer, raising his voice just enough that it had some of the nearby tables start staring at them. "I asked you a question. Don't think you can just ignore me."
The other Private, a female, stopped eating her meal as she placed a hand on the man's arm. "Franklin, we talked about this. You have to get your anger under control now that we're Marines. You barely survived boot camp, now you want to embarrass us in front of everyone in the damn zone?"
Franklin let out a long sigh through his nose and sat back in his chair. "You're right Kat, you're always right. It's just… I hate being ignored, you know?"
"Yes, I'm well aware. But that is no reason to take it out on her." Kat said before turning to look at Daisy. "I'm so terribly sorry. He's got some anger issues after being beaten down most of his life. I'm Catherine Spikes and this is Franklin Martinez, nice to meet you." She said, holding out a hand.
Daisy set her fork aside and gently took Kat's hand, lightly shaking it. "Daisy Spencer."
"Well Daisy, what rank are you? You don't seem to be wearing any insignias." She asked.
"Lieutenant, newly promoted."
Both of their eyes widened in shock before they simultaneously stood up from their chairs and saluted. Daisy just simply waved them off, still not caring nor feeling comfortable about being addressed as an officer.
The pair blinked for a second before sitting back down. "Well, aren't you a change of pace ma'am. You're relaxed compared to the rest of the officers we've met." Catherine commented.
"Well it's not really my thing. Respect is earned, not provided. Now if you'll excuse me, I would like to finish my meal. I don't mind if you two stay and talk, just don't expect me to actively engage in the conversation." She said, picking up her fork and grabbing a piece of omelette.
"If you say so ma'am; and I'm sorry about my earlier outburst." Franklin leaned in and whispered to Catherine, unaware that Daisy could hear him perfectly. "I like her already. Out of all the officers she's by far the most chill."
Catherine nodded in agreement. For the next several minutes, they spoke and ate their meals in increments while Daisy stood by and just let them go on about what they did this morning. It was clear from their gossip that they were childhood friends who had a rivalry on who could do something better. So far Franklin was just barely beating Catherine in athletic ability, but Catherine had a sharper eye and was scoring higher on marksmanship tests.
Daisy smiled at them. Their banter reminded her so much of Linda and Kelly. The fastest Spartan could never be caught, but her crack - eye counterpart only needed to wait. After a few minutes she finished her meal, stood up, and nodded to them. As they reciprocated the gesture, she walked away and handed her utensils to the mess staff before making her way back to the barracks to pick up her backpack she had left behind by her bed.
The walk took only a couple minutes as she opened the door and went over to the bed she had slept in the night before. Looking around it however, she found that her backpack was nowhere to be seen. Poking her head up to look around the room, she spotted a lone Marine doing some push ups.
"Hey." She called out to him from her bed.
Stopping mid push up, he looked up at her, making eye contact and raising an eyebrow.
"Did you see a backpack being taken from here earlier?"
"Oh yeah, Staff Butcher came in looking for someone named Spencer. I've never heard the name before nor have I seen your face prior to today, so I assume he was looking for you. Since I didn't know who he was talking about at the time, I just heard him grumble something about the officers quarters before grabbing the bag and leaving. Got no idea what he's doing with your bag, but I'd say look for officers quarters three doors down." He explained, going right back into his routine.
"Thanks."
"No problem." He said without pause.
Heading back outside, before she made her way to the building that housed officers, she saw a small roundup of civilians surrounded by Marines in MOPP gear. Deciding to have a closer look, she walked up to one of the Marines acting as a guard.
"Daisy?" The Marine asked before she could get a word out.
"That voice, it sounds familiar." She thought. "Rose? What's going on here?"
"Found these folks hiding out in what's supposed to be an abandoned building. Haz - Ops are checking them for —"
"Got one." One of the Haz - Ops declared, making both Rose and Daisy look.
"No no, you got it all wrong. I'm not infected, check again!" The woman tried negotiating. Neither of the Haz - Ops were having it as one pushed her to the ground and kneeled on her back as the other injected her with an unknown substance.
The woman violently twitched and spazzed before falling still, presumably dead. At this time a man with a scraggly beard and long brown hair stopped by and watched.
"What happened to her?" He asked in a southern accent.
"Infected. Don't worry about it, it's none of your business." Rose told the man. "Move along." She ordered him.
"Ok, ok. No need to be stingy about it." He said, walking off.
"Civilians…" Rose muttered, shaking her head. "But yeah, we found them in this abandoned building which they weren't supposed to be in…" she said, raising her voice so they could hear her. "And now we're checking them for infection like that lady."
"I see. Well martial law is a bitch."
"Amen to that. But it's what we have to do in order to survive ya know? Without it we'd barely be able to function and keep this place safe. With the Fireflies up our asses lately, safety hasn't always been the easiest thing to fulfill."
"I understand. Well I have to head to the officers building and find my new quarters." Daisy said as she turned to leave.
"Wait, you got made an officer? You've only been here a day."
"I really can't say anything other than I'm a Lieutenant now."
Hearing her rank, Rose immediately shoulder her rifle and saluted. Daisy, like the last two times, waved her off.
"Well I'll be damned. Major Collins must've taken a liking to you to promote you six times over already. Alright ma'am, I shouldn't keep you."
"Likewise." Daisy said as she walked off. "I hope to be a part of Butcher's platoon. In less than twenty four hours, his squad's rubbing off on me, especially Rose. I'll just have to wait and see what Collins wants me to do." Arriving at the officers building not too long after, she entered it and went up to the receptionist desk.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?"
"No. I'm a newly promoted officer; one Lieutenant Spencer."
A few keys were pressed as the receptionist looked up Daisy's information. "Just a minute please. I've got to check if you've been put on record yet."
Daisy nodded. After a quick minute of searching, her last name was found, and when clicked on, provided her information. Medical exams and other basic information was listed, but her entire background section was marked off in black.
"Oh my. That's a lot of redacted material. From what I can see… you're new here right?" She asked in a confused tone.
Daisy again nodded in reply.
"Well… you certainly have an interesting file to say the least, but I know my place in matters such as that. Your room is number 23, third door on the left down that hall." She pointed.
Handing over a key, Daisy took the primitive unlocking tool and found the room that was her for the rest of her time here. Stepping inside, she noticed how it was a small room complete with enough commodities for an individual. A desk, couch, bed, bathroom, and even a closet had been prepared for her arrival.
A certain khaki colored backpack sitting on the bed caught her attention. She took her pistol out of the holster and placed it on her desk as she passed by. Opening the backpack, she didn't find its original contents inside, instead, found a thick yellow envelope. Opening it, she pulled out a dozen or so stacks of papers with the very first one reading "Welcome to the Marine Corps Lieutenant. First things first check the closet, I had Staff Sergeant Butcher and his men fill your room with the proper amenities."
Setting the papers down, she walked over to the closet and opened it. Inside was an unloaded M4 Carbine, three filled magazines, armor plating that covered everything from her chest to crotch, steel plates of varying sizes laid against the wall, a Kevlar helmet, and a gas mask with two spare filters.
She nodded at Major Collins' handiwork. "He cares for his men; says a lot about a leader." She thought. Taking the metal plates, guessing, she placed each one in the proper slot according to size. After a few back and forth with certain plates, she finally had the body armor ready for wearing. Putting on the armor, she certainly felt something pulling down on her compared to her magnetically attached Mjolnir, but the weight was virtually non - existent. Grabbing the gas mask, she examined it for a second before putting it onto her face and adjusting the straps until it comfortably fit her. Taking it off, she strapped it to the tactical belt of her armor. Lastly, grabbing the helmet, she placed it on her head, finding it nice and snug.
With a small smile, she picked up the M4 and loaded one of the three magazines into it. Pulling back the charging handle, she chambered a round before taking a minute to look for the safety. "I should really go to the range to have someone help me learn the ins and outs of these 21st century weapons." After making sure the rifle was not going to fire, she placed the other two magazines into the pouch holsters on her body armor. Slinging the rifle over her shoulder to free her hands, she grabbed the other two filters for her gas mask and put them into her backpack.
She began to read the papers that had come inside her backpack, but before she could finish the first one, a loud concussive force rattled the building followed by a shockwave that sent glass from her window flying all over the room. Shielding her face, she rode out the storm of overcooked sand. Peeking out her now broken window, she saw that a transport truck was now a smoldering wreckage with the bodies of three marines around it. Others were still shaking off the concussive effects while more began taking fire.
Seeing the quickly degrading situation, she grabbed her backpack and threw it over her other shoulder and snatched up her pistol as she went for her door. Heading into the hall, she practically ran twenty five miles per hour to the front door. Pulling it open, a Marine taking cover right around the corner was surprised at her sudden appearance as he locked eyes with her. The interaction barely lasted five seconds as a bullet hit his neck and he dropped to the floor.
Grabbing his collar, she quickly dragged the Marine from the corner and further into cover where she applied pressure to the wound. Fear and panic from his eyes met the determination of her own, but without 'modern' medical equipment like biofoam, there was nothing she could do as his body silently went limp. Slowly releasing her grip on his neck, she looked at her blood covered hands and snatched his dog tags. "Private First Class Smith." They read. Pocketing them, she picked up her rifle and readied herself. These bastards had just killed one of her new family right in front of her.
And she was not about to let them get away with it.
Author's Note: What do you guys think? A good monologue of details ending off with a bombastic start? I think so, but granted I'm the one who wrote it. Anyways hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Leave a note in your reviews if you read this, I'm not sure if you guys do or not.
