The group was still battling their way out when Will rejoined them.
No one asked any questions about what happened to him. Suddenly one of the
soldiers popped up and fired several rounds at the group, none of the shots
hit. The soldier was still firing when more then a dozen 5.7 millimeter
rounds tore his organs into something even an undertaker wouldn't even
recognize.
One group of troops was sitting right next to an electrical socket, which Krisy noticed. The outlet began to glow a bright blue, then blue lightning shot out, electrocuting all the men. The exit was only a few feet away, but as they ran Kris hit a Claymore mine, blasting his leg off. He started swearing in pain. "Fuck this hurts like a bitch!" But even as he said it, his leg started getting bigger. In a few minutes, it was back to normal, except it had no shoe.
The moment they burst out the door, machine guns tore up the earth around them. The helicopters above them began encountering problems; a hurricane force wind ripped them out of the sky, creating huge fireballs in the night. Jon created huge light and sound "bombs" disorienting the enemy troops. All of them were able to escape to the nearby woods. After 18 hours of walking and running, everyone except Barrett was tired. But even he looked different, because he used all his reserve carbohydrates and adrenaline. They decided that Carter should take first watch while the rest of them slept for a few hours. After an hour Kris replaced him, then Will replaced Kris, then Liz replaced Will, and so on. After seven hours the group began walking again. They were deep in the forest of Upstate New York, heading into Canada, so there was quite a few animals. One of these animals, a Buck deer, was unfortunate enough to walk in front of the group. Liz raised her P-90 and shot it, right through the heart. The deer was quite large and the group decided that a fire might attract attention, but they were too hungry to care. A feast of grilled venison was, right now, what they wanted. So Krispy started a fire and they started grilling. After their feast, there was a lot remaining. This was smoked and shoved in packs. The fire did attract attention, the kind they didn't want.
"Lieutenant!" he shouted. "Yes sir?" "What the hell happened at that God Damn school?!" "We encountered heavy armed resistance, sir." "43 of your men died!" "Yes sir, but we did capture and kill a total of 50 mutants." "How many escaped though?" "Our best estimate is over 60, sir." "60?! 60 damned mutants?!" "There were tunnels, sir." "Tunnels? 60 mutants escaped through some tunnels?" "There were seven others sir, with some dogs." "What happened to them?" "They killed 29 of my men and escaped, sir." "Get the hell out of my sight Lt., before you end up a private!" "Yes sir."
The commander of the eradication forces is named Michael Stridden. He idolized William Stryker, the former chief of the eradication forces. Michael is far more ruthless, far more deadly, far worse. He has one goal, to wipe out every mutant on the planet.
One group of troops was sitting right next to an electrical socket, which Krisy noticed. The outlet began to glow a bright blue, then blue lightning shot out, electrocuting all the men. The exit was only a few feet away, but as they ran Kris hit a Claymore mine, blasting his leg off. He started swearing in pain. "Fuck this hurts like a bitch!" But even as he said it, his leg started getting bigger. In a few minutes, it was back to normal, except it had no shoe.
The moment they burst out the door, machine guns tore up the earth around them. The helicopters above them began encountering problems; a hurricane force wind ripped them out of the sky, creating huge fireballs in the night. Jon created huge light and sound "bombs" disorienting the enemy troops. All of them were able to escape to the nearby woods. After 18 hours of walking and running, everyone except Barrett was tired. But even he looked different, because he used all his reserve carbohydrates and adrenaline. They decided that Carter should take first watch while the rest of them slept for a few hours. After an hour Kris replaced him, then Will replaced Kris, then Liz replaced Will, and so on. After seven hours the group began walking again. They were deep in the forest of Upstate New York, heading into Canada, so there was quite a few animals. One of these animals, a Buck deer, was unfortunate enough to walk in front of the group. Liz raised her P-90 and shot it, right through the heart. The deer was quite large and the group decided that a fire might attract attention, but they were too hungry to care. A feast of grilled venison was, right now, what they wanted. So Krispy started a fire and they started grilling. After their feast, there was a lot remaining. This was smoked and shoved in packs. The fire did attract attention, the kind they didn't want.
"Lieutenant!" he shouted. "Yes sir?" "What the hell happened at that God Damn school?!" "We encountered heavy armed resistance, sir." "43 of your men died!" "Yes sir, but we did capture and kill a total of 50 mutants." "How many escaped though?" "Our best estimate is over 60, sir." "60?! 60 damned mutants?!" "There were tunnels, sir." "Tunnels? 60 mutants escaped through some tunnels?" "There were seven others sir, with some dogs." "What happened to them?" "They killed 29 of my men and escaped, sir." "Get the hell out of my sight Lt., before you end up a private!" "Yes sir."
The commander of the eradication forces is named Michael Stridden. He idolized William Stryker, the former chief of the eradication forces. Michael is far more ruthless, far more deadly, far worse. He has one goal, to wipe out every mutant on the planet.
