Campaign

Former Loud Residence

01 07 2018

0721 Hours

Royal Woods, Michigan

Lori pushes the stick forward into full gear. Immediately the tank rolls forward as a hail of gunfire and rocket rounds fly by. The sound inside the tank was that of someone taking a handful of rockets and throwing it against the roof of a metal shed, but instead that noise was constant. Lincoln fired the 120mm on a group of VDV soldiers outside the house. The soldiers had no chance as the shell detonated practically at their feet. The smoke of the explosion was followed by flying body parts.

Lynn immediately jumped to her feet as soon as the casing for the shell fell out of the breach. Each shell was an easy thirty pounds or more. Lynn flipped the shell in her hand around and stuck the shell in and backed off. Lincoln waited for her to flip the switch to let him fire but Lynn never did. "Lynn." Lincoln called out. "The switch."

"What switch?"

"The switch on the side of the gun."

"What about it?"

"Flick it already!"

Lynn sort of angirly flicks the lever. Lincoln re-aims the gun. He fires at a small armored jeep looking vehicle down the road. He watches as the shell explodes but the vehicle remains there. What happened next shook him to the core. A dark puff of smoke exits the object as it rolls backwards to reveal two red lights in the direction of the tank.

Lynn attempts to load another shell when a very loud bang followed, Lynn is force to grab her ears when the shell hits the floor. Lisa nearly falls off her seat to cover her face. Yet nothing happens. Unshielding their faces; Lynn, Lisa, and Lincoln look at each other when another loud bang echoes in the tank. Lincoln hastily regains his control of the gun and aims the shell for one of the red lights on the turret of the enemy tank. He fires.

The shell flies through the air. The sabot on the round flies off. Upon reaching the tank, the shell enters through the red light on the turret of the Russian tank. Lincoln watched as the tank's turret flew off with a brilliant explosion. "We got him!" He let out with joy.

Lisa returned to looking out the viewports of her cupola. A single jet flew over towards the North East when a very large explosion was seen in that direction. Gunfire was flying into the sky as more and more smoke rose from the area. Lisa spoke, "Driver, head to the education facility."

"Right away."

Before the rest of the kids could get ready, Lori puts the tank into the highest gear and swings the sixty-two tons of armor around. The tank manages to maintain a speed of 20mph. The supermarket was ablaze. Luan watched as piles of burning bodies filled the parking lot. The sight ate at her. Nobody asked for this. Luan sat back down in her seat and slumped down further.

Although the supermarket was belching out smoke, it still wasn't what was creating the massive tower of smog. As Lori turned the tank around the corner, a much more gruesome sight was seen. Russian tanks were burning, bodies were blown apart or spread across the road like someone tossing a bucket of red paint. The school was collapsing by the minute. The roof had fallen in one section while another was shooting out flames.

Lori continued to roll the tank towards the school. The sight of gore only got worse. Now more bodies lie on the ground, limbs crushed, presumably from tanks or vehicles, but it wasn't the worst of it.

Lori slowed down the pace of driving, Lincoln continued to look through the gun sight. That's when he seen something familiar, and his heart dropped.