Gears of War: Night of the Locusts

by bUtCHEr pEtE

The first invasion of Landown was a disaster and no one will ever know the brave men and women who gave their lives for humanity. But for the survivors of Echo squad who are held up in a cabin, trying to find a way to esacpe from the pursuing Locusts.

9. Chapter 9

A/N: Okay, I basically started pulling things out of my ass for this chapter. Hope you enjoy!

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The sky had been pissing rain down for an hour now. But it was only a minute ago that the weather lightened up to sprinkles.

His eyes were sharp as a hawks, scanning the area ahead while in prone position in the undergrowth. He had recently come across a convoy traveling on a dirt road; maybe the only road through this forest. But the vehicles were not moving, nor could Culshaw spot any Gears.

His nose caught whiff of the moist dirt and the coppery smell of…blood. Crawling back into hiding, Culshaw had returned back to, the still unconscious Alpha, Corporal Winters. The Lance Corporal had do his best to patch up the Alpha as best he could, but he feared he was bleeding internally. Culshaw knew he had to get him medical attention. And soon!

"Hang in there, Alpha," he began to inspect his weapons; checking the Lancer's magazine and when satisfied he slapped back the clip into the receiver. Then he checked his sidearm. "Stay put, I'll be back."

Culshaw emerged from cover, aiming the assault rifle at the convoy in a knelt position. When things seemed clear he got to his feet and sprinted to the nearest Centaur tank. Once to the tank his eyes confirmed his nose.

A shocking amount of blood smeared downward from the hatch. Bloody claw prints graffiti around the tank; which only confirmed another nightmare.

"Oh, no…" Culshaw muttered under his breath. "Wretches."

Off in the dense forest, distant shrieks filled the air. This was cue for the Lance Corporal to gather up any useful equipment and "Get the hell out of Doge!"

He slung the rifle over his shoulder and rushed to each armored vehicle, gathering up medical kits, satchels, and extra ammunition. He then returned to Winters and began to drag him across the muddy road. But he stopped when the foliage across the road shifted.

Culshaw drew out his Snub pistol and sounded off a couple of rounds. And immediately the shuffling ceased; but only for a minute. But that was enough time for him to continue to retreat back into the forest.

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A/N: Like I said, I improvised for this chapter. Sorry if your disappointed. Hopefully you'll like the next chapter.