Explosions riddled the city below, ripping it apart piece by piece. It is as if 300 Creepers exploded at the same time. There is no way anything could live through it. Although there is one man standing at the top of a mountain, his shirt stained with blood, both human and mob, and his, normally blue pants, painted black with dust and gunpowder from previous battles. A SC-2010 was in his right hand, without a corresponding mag. His face had a look of anger, but his white, soulless eyes spoke of distress and sorrow.
One Hour Earlier
Many skeletons and one Human stayed on the battlefield, firing away at zombies and Creepers. A battle raged overhead between Ghasts and Warthogs, which finally took a turn for the better, but it was only a matter of time before bad news broke through.
"Weasel, ODIN-1 is downed and the UMS Belt has been destroyed. I don't think we can last much longer here…" Herobrine's voice sounded over the COM.
"NO, We can do this, We… just… need… more… time!" Weasel screamed over the mic, and between bursts from his SC-2010.
"'WARTHOGS COMING DOWN!" one of the skeletons yelled as a flying tank flew over them and detonated, and Weasel was worried, it was the last one they had.
An array of fire charges hit the skeletons around him, bursting, and set every skeleton around aflame. He was alone, and just when it couldn't get any worse, a Ghast hit his position.
….
He woke a half hour later, his right leg was singed, and he could barely move. He managed to make it to the roof of the bunker with minimal pain, but still, it hurt.
"All units, pull back to defend the walls, the anti-Ghast Guns are offline, I repeat the AGGs are offline. Retreat to the walls, missiles are in the air, absolute coverage conformed. Get out of there, now." Herobrine sounded grim, like he didn't want to do this. "Failsafe 'SCORCHED EARTH' is in effect, may Notch help whoever is caught in the blast."
Of course, "SCORCHED EARTH" was their failsafe in case the mobs over-whelmed the defenses. It consisted of two Fragment Missiles hitting the ground, killing everything, which ment…
SWOOSH…. One of the Missiles flew overhead and impacted nearby.
"OH SHIT!" He screamed as he closed the bunkers Obsidian door, and road the missiles out.
….
He walked the blast area, heading for the wall with an obvious limp, 'No mobs? Strange, usually they rush back to the scene of battle.' Especially Creepers, those mindless, walking bombs are almost like Zombies.
Just as he reached the wall did the Nether open yet again. One minute he was standing with skeletons bringing him inside the city, the next, he's on the hard stone ground with a bullethole in his leg.
"GAHHHHHHAHG!" he screamed, only to have Herobrine run to him.
"Are you alright Weasel?"
"I HAVE A FUCKING BULLET IN MY LEG, DO I LOOK LIKE I'M ALRIGHT?!"
"I'll stop the bleeding." Herobrine worked feverishly trying to stop the bleeding of his only friend.
"THEIR GOING TO BRAKE…" The skeleton was cut off by an explosion a block away. The Creepers have got in.
They rushed to the Center of the City, but they couldn't continue. Not without sacrifices.
….
The Creeper Chief walked through the city, "Find the human, find out…"
He didn't really need to look that hard. The Human was sitting against the City Market, a pool of blood forming around his leg. The Chief ran to him.
"Where issssss Lord Herobrine?" The Creeper hissed.
"I don't know what your talking about." The Human spat, then smirked.
"You have no idea what you are doing." He flashed.
"Oh? Maybe it is something like this." A single tear strode down the Human's face. Holding up a Detonator, he squeezed it.
Explosions came from everywhere, and from everywhich-way. The creeper chief and the Human were quickly engulfed in the explosions, soon after, the entirety of the mob armies.