Hello again. Felt like typing something up so I thought I'd do something similar to what I did beforehand. Thinking about it I'll probably make these logs a thing, something extra to read after the main event.
On another note we have two more slots open for the group. Those sure went by quick.
-x-
Extract from Pelanoi Defence Force Private McGuire
Hey. How's my two favourite girls?
Really? Really, oh baby daddy's so proud of you. Good girl. Tell mommy you get an extra ten dollars in your allowance this weekend okay?
Now what's this your mother said you wanted to show me then Helen? A dog? I should've guessed… well alright if you promise to take care of him yourself. What's the little fella's name then? Toby? Toby. Well tell Toby I'll be bringing something back for him too when my rotation ends in… hold on…
Uh girls? Sorry but daddy's going to have to cut this short. No, no, nothing to worry about. Tell mommy I'm still coming home tonight. Gotta go. I love you.
Extract fast-forwards, time measurement sets this portion roughly two hours after first excerpt.
This is nuts. My rotation ends in thirty goddamn seconds and we get the order to deploy; life's fuckin' unfair.
Well if I'd known that smartass I'd have stayed in college, family tradition be fucked. There's no point in doing this anymore. All we do is drill, the odd training exercise and polish our boots. There's nothing to fight out here; this place is paradise! Even Al Qaeda loves it here! No, my point is that this place is as safe as safe can be – we don't need a Defence Force – the Police and the other Law Enforcement branches can handle things fine, we just sit here and look pretty for the cameras.
Hahaha! You said it Campbell – easiest damn paycheck on Earth is what it is! It'd be almost worth it if it weren't for the Gunny screaming in your ears at the crack of dawn every day.
Huh? Alright.
…
Go! Go! Go!
…
What the fuck? Yeah, no shit it's a riot Campbell I just want to know what the hell we're doing out here for it.
– a loud voice addresses the Private and his fire team –
Yes sir!
…
Hey! Hey you there! Yes you ma'am. Sorry, but we've got orders to cordon the area, I need you to keep away from this part of town, probably a good idea to go back to your own place and ride this out. What? I'm sorry what? Miss… Sorry? With all due respect Miss Straum, are you fucking high? Hey. Hey! I said – no. No. Sorry ma'am, poor choice of words I admit, but none of it changes the fact that you and everyone else needs to clear out of this part of town. No sir I don't know how long it'll –
– screaming and shouts can be heard in the background, close by, a short burst of gunfire quickly follows –
Jesus what the fuck?
Evans? What the hell happened man? What's – biting? What, he bit you? What the hell – oh shit, Campbell behind you!
– more gunfire extremely close by, it's safe to assume the weapon discharged is the Privates' –
Holy… holy shit, holy shit… I just – I just ki–
– the distinctive noise of a man throwing up fills the speakers –
Oh fuck. Ohhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What the shit is going on here.
– a piercing shriek of pain precedes more panicked screams –
Evans? Evans! Hey what the hell are you doing? Get off him! Oh shit! Help me! Get him off me he's fucking crazy! Jesus! Fuck!
– a distinctive crack of bone can be heard, and the Private's breathing calms down –
Shit, Campbell you just saved my – hey, you're not… thanks, kid. What's your name? Kit? Nice name. Is he… shit… goddamnit what the hell happened to him? He was fine a minute ago what the hell happened?
No, no kid I'm… I'm fine just a little… just a little rattled that's all. Thanks again. But really, you should get out of here. I don't know kid, just… anywhere but here, okay? Good. Thanks kid; I think I'm gonna need it.
Extract fast forwards again, time measurement places this part roughly an hour following the previous entry.
– staccato gunfire can be heard regularly in the background, along with wailing sirens and panicked screams. The gunfire suddenly rises in volume before ceasing –
Shit. Shit, shit, shit what the hell. That guy took an entire mag before he dropped. Something bad's going on here, something really bad. Oh yeah! Cause I'm really fucking worried about my paycheck now! I need to call Kat and the girls…
Yeah. Yeah you're right Campbell, they're a smart bunch. Yeah they're probably on their way to my folks right about now… thanks ma– woahwoahwoah!
– a deafening crash blocks all other noise, after the din recedes the Private can be heard coughing and spluttering –
Cam – hack – Campbell! Where are you? Campbell! Tommy! Tom–
Oh Christ…
Oh Jesus, no, no Campbell, no. No, no, no, no, nononono…
Shit…
– a moan can be heard close by –
Who's there?
– the moan grows in volume, joined by another, and another, and another –
Oh Jesus…
Hey! Stay back! I'm warning you! All of you! What's wrong with you? Stay back!
– the groans are now loud enough to drown out the background din –
Stay baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
– the Private opens up with his weapon, screaming alongside its explosive chatter, after a matter of seconds it stops and the moans return in force –
What the hell are you?
– the moans turn into snarls and an agonised cry can be heard for a moment before being snuffed out in an instant, replaced by a grisly munching and tearing –
/end of excerpt