Well this didn't take nearly as long as the last chapter, So glad for that. I'm having a few problems with Chapter 12, so don't expect that anytime soon, but it is great to finally wrap of this battle. Here is the list of feedback:
Gamewizard2008: Yes he is kinda green that way, but he'll get better overtime.
AceShadow: Thanks for noticing! Yes, KND weapons have been modified to kill, we'll get to a bit of that in this chapter.
Ok, time to start this.
"Nothing, good or evil, lasts forever." -Anonymous
KND Arctic Base: Western Section- Fleet labs
The small group of KND soldiers edged down the corridor, the younger operatives jumping every time an explosion sounded in the distance. Rachel was apprehensive, after that last little battle she had no desire to encounter anymore Confederates anytime soon. As a result, she was relieved when the group rounded the last bend and finally arrived at the outpost. The door inside was locked tight and reinforced with steel plating, a pair of KND soldiers manning what looked like heavy machine guns, stood guard outside. When they saw 1918 coming down the corridor, they relaxed and went back to watching the end of the corridor.
Handing Nigel over to the medic, Jonathan walked up to the door and wrapped his knuckles against it. "Whats the password!", a muffled voice demanded from the other side, "Cody you doofus, its me! Open the door!", replied Jonathan irritatedly. A loud thud sounded from the other side of the door and it swung open to reveal a short operative dressed in the same uniform that Jonathan was wearing.
A S.M.E.L.L.M.E.T. covered his face and as Jonathan walked through the door the operative reached up and pushed the helmet off his head so it hung by the collar across his back. Cody grinned, "sorry Jonathan, but I can't be too careful can I?" Jonathan wasn't in a joking mood, "stow it Cody we've got wounded, get your medics out here, also we got one more shell shock victim on our hands." Cody sighed deeply, "great", was all he said. Rachel walked up to the two as the medics came out of the outpost and began tending to the wounded while herding the others inside.
"You've had a lot of cases of shell shock at this outpost", she asked, Cody looked at her grimly, "sister you don't know the half of it." Rachel crossed her arms, "I'm still the Supreme Leader Numbah 34-4." Cody blanched and let off a quick salute, "sorry sir!" Rachel eyed him curiously, Cody hadn't changed since the last time she'd seen him, which was all the way back at last years christmas party. He had medium length sandy blond hair, light green eyes and a slightly freckled face. If she was to sum up one word to describe him it would be: young. She considered him for a second, this was the kind of kid the war should be hitting the hardest, after what she'd seen of him before hand she'd expected him to be quaking in his boots like the rest of the junior operatives.
But here he was, neither frightened nor cowering, standing his ground like the rest of his comrades. If he can do it, well then theres no reason we can't as well, on another note she also began thinking about how she appeared to the troops right now, Jack was right, I can't be showing any weakness right now, these kids look up to me for leadership, if I appear weaker than them, they'll lose all hope. A voice jolted her out of her thoughts, "sir, we gotta go", "huh?", she spoke as if coming out of a dream. Jonathan was looking at her, "we have to seal up the doors, come inside." "Right", she replied, following him inside, she mentally kicked herself for taking too long, hows that gotta look, your supreme leader staring off into the distance for no reason like some dazed moron! I'm such an idiot!
The doors swung shut and a pair of operatives moved a large bar over them, locking it in place and effectively sealing the doors. Rachel surveyed the inside of the "outpost". It was a large chamber, created at a four way intersection in the corridors. One of the corridors led to another sealed off door, the next was open and led to a small room that housed what used to be a weapons lab (she could tell from the loads of spare gun parts and broken prototypes scattered across the floor and hanging from the walls). In that room she saw a couple of 2x4 tech specialists that seemed to be working on fixing some of the weapons there. The last room was a small office, she assumed it was Schmitt's, inside she saw a few operatives surveying a map of the base, while another operative sat in front of a radio station with a headset on, writing down some data on a clipboard.
The rest of the outpost was pretty bare save for a corner that was cluttered in stuff from the labs and another corner that was serving as a temporary hospital. Around the room a few operatives sat here and there, chatting, cleaning their guns or tinkering with pieces of equipment. Jonathan was standing over near the hospital corner and she quickly made her way over to him. He was talking with Cody about something, but when she walked up they ceased all chatter. Jonathan gestured to her and they walked through the small medical encampment.
Here, operatives lay on roll out matts or stretchers, others sat against the wall with blankets pulled over them. A few of the operatives only had minor injuries, Rachel saw evidence of sprained ankles, concussions, a few operatives who had lost their hearing and one or two broken bones. As they walked down the rows though, the injuries became more serious: bullet wounds, some shrapnel damage and here and there, a missing limb. Rachel had to shield her eyes during those parts. Finally they reached the last row of patients, these must have been the shell shock victims as Rachel saw operatives jittering, a few were curled up in balls and muttering things to themselves and others just lay there, staring off into space.
Near the end of the last row, they found Nigel, he was laid out on a stretcher and was likewise staring off into space, while a medic performed some tests on him. Rachel tried not to look worried, "is... is he gonna be alright?", she asked the medic. The medic stood up and rubbed his hands together, "yeah, he'll do just fine, his case was one of the weaker conditions we've had to deal with so far, he's pretty stable right now. He had a minor knife cut across his chest, a couple of bandages delt with that. He's still a bit shocked, so I'm gonna give him a stim shot and when he starts becoming more responsive we'll give him some gum and something to drink, that usually works for the light cases."
"Hold on a sec... did you say a shot!", Rachel was horrified, "we never use shots! Every kid hates shots!" The medic grinned, "sorry sir, thats not really what it is, here." He produced a device from his belt. It was a small grey canister, that was featureless save for a slot on the side and a red button on the top that was covered with a see-through cap of plastic, also the bottom of the device was covered in tons of tiny, pin prick sized holes. The medic produced a small vial from his kit and loaded it into the device. Then he pressed the device against Nigel's neck.
Before she could move to stop him, the medic had flipped open the cap on top and pressed the button. The device gave off a slight hsssssss, sound, then it let out a beep and the button blinked green. The medic removed the device from Nigel's neck and ejected the now empty vial on to the floor, "see, harmless", he said. He was right, there were no punctures in Nigel's neck, nor was there any blood showing.
Still, Rachel was tense, she had been moments away from slapping the device straight out of the medic's hands. It was then that she noticed the pressure on her right shoulder and she turned to look. Jonathan had put his down there, quite firmly, while the medic had been using the device. It could have been seen as a gesture of reassurance, but Rachel saw through that, if she'd lunged at the medic, he would have restrained her. While interrupting an unknown medical procedure is not the smartest course of action to begin with, she was still slightly angry at the disrespect he was showing her.
She was beginning to realize the bigger picture here. These were Schmitt's soldiers, his marines, his doctors, the kids he had led and fought beside since the Beach War. They would only follow her orders if it were necessary, Supreme Leader or not, and in that instant, she realized that she couldn't trust them. She knew she could trust the regular KND operatives, but the fleet personnel were another story now. Their loyalty belonged to only one person: Schmitt, and he was anything but trustworthy right now.
Now that she realized the situation she was getting into, she let the issue drop and turned to the medic, who had gone back to tending to Nigel. He looked up at her, "I gave him the regular dose, he'll be up and about in a few minutes." The medic turned back to Nigel, "he's a piece of work this one, not many of our guys can stand up to Confederate troops in close quarters, they've got way better training when it comes to that stuff. He's lucky to come away with just this." Rachel only nodded in response.
She turned and walked back towards the center of the room, Jonathan followed her. "I'm surprised you didn't freeze up like he did", he remarked as they walked. "It's not like this is my first exposure to death", replied Rachel, "service in the KND isn't all hunky dory you know." Jonathan frowned, "of course I know that, better than most I'd wager to, but still, this is a lot to take in, even for a battle hardened veteran, I have to say I'm a little impressed." "What sort of Supreme Leader would I be if I couldn't handle it", she replied, immediately thinking back to her earlier conversation with Schmitt.
"Explain to me a little more about this new technology Schmitt's apparently been slipping us", she ordered. Jonathan bristled slightly at her tone, but he responded professionally, "the shot you mean? Its not really a shot, its really called an infuser, but the medics have taken to calling it a shot for some reason. It's one of the few pieces of USF tech that Schmitt was able to leak to us, I don't really know how it works, but it diffuses medicine through your skin right into your bloodstream rather than injecting it. Apparently the Federation kids hate shots just as much as we do."
"Really", she said, with semi-interest. Jonathan took a stick of gum from his pocket and began chewing on it, "Numbah 1 was lucky, if he'd picked up a KND weapon instead of a Confederate one he'd be dead now, just plain lucky..." "Whys that?", she asked, curiously, "I though our weapons worked on the Confederates, your's obviously did." Jonathan grunted and directed her over to the pile of supplies in the corner, near the pile was a small heap of cannibalized KND weapons.
Jonathan gestured towards them, "as you can imagine, our more... inventive weapons like those G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A.s you guys were using, have little to no effect on Confederate troops." Jonathan patted the S.C.A.M.P.P. on his back, "only laser weapons like these have any chance of getting through their armor, but as you should know, all our laser weapons only have the power to stun or KO enemies, they can't kill, so..." He withdrew a small cylinder from his belt, it looked similar to the medic's infuser but it was black instead of grey and was completely featureless, save for what looked like a USB port on one end and a single, glowing red stripe on the top.
Jonathan hefted the device, it was only about the size of his hand, "...the fleet techs came up with these, superchargers or L.E.M.s as the tech boys have started calling them. You can bolt this into just about any KND laser weapon and it increases the power output by tenfold, thats what allows our weapons to kill." He tossed the device to Rachel, "I told Cody a few minutes ago to start handing these out to those operatives you brought", "thanks", she replied, catching it deftly, "whys it called a L.E.M.?" Jonathan shrugged, "stands for Laser Enhancement Module, I still prefer supercharger though." Eyeing the G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A. she was carrying he said, "you'd better grab a S.C.A.M.P.P., theres a few in the command center."
Rachel shrugged, dropping her gun onto the pile as the two of them started towards the command center, "how do we get more of these, we're gonna need a lot if we want to outfit the whole KND with them." Jonathan grinned, "actually, they're pretty easy to make, we made most of these with parts from those weapons you saw back there, Schmitt was going to include the blueprints in the message he sent out to the other sectors, so we should be covered on that account." "Good", she replied, "but that just causes another problem, we don't have enough laser weapons to give to every KND operative, each sector has a full selection of weapons, but there's no telling if they managed to make off with them or got the the blueprints in time."
Jonathan grunted, "nothing we can do about that, so don't worry about it." They got to the command center inside Schmitt's office, somebody had laid around a dozen S.C.A.M.P.P.s against the wall. Rachel quickly grabbed one and slapped in the L.E.M., which fit snuggly in place inside the soup can on the gun. Jonathan walked over to the radio officer, who handed him the clipboard he had been using, he frowned as he saw its contents, "looks like we've lost the southern front and the Confederate artillery batteries have destroyed around half of our AA guns, this isn't good." He gestured towards a cabinet on the other side of the room, "help yourself to some root beer, Schmitt brews the best stuff around, just don't tell him we took any, okay?"
Rachel shook her head, "thanks, but I've already had a taste, that reminds me, Schmitt says to stay out of his stash." Hearing this, Jonathan and the other marines in the room turned pale, "you mean... he knows", one of the marines asked nervously. "Thats right", replied Rachel in an amused tone, "he also told me tell Numbah 2552 when I see him." Jonathan turned an extra shade paler, he glanced nervously towards the near empty soda cabinet, "oh man, he's kill me when he finds out about this."
Rachel chuckled with delight at their discomfort and walked over to the map, the kids who had been studying it made room for her. She frowned, "Schmitt never told us, but why did you need our help anyway and wheres Numbah 2552?" Jonathan put on his serious face and walked over, gesturing to the map he said, "this is the most important section of the base, this section houses the two things critical to our defense, the energy shield generators and the S.C.A.M.P.P. cannons, we were sent here to defend both." "And those are...", she asked with annoyance, she really was getting tired of being kept out of the loop on these things. "Right", said Jonathan sheepishly, "look, the cannons are basically what their name implies, they're S.C.A.M.P.P.s the size of cannons which fire particle beams instead of lasers, again USF tech, we can use them to shoot down the Confederate warships in orbit." "Okay, and the shields?", "more USF tech, basically its a solidified shield of energy that covers the base, not in a dome, but directly above the base, it's whats protecting us from artillery and air strikes", explained Jonathan.
He pointed to the map, "the AA guns are elevated above the shield to shoot at aircraft, so they're open to attack, so are the cannons, but we were able to form a small open topped shield bubble around the cannons to protect them from artillery fire." He ran a finger in a circle around the western entrances to the base, "however, we don't have the power to extend the shield around the whole base, so it only protects the main sections, the defense lines and entrances aren't shielded, so the Confederates have been trying to push in through to this complex to take out the guns, that would allow the them free rein to bring down their warships and bomb us into ashes." He finished by pointing to a small circle marked on the map, "all main western entrances converge at this point here, Fritz is holding down the line there with the other 6 squads of marines that were stationed here."
Jonathan turned to Rachel, "you were sent here to help us hold this outpost so...", he was cut off as an especially big explosion rocked the room, sending showers of snow and ice cascading down from the ceiling. "Its gonna take more than that to put us down you bastards!", one of the marines exclaimed, suddenly the radio operator shouted out, "sir I've got a message coming in from the central command, they report that the Confederate landing fleet is abandoning it's position and backing out of orbit and the remaining ground troops are falling back from the base!"
The other marines exchanged wary glances, "they're retreating", someone asked, "so... I guess we won?" "Looks like it", someone else responded hopefully. Jonathan shook his head, "no, they wouldn't just give up that easy..." "Sir additional info from central command, long range scopes have picked up the battleship in charge of the landing force maneuvering into high orbit above the Arctic!" "Damn!", swore Jonathan, "they're gonna hit us with an orbital bombardment! Can we stop them?" "No sir, fire command reports that they're out of range of our cannons, the admiral is ordering a full strategic withdrawal from the base, we're to take everything we can and head to the rally point at Moscow."
"Get me the admiral now!", ordered Jonathan; as if to support her earlier thought, Rachel noted how the operatives continued to call Schmitt by his old rank, even though he wasn't technically part of the KND anymore. The radio officer hit some buttons on his console and an image of Schmitt back in the command center popped up on the wall mounted monitor. He looked angry, "what is it Jonathan, I'm busy packing up, so you better make this quick." Jonathan snapped to attention as he gave his reply, "sir we're cut off from the main part of the base, the Confederates destroyed the east exits and theres no way we'll make it out of the western entrances in time, we need an airlift!" Schmitt dismissed this with a wave of his hand, "I've already got S.K.Y.C.L.A.W.s on the way to extract the cannons and the shield generator, I'll divert some rescue S.C.A.M.P.E.R.s to evac your men, but make it quick, I give us about 15 minutes before they get into firing range!"
"Will do", said Jonathan, he cut the connection, walked out to the middle of the room and shouted, "alright marines, we are leaving! Pack up everything you can and head to landing bay 23 down the hallway, medics get the wounded moving towards the evac point, squad 1 your with me, move move!" The room was a flurry of activity as the operatives swept into action, packing up ammo crates, helping patients to their feet or loading them into stretchers and grabbing all the extra weapons they could see. The sentries on the far side of the room opened up the other pair of locked doors and the operatives streamed out towards the landing bay.
Jonathan slammed on his helmet and unslung his S.C.A.M.P.P. as he prepared to move, the operatives in the command center began packing up the maps and radio equipment as they moved to join their comrades. Jonathan turned and addressed radio officer, "get Numbah 2552 on the line and tell him to move to the evac point as well, then pack up the rest of this stuff get going." "Yes sir!", he replied and immediately sat down to transmit the message. Rachel turned to Jonathan, "I'll go get the cadets ready to move, we'll follow you to the landing bay." "Alright", he replied, "just tell them not to drag their feet, in a few minutes this base is gonna be toast."
He ran out of the command center, followed by Cody and his command squad, leaving Rachel alone in the office. She walked out to the room and headed over to sector V, who were helping a now conscious Nigel across the room. She was relieved to see him up and about, she just hoped he would agree with what she had planned, there was very little time. Nigel saw her coming and stumbled over to her, sector V followed. As he came level with her and she opened her mouth to tell him what she intended, but was cut off as he hugged her roughly. It was less of a hug and more a matter of him throwing his arms around her to support himself but still, she couldn't describe how happy it made her to hold him close again.
He released her and stood back to steady himself, "that was a bit rougher than I expected", he said. She gave him a quick half smile, she wanted to ask him how he was doing, but there was no time and instead just cut to the chase, "its good to see you up Nigel, listen I've got a plan, but I need you to trust me on this one, alright?" He nodded, "ok, what is it?" She looked around, most of the remaining operatives were clustered near the exit and out of earshot so she leaned in and said, "we all know Schmitt is still hiding things from us, when the last of the fleet operatives leave, I want you guys to help me search his office before we head to the evac point."
Nigel frowned, "I don't know Rachel, the guys told me we only have 15 minutes to get out of here, we're gonna have to make this quick." She smiled reassuringly, "don't worry, it won't take more than 3 minutes to search the office, then its a quick 4 minute sprint to the landing bay and that leaves us 8 whole minutes to get away from the base, in a KND ship that'll be plenty of time." Nigel bit his lip in thought, then shrugged and said, "oh what the heck, I'm in, besides, this might be our first and only chance to get some true answers about all this."
She smiled again, she knew she could always count on him to help in these kinds of situation. Others though..., she pushed that thought to the back of her head and tried to focus on the mission as she and sector V entered Jack's office. It was pretty barren now that the fleet operatives had left, most of Jack's possessions were still here too, what little he kept here. All she could see in plain sight was a single bed with a built in heater (essential when living on the base), a small dresser, his soda cabinet, a desk and some boxes stacked in a corner.
Still, plenty of places to stash something, sector V immediately began opening the boxes and Nigel began searching the dresser, she on the other hand, moved to search the desk. She only felt slightly guilty at going through another person's things, especially seeing as how they were Jack's. The desk was pretty bare, a few old reports and some papers left by the radio officer were all that were left. She searched underneath the desk, nothing, the desk itself had only one small drawer and inside there was nothing but playing cards and hard candy.
"Find anything?", she called out, as she moved over to search the soda cabinet."I got nothing over here but comic books and old mystery novels", shouted out Numbah 4, as he pawed through one of the boxes, "I've got some chewing gum and half finished notebooks over here", called out Numbah 3, "and I've got kids clothing and some assorted uniforms", finished Numbah 1. "Great, is there anything else?", Rachel asked as she threw open the soda cabinet. It was a small cabinet, basically a box on top of a hollow wooden pillar, it had also been bolted into the wall. Inside all she found were drained or half empty soda cans and bottles, "nah theres nothing else here", replied Numbah 5, "there probably wasn't anything here to begin with."
"There has to be something here!", exclaimed Rachel, she was getting desperate. Nigel came up and put a hand on her shoulder, "face it Rachel, Schmitt's too good to just leave evidence lying out here, we better get going before we run out of time." Rachel couldn't believe it, she had been sure that there would be at least something, anything, here, there had to be. But once again, Schmitt had outsmarted them, that smug know it all jerk was really getting on her nerves now. In her frustration she lashed out and angrily punched the back of the soda cabinet.
She recoiled as pain shot through her fist, followed by a dull thump. Thump, she thought, wood doesn't make thumping noises... "Theres something behind the soda cabinet", she exclaimed; Nigel looked at her quizzically, "Rachel we all want to find out more about what's happening as badly as you do, but come on, stop making things up and lets go already." "No really, theres something back there, something hard", she said and began feeling around the edges of the back of the cabinet. Nigel still looked quizzical, "ice?", he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.
Rachel favored him with a sour look before going to back to her search. Finally she found what she was looking for, a small groove cut into the cabinet's back. She dug her nails into it and wrenched it forwards, it resisted for a moment, before the secret door swung open to reveal a metal box buried in the wall behind the cabinet. "I knew it!", she exclaimed, Nigel perked up, "what, what is it, let me see." She stepped down to allow him and the rest of sector V a view of the box, it was made of solid steel and was sealed with a very complicated looking electronic lock. Turning to Numbah 2 she asked, "how long would it take you to get this open?", Hoagie moved forward to examine the box, "the locks reinforced and knowing Jack, its probably encrypted with some high of tech Federation security system." "Okay", replied Rachel, "but can you get it open?"
Numbah 2 shrugged, "sure, if I had my tools and a few days maybe, I could totally get with open." Rachel hefted her S.C.A.M.P.P., "we don't have a few days", realizing what she was going to do, Numbah 2 jumped aside as Rachel put half a dozen shots from her now supercharged S.C.A.M.P.P., into the lock. The lock was smashed into pieces by the shots and the door swung open to reveal a single small, leather bound notebook. Rachel reached inside and picked it up, on the cover it said, Admiral's logbook- Jack Brimve Schmitt. "Jackpot, literally", she exclaimed with a small giggle, pocketing the notebook. "Found what you were looking for", asked Nigel, a bit nervously, "yep", Nigel looked relieved, "good, now lets get out of here before it's too late."
"Sir we're in position, bombardment cannons are loaded and ready to deploy." "Excellent", replied Arthurs, "now FIRE!"
KND SCAMPER C324: Above the Arctic Base
Schmitt looked out over the remains of the arctic base as his S.C.A.M.P.E.R. hovered just above the south side. He saw the last of the rescue S.C.A.M.P.E.R.s taking off from the west, following the S.K.Y.C.L.A.W.s north as they headed for the ocean. One of the fleet operatives in the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. with him was busy talking on the radio and leaned over to say, "sir thats the last of them, the base is fully evacuated." "What about Numbah 362 and her command squad?", asked Schmitt, the officer shook his head, "no sign of them, Sergeant Jonathan is reporting that they were supposed to evacuate with the rest of the western defense force, but they're not there, they may have made it out on another flight though." Jack narrowed his eyes, "how much time do we have before..."
The air around them shuddered, buffeting the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. with fierce winds, as the concussion from some distant blast slammed straight into them. Schmitt grabbed a pair of binoculars from officer and scanned the skies above. He swore when he saw it, a wave of fiery streaks descending into the atmosphere from high above, "we're out of time", he yelled, tossing the binoculars aside, "get this crate moving now!" "But sir!", cried out one of the KND regulars on board, "what if Numbah 362 and the others didn't make it out in time?" Schmitt gritted his teeth, "we don't have time to go back, the bombardment's on its way, we go now or we're all dead." Pulling himself into the cockpit he said, "pilot get this ship moving or so help me I'll do it myself!" The pilot opened up the throttle and the ship shot away from the base. Jack looked back at the base one last time, if you guys are still in there, you're on your own now.
KND Arctic Base: Landing Bay 23
When Rachel and sector V finally made it to the landing the bay, they found it deserted. "Oh crud, we're too late", exclaimed Numbah 4, "there's nobody left!" Rachel noticed a single C.O.O.L.B.U.S., parked on the other side of the landing bay, "not quite looks like theres one ship left." They rushed towards it and piled on into, Numbah 2 immediately took the pilots seat while the others strapped themselves in, "will it fly?" asked Nigel. Hoagie rand a quick diagnostic, "yeah, but just barely, this old hunk of junk is way over due for an overhaul." Numbah 2 started up the C.O.O.L.B.U.S. and took off, soaring out of the landing bay, as soon as they got into open air however, they were hit by tons of turbulence. "Whats wrong", yelled out Rachel, "I don't know", yelled back Numbah 2. "Oh double crud!, guys look!", Numbah 4 was pointing out the window, in the sky over the arctic base they could see a series of bright lights, streaking down through the sky straight towards them. "The bombardment", breathed Nigel, Rachel didn't miss a beat, "punch it Numbah 2!", she screamed.
Hoagie opened the throttle all the way and the C.O.O.L.B.U.S. shot forwards, following the path taken by the other evacuating ships. Behind them, the kinetic barrage increased its speed as it raced down from the heavens to meet the earth, closer and closer. Too close, they weren't far enough away from the base yet, "can't this bucket move any faster", yelled Numbah 5, "this is as fast as it goes!", screamed Numbah 2. The projectiles slammed into the base, "brace your..." started Rachel, then the projectile exploded with the force of a nuclear blast. The base was shattered and crushed into the earth as the shock wave ripped across the ground. The concussion from the blast sent huge waves of snow rippling outwards in all directions, followed by a blast of concentrated air and ice that surged through the air and slammed straight into the C.O.O.L.B.U.S.
For a split second, they rode the air current and were propelled forwards at even faster velocities, then they fell backwards into it. The waves of destructive force threw the ship around like a baby's play toy as they were tossed left and right at stomach churning speeds. Then a massive jolt surged through the ship as it crashed straight into the ground. For a split second, everything in the cabin was snow and bright lights and then there was nothing more.
Oh damn that took a long time to write, I just hope it was worth the effort though. As you can guess they are not actually dead, I mean, if they were then I would have lost pretty much all my stories main characters. But what did happen to them? Well you'll just have to wait until the next chapter to find out, until then this Jackrkazi saying please remember to comment, review and thank you for reading my story so far. Goodnight!