Yangfan
Inactive Member
ON: Funky City, Nepleslia
"Well, it looks like we can get medical from one of these tanks. They're starting to catch up to us now. You did good, Mr. Chang."
Tommy was still staring at the empty street corner where the IDSOLs went out of sight. He had his camera in one hand and a still-warm pistol in the other. He wasn't sure whether he managed to get a picture of the IDSOLs in action during all the confusion, but he was pretty sure that he shot some zombies, in both sense of the word "shot". "Huh? Oh. Thanks. It's Chen by the way," Tommy replied absent-mindedly. His name on his press badge was obscured by a splatter of... something...
"Back to base then? You had a starship to find or something, right?" the Taii asked. Two medics wearing bright-green armbands with red crosses on them took gave the injured gunner a shot of pain medication and carried him on a stretcher towards the back of one of the large tanks. The pilot reminded the Taii and he got out, too, taking one of the 35mm cannons and its ammo off of the side of the helicopter. "You should make it back alright."
"Yes, back to the base..." said Tommy, as he looked down at his shirt, now very much disgusting and stained with multiple zombie-colored stains. "Eww. I hope that washes out," Tommy commented, to nobody in particular. "So we are going back in the copter then?" he asked the Taii, becoming reasonably comfortable with the idea of flying back with no side cannons, as the area seemed to be secured.
The only response he got was an increase in the pitch of the rotors as the helicopter lifted a few feet off the ground, as if the pilot was making sure that it was truly still a functioning piece of equipment. Shortly afterwards, the chopper rose into the air, and went down the street to turn around, making a wide turn in an open area where there seemed be a Yushi-type spaceship with civilian markings. Smoke was drifting out of one side of the bottom of it.
"Hope those people in that ship are all right," commented Tommy as he waited for the helicopter to make its way back to him. He was becoming rather uncomfortable now that the adrenaline was wearing off. His clothes were wet and dirty. His hands ached from excessive trigger pulling. All he wanted now was a hot shower and a long nap.
The helicopter didn't have too much trouble making it back to the base, where it landed near the smoldering hulk of that other aircraft that had not been that fortunate. The pilot crawled out of the cockpit and walked away without saying a word, leaving the helicopter there for someone else to deal with repairing. There was a Star Army ship sitting on the pad that wasn't there before. It's markings read "YD-523, YSS Rave."
"What the? Hey!" Tommy yelled after the helicopter as it quickly disappeared behind a row of buildings. "Well, FUCK. I was rather hoping to get a ride back..." Tommy said as he looked around for the Taii, as he recalled seeing him get off the copter, too.
Suddenly, a 300-story building fell to the ground a few blocks away. There was an overwhelming rush of debris and dust as the incredibly large structure was destroyed by what could only have been a military-grade starship weapon. Panic and chaos ensued as the city was blanketed in the dust. "What the hell?!" Tommy could hear the Taii cough.
"Aww dammit," Tommy muttered as he ducked behind a conveniently placed dumpster nearby, to shield himself from the shockwave of debris that would soon come. "Take cover!" He yelled at the Taii.
"Yeah, yeah," the man grumbled. The enormous wave of debris spread out form the base of the building and the upper portion of it actually fell on and crushed a hospital nearby. It was all over in about a minute, leaving the city covered in a couple feet of gray dust. The Taii was dead. Apparently, an unbreakable Zesuaium window had sliced him in half on its way plummeting into the ground and through the street.
Tommy slowly emerged from behind the dumpster, coughing violently and covered in dust, but otherwise relatively unharmed. It was a while before he could get most of the dust out of his eyes and look around. "Sir?" Tommy asked in a hopeful voice. He has yet to see the pieces of the Taii, which were partially obscured with all the dust.
It didn't take him long to spot the dead body, however, as the Taii's blood began seeping through the dust, making the immediate area surrounding his body a deep shade of red.
There was dead silence, except for sirens in the distance.
"Death by Zesuaium, huh?" said Tommy in a sad voice as he looked at the blood-stained window about a dozen feet away from the Taii's body, which wasn't even chipped or cracked from falling goodness knows how many stories to the ground. "You'll have to forgive me," said Tommy as he knelt down by the Taii's body and looked for his dog tags. "But your family and friends, if you had any, deserve to know what happened to you. Besides, I never got your name." The feet of dust that seemed to cover everywhere was doing a good job of hiding the stench, as well as obscuring away most of the gory details.
The man's dog tags read "Chui Jared Franklin." There was a rumbling, as one of the tanks started moving again around a corner. The military seemed to be converging on the wreckage, trying to clear a road to move the pieces out of the city, while trying to uncover any buried citizens. A bloody man wandered out of the building the Tommy was by, hefting a shotgun, and looking around dazedly.
Tommy was about to remove one the Taii's dog tags when he spotted the man emerging from the building. Not taking any chances, he dove behind the dumpster that he took cover with, and took his pistol out of his holster. "Hey you!" He shouted in the general direction of the shotgun-wielding man. "Are you infected or not?!" He wasn't really sure what to do if the man replied "yes".
The man broke into a short sprint, diving around the side of the dumpster, following Tommy. A shotgun blast narrowly missed him, putting a few stinging pellets into Tommy's right arm. Most of the shot was stopped the flak jacket the Army had given him before the helicopter ride. Still coming, the man, opening his jaws, dove towards him. As it did, Tommy felt a strange sense of dizziness and euphoria.
Tommy's mind began to go blank, but countless hours of playing shooter games had conditioned him with a soldier's instincts and reflexes. He shot the man point blank in the head and ran for it, expecting spawnlings to explode out of the corpse like he had seen before.
And indeed they did. The evil little things couldn't keep up, though. Running was a chore itself, though, due to the two feet of dust on the ground and the huge amount of dust that Tommy's lungs sucked in while running.
Tommy wasn't exactly making good progress in all the dust. After about 10 seconds of running, he risked a quick glance behind him. The spawnlings seemed to be more hindered by the dust than him. His right arm was beginning to hurt like crazy now. "Shit, shit, shit..." Tommy angrily muttered as looked around for the tanks that he heard earlier, while still struggling to put as much distance between him and the spawnlings as possible, no longer thinking that the area was secure.
>PAUSED
JP by:
Wes (Nepleslian soldiers, shotgun-wielding zombie)
Yangfan (Tommy)
"Well, it looks like we can get medical from one of these tanks. They're starting to catch up to us now. You did good, Mr. Chang."
Tommy was still staring at the empty street corner where the IDSOLs went out of sight. He had his camera in one hand and a still-warm pistol in the other. He wasn't sure whether he managed to get a picture of the IDSOLs in action during all the confusion, but he was pretty sure that he shot some zombies, in both sense of the word "shot". "Huh? Oh. Thanks. It's Chen by the way," Tommy replied absent-mindedly. His name on his press badge was obscured by a splatter of... something...
"Back to base then? You had a starship to find or something, right?" the Taii asked. Two medics wearing bright-green armbands with red crosses on them took gave the injured gunner a shot of pain medication and carried him on a stretcher towards the back of one of the large tanks. The pilot reminded the Taii and he got out, too, taking one of the 35mm cannons and its ammo off of the side of the helicopter. "You should make it back alright."
"Yes, back to the base..." said Tommy, as he looked down at his shirt, now very much disgusting and stained with multiple zombie-colored stains. "Eww. I hope that washes out," Tommy commented, to nobody in particular. "So we are going back in the copter then?" he asked the Taii, becoming reasonably comfortable with the idea of flying back with no side cannons, as the area seemed to be secured.
The only response he got was an increase in the pitch of the rotors as the helicopter lifted a few feet off the ground, as if the pilot was making sure that it was truly still a functioning piece of equipment. Shortly afterwards, the chopper rose into the air, and went down the street to turn around, making a wide turn in an open area where there seemed be a Yushi-type spaceship with civilian markings. Smoke was drifting out of one side of the bottom of it.
"Hope those people in that ship are all right," commented Tommy as he waited for the helicopter to make its way back to him. He was becoming rather uncomfortable now that the adrenaline was wearing off. His clothes were wet and dirty. His hands ached from excessive trigger pulling. All he wanted now was a hot shower and a long nap.
The helicopter didn't have too much trouble making it back to the base, where it landed near the smoldering hulk of that other aircraft that had not been that fortunate. The pilot crawled out of the cockpit and walked away without saying a word, leaving the helicopter there for someone else to deal with repairing. There was a Star Army ship sitting on the pad that wasn't there before. It's markings read "YD-523, YSS Rave."
"What the? Hey!" Tommy yelled after the helicopter as it quickly disappeared behind a row of buildings. "Well, FUCK. I was rather hoping to get a ride back..." Tommy said as he looked around for the Taii, as he recalled seeing him get off the copter, too.
Suddenly, a 300-story building fell to the ground a few blocks away. There was an overwhelming rush of debris and dust as the incredibly large structure was destroyed by what could only have been a military-grade starship weapon. Panic and chaos ensued as the city was blanketed in the dust. "What the hell?!" Tommy could hear the Taii cough.
"Aww dammit," Tommy muttered as he ducked behind a conveniently placed dumpster nearby, to shield himself from the shockwave of debris that would soon come. "Take cover!" He yelled at the Taii.
"Yeah, yeah," the man grumbled. The enormous wave of debris spread out form the base of the building and the upper portion of it actually fell on and crushed a hospital nearby. It was all over in about a minute, leaving the city covered in a couple feet of gray dust. The Taii was dead. Apparently, an unbreakable Zesuaium window had sliced him in half on its way plummeting into the ground and through the street.
Tommy slowly emerged from behind the dumpster, coughing violently and covered in dust, but otherwise relatively unharmed. It was a while before he could get most of the dust out of his eyes and look around. "Sir?" Tommy asked in a hopeful voice. He has yet to see the pieces of the Taii, which were partially obscured with all the dust.
It didn't take him long to spot the dead body, however, as the Taii's blood began seeping through the dust, making the immediate area surrounding his body a deep shade of red.
There was dead silence, except for sirens in the distance.
"Death by Zesuaium, huh?" said Tommy in a sad voice as he looked at the blood-stained window about a dozen feet away from the Taii's body, which wasn't even chipped or cracked from falling goodness knows how many stories to the ground. "You'll have to forgive me," said Tommy as he knelt down by the Taii's body and looked for his dog tags. "But your family and friends, if you had any, deserve to know what happened to you. Besides, I never got your name." The feet of dust that seemed to cover everywhere was doing a good job of hiding the stench, as well as obscuring away most of the gory details.
The man's dog tags read "Chui Jared Franklin." There was a rumbling, as one of the tanks started moving again around a corner. The military seemed to be converging on the wreckage, trying to clear a road to move the pieces out of the city, while trying to uncover any buried citizens. A bloody man wandered out of the building the Tommy was by, hefting a shotgun, and looking around dazedly.
Tommy was about to remove one the Taii's dog tags when he spotted the man emerging from the building. Not taking any chances, he dove behind the dumpster that he took cover with, and took his pistol out of his holster. "Hey you!" He shouted in the general direction of the shotgun-wielding man. "Are you infected or not?!" He wasn't really sure what to do if the man replied "yes".
The man broke into a short sprint, diving around the side of the dumpster, following Tommy. A shotgun blast narrowly missed him, putting a few stinging pellets into Tommy's right arm. Most of the shot was stopped the flak jacket the Army had given him before the helicopter ride. Still coming, the man, opening his jaws, dove towards him. As it did, Tommy felt a strange sense of dizziness and euphoria.
Tommy's mind began to go blank, but countless hours of playing shooter games had conditioned him with a soldier's instincts and reflexes. He shot the man point blank in the head and ran for it, expecting spawnlings to explode out of the corpse like he had seen before.
And indeed they did. The evil little things couldn't keep up, though. Running was a chore itself, though, due to the two feet of dust on the ground and the huge amount of dust that Tommy's lungs sucked in while running.
Tommy wasn't exactly making good progress in all the dust. After about 10 seconds of running, he risked a quick glance behind him. The spawnlings seemed to be more hindered by the dust than him. His right arm was beginning to hurt like crazy now. "Shit, shit, shit..." Tommy angrily muttered as looked around for the tanks that he heard earlier, while still struggling to put as much distance between him and the spawnlings as possible, no longer thinking that the area was secure.
>PAUSED
JP by:
Wes (Nepleslian soldiers, shotgun-wielding zombie)
Yangfan (Tommy)
