Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 4:17:53 GMT -5
OOC: This takes place Pre-Apocalypse. If you'd like your character to have had contact with Aaron before, you can PM me to enter. Otherwise I intend to post again in a few days.
Carpet bombs.
Plumes of fire and smoke casting orange and red hues across a horizon black as death. Mutant screams pouring in from the flames. Europe was burning. America was just as bad, but with the might of good old Uncle Sam, the President saw fit to try and get us to help Britain, Germany, France….he’d come in from the airport when he found out his family died. When he…lost all he had. Dead in Afghanistan, dead in Iraq. Dead in Ukraine. Dead by the Sleepers….it was all the same to him. He didn’t really care. His eyes looked down from the chopper as he watched London burn, watched civilians trying to outrun hordes while the Royal Army stood their ground. Just…people. Trying to live. They weren’t here for them though. They had to save parliament. The Prime Minister. The Queen. Nobody gave a shit about the little people. About those who elected them into office.
Aaron turned to the team, his Captain calling out of the headset.
“ETA one minute! Get ready to unload and assist in suppression tactics until we can retrieve the packages! Flint, you got rooftops, make sure no jumpers are gonna take us from above. Calloway, you’re taking small arms and will flag point with me. Hollows, Derring- you two are gonna pull up the rear, keep our exit open. Lets lock and load, gentlemen!”
Aaron turned his eyes back to downing street, where fires burned and sleepers strolled. He hopped out of the chopper when it was about seven or eight feet off the ground, drawing his machete and hunting knife quickly. Sleepers turned at the noise, hands coming up. His blade cut heads in half, his hunting knife being a point of followup. Derring and Hollows opened up their guns- an M240 and an M4 assault rifle. Heads exploded around him as he moved forward with Captain Sudeki.
Downing street was overrun. The house was on fire, and the bodies of the security detail were being chewed on. The captain moved straight for the door, heading inside.
“PRIME MINISTER!? PRIME-“
A flaming sleeper rushed toward him, the Captain palming his face. The captain crouched and used the Z’s flesh as silencers to blow out his knees…Aaron would have to remember that one. The body was tossed back, and Aaron cut the head in half as he fell. They moved deeper into the house…and found the half eaten body of the Prime Minister of Britain. They started to head back out when an explosion rocked the area. Two zombies had made it on board and the chopper had shifted, smashing and exploding into one of the buildings. Hollows and Derring moved into the house, and the four of them promptly headed for their secondary exit. Moving out the back door, the silencers on the duo’s guns came in handy, mowing through the enemies in the back.
The Captain started heading for the palace, where massive blinking lights of silence guns could be seen. It would seem the Royal House wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
“We move forward to protect the royal family and find a way back to home soil boys! Let’s move!”
Aaron felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
This…was their worse-case scenario unfolding.
Death could not come soon enough.
Carpet bombs.
Plumes of fire and smoke casting orange and red hues across a horizon black as death. Mutant screams pouring in from the flames. Europe was burning. America was just as bad, but with the might of good old Uncle Sam, the President saw fit to try and get us to help Britain, Germany, France….he’d come in from the airport when he found out his family died. When he…lost all he had. Dead in Afghanistan, dead in Iraq. Dead in Ukraine. Dead by the Sleepers….it was all the same to him. He didn’t really care. His eyes looked down from the chopper as he watched London burn, watched civilians trying to outrun hordes while the Royal Army stood their ground. Just…people. Trying to live. They weren’t here for them though. They had to save parliament. The Prime Minister. The Queen. Nobody gave a shit about the little people. About those who elected them into office.
Aaron turned to the team, his Captain calling out of the headset.
“ETA one minute! Get ready to unload and assist in suppression tactics until we can retrieve the packages! Flint, you got rooftops, make sure no jumpers are gonna take us from above. Calloway, you’re taking small arms and will flag point with me. Hollows, Derring- you two are gonna pull up the rear, keep our exit open. Lets lock and load, gentlemen!”
Aaron turned his eyes back to downing street, where fires burned and sleepers strolled. He hopped out of the chopper when it was about seven or eight feet off the ground, drawing his machete and hunting knife quickly. Sleepers turned at the noise, hands coming up. His blade cut heads in half, his hunting knife being a point of followup. Derring and Hollows opened up their guns- an M240 and an M4 assault rifle. Heads exploded around him as he moved forward with Captain Sudeki.
Downing street was overrun. The house was on fire, and the bodies of the security detail were being chewed on. The captain moved straight for the door, heading inside.
“PRIME MINISTER!? PRIME-“
A flaming sleeper rushed toward him, the Captain palming his face. The captain crouched and used the Z’s flesh as silencers to blow out his knees…Aaron would have to remember that one. The body was tossed back, and Aaron cut the head in half as he fell. They moved deeper into the house…and found the half eaten body of the Prime Minister of Britain. They started to head back out when an explosion rocked the area. Two zombies had made it on board and the chopper had shifted, smashing and exploding into one of the buildings. Hollows and Derring moved into the house, and the four of them promptly headed for their secondary exit. Moving out the back door, the silencers on the duo’s guns came in handy, mowing through the enemies in the back.
The Captain started heading for the palace, where massive blinking lights of silence guns could be seen. It would seem the Royal House wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
“We move forward to protect the royal family and find a way back to home soil boys! Let’s move!”
Aaron felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
This…was their worse-case scenario unfolding.
Death could not come soon enough.