Post by Imperium Administrator on Nov 19, 2012 18:31:19 GMT -6
It came from within…
It was just a normal day in the neighborhood, in the port town of Sharpsburg, Michigan. No matter which part of the town you were in, no matter what you were doing, or how your life was. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary anywhere.
You were going about that life when you heard a loud explosion off in the distance, and when you looked up there was a mushroom cloud visible near the train yard that was next to the dockyard where the ships were unloaded.
As everyone looked up and stared, an odd odor blew through the community, it was initially sweet like cider, but then turned to an odd mixture of rotting meat and leaves. People started coughing, you included, and after a few moments you passed out.
With no knowledge of how much time has passed, you awake to the sounds of screaming and gunfire, the smell of burning… everything… You find yourself lying on a cot, in a tent of olive drab design. Your injured (characters choice), so you’re movements are sluggish and labored. As you begin to sit up in the cot, a barrage of bullets enter the side of the sent and hit about where you’re sitting; the volley strikes and kills several other people in the same tent as you that were on cots across from you.
You immediately roll/fall off your cot, and fall onto something, when you look down, you find that it’s a solider; a dead solider. You recoil from what you see suddenly, and as you do so you slip in the blood of the solider and crash down again. As you try to right yourself, there’s another yell and a burst of gunfire. Another soldier crashes through the tent front, and is lashing at another person with his rifle bayonet. The solider is seriously injured and also slips in the blood you’re lying in, and falls down as the other subject falls on top of him; taking the bayonet directly in the neck and through it into the brain.
The soldier abandons his rifle, swearing at it for being out of ammo anyway, and almost crab walks backwards away from once he sees you. The soldier’s eyes widen at the site of you, covered in the blood you slipped in, and draws his sidearm. You have a moments panic once you realize he’s aiming it directly at you, “No, I won’t; not me too!” he shouts, and there’s a single loud bang and you essentially pass out again.
After only a few minutes, you open your eyes and find the solider lying where he was, the pistol lying next to him, and a single bullet hole, still smoking, in the center of his forehead…
The chaotic sounds are still all around you, and without knowing what’s going on, you know you simply need to be ‘somewhere else’; the thought ‘came from within’…