Bad Day in Hell
Something smells funny. You open your eyes and blink. Nothing. You blink again. Still nothing. You try to stand but something is holding you back. You feel a sharp pain on your left cheek. Another. Another. Cruel. You try opening your eyes again, this time you see something blurry, something familiar. It hauls back and hits you again and your eyes focus.
Sarge, blood streaming from a wound just below the scalp, is slapping you silly. "WAKE THE FUCK UP!" He draws his combat knife and wedges it beneath the restraints. You curse the vicious bastard. He couldn't even let you die in peace.
That funny smell catches your attention and you tilt your head. From the corner of your eye you see Tits. Something's wrong with his face. It's black and bits of it are sloughing off onto his shoulder. You try to point it out to him, but you can't seem to find your voice.
Finally the restraints snap. Sarge grabs you by the vest and hurls you outside. You land next to Winston and then there is a flash. Something picks you up and hurls you again. Something much stronger than Sarge. You land in a stream several yards downhill. "Another bad day in hell," you think to yourself as conciousness slips once more from your grasp. The dropship burns.
[Author's Note: Here ends the first installment. I hope you've enjoyed it. The second will be quite a bit bigger and contain branching storylines. Stay tuned.]
Sarge, blood streaming from a wound just below the scalp, is slapping you silly. "WAKE THE FUCK UP!" He draws his combat knife and wedges it beneath the restraints. You curse the vicious bastard. He couldn't even let you die in peace.
That funny smell catches your attention and you tilt your head. From the corner of your eye you see Tits. Something's wrong with his face. It's black and bits of it are sloughing off onto his shoulder. You try to point it out to him, but you can't seem to find your voice.
Finally the restraints snap. Sarge grabs you by the vest and hurls you outside. You land next to Winston and then there is a flash. Something picks you up and hurls you again. Something much stronger than Sarge. You land in a stream several yards downhill. "Another bad day in hell," you think to yourself as conciousness slips once more from your grasp. The dropship burns.
[Author's Note: Here ends the first installment. I hope you've enjoyed it. The second will be quite a bit bigger and contain branching storylines. Stay tuned.]
