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Blood, Sweat, and Tears
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wertysas
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| 23 Oct 2011 09:09 AM |
My hair fell dirty and matted in my face, bruises, scrapes and cuts covered my body. The cold penatrated my skin as if it was a hot knife thru butter. I only had my number on my back, S-14, number four on the list of those who's name starts with S. I walked across the yard, my jeans had two large tares in the knees and my shoes were barely holding up. I finally reached my room, my roommate, J-11, was laying on his bunk, sleeping. I quickly shut thedoor and climbed onto my bunk, covering my body in the thin sheet they called covers. Sleep fell upon me easily, then the dream came.
It was mid April, the sun was high in the sky and I was running with my friends, we were 11 and happy, my mother came to pick us up and bring us home, when it happened. Several men came and grabbed me and my friends, my mother rushed them, she was shot in the lower chest and in the shoulder, she fell to her knees, reaching out her hand to try and grab me, but a final bullet hit her across the head. I screamed, kicking the men as they dragged me away, tears flowed down my face like rivers and that's when they tazed us. It's been 4 years since then.
(I will finish this later, tell me what ya think.) |
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AbCatchem
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| 23 Oct 2011 09:27 AM |
Sure, I'd like a story.
TERMINAL DAMAGED W̦̮͍̹̫̳̮̾̇̈I͉̠̪̦̮͐͑̔͢͞L̶̨̥͍̞̤̘͂̃̍ͧ͆̾̈̉L̙̝̭̘̠͕̼̫̮ͨ̒́ ͓̯̘̈ͨ̊̋̔̀͒̅ͯ͢͠B̴̶̌ͭ̇҉̦̭L̶̰̟͍ͪ͑ͨ̓̎͛̅͛̽͞E̸͍̝̜͖̋͆́͜Ë̡͉͎̞͓̳̣͈́̈́ͫ͊͛ͥ̏̚͡D̸͔̺̲͔̯͒̏̑͑̿ͭ̐͘͠ ̧͓̯̙ͦͫ̊ͦ̇͟Ś̸̢̆̄̌̔ͦ͏̮͔̘H͙͙̭̺̜̱ͭ͋̌͛̄͘͢A̢̛͙̺̖̝̙͈͉̤̥̿ͣͧ̈́ͩ͂Ď̷͍͕̗̬̮͚̹̌̔ͬͫ͢ͅȎ̮͕͇̗̜͚̪͕̎̒͆̿͒͊̀W̵̛̗̖͈͑̀͌ͣ̇S̨͉̞͔͕̥̖ͤ̐͂́͐̌͐̕͡ ̶̝̮͋ͣ̎̊ͨ̎͞ͅF̳̱̭̻̦̞͕̍̍̊̋͐̇̽̅͘͝O͍̽ͫ͌͛ͪ̋͋R͊͏͈̗͔͎̖ͅ ̴̺̰͉̓̎͠Ẹ̤̮͍̘̗̟ͣ̈̅͆͛ͭ̆ͩ͘T̗͇̥̫̠̼͗̄ͪ̅͟͝E̹ͩ̾̇̇ͮͪ̋R̨̤̫̹̹̾̐̂ͤ̉̽̚ͅN̶̏̽͑͑ͧ̇͏̬̝͕͕I̽ͧ̍̅̆͗̍̾̅҉́͏̪͕̬̮T̨̺͕̹̾Ỵ̙̺̼͉̬ͩ͊̑̊ ̴̼̻͗ͫͭͧͦͫ͒͢͡ |
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wertysas
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| 23 Oct 2011 02:57 PM |
Morning training was beginning, we jogged out to the training area, the grass glimmered with the dew of early mornings, a slight mist hung over the ground, making it a perfect day for our excercise. Today we would receive our armour, it was a black body suit that would encase us, which had bullet stopping capabilities, our legs were then protected by shin pads, knee guards and thigh guards, calf gaurds were also available, our biceps were covered by flat armour and our heads had a rounded helmet with reinforced glass to see out of, tinted black or gray, our chest was well protected along with the neck, privates and stomach area were lightly protected aswell as hands. As soon as we were issued it, we were to head to the forest and there we would be split into teams.
I guess I haven't gone over this yet, but this is a government program for a new breed of Special Ops, known as Zulu's we were ment to protect NATO from it's enemies. We were selected from speed, strength and intellect, then, we were trained until we almost died. A few poor kids did, those who couldn't make it were "taken home" which here means shot next to the river.
DATA BASE ALPHA SUBJECT NAME: STEPHEN NUMBER: 14 TEAM: GREY DELTA SPECIALTIES: CQB, DRIVING, RECONASAINCE
This flared in the visor of my helmet, this would depict my alignment in the team and where we would be stationed, but for now, it just meant big letters and stupid things I didn't care for. |
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| 23 Oct 2011 03:10 PM |
| Please continue this... It intrigues me... :o |
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wertysas
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| 24 Oct 2011 06:42 AM |
I was prepped by our leader, R-1, he had total confidence in us, we had total confidence in him. We were sent out to set up an ambush on a northern path, we being me, J-11 and my close friend N-4, heading to the northern pass we buried our selves in the brush, our guns, were laser firing, the lasers couldn't kill just designate a kill, they were modeled to the Sub-Machinegun used by most of Zulu. For a while nothing happened, then, we saw 15 of the other team. We hushed up, then N-4 and J-11, on the otherside of the path gave the signal. Rushing up from the ground like a poltergiest, we gave a battle cry, and charged. The men were taken completely by surprise, a few of them attempted to fight, they would be the ones who wouldn't be punished, then the rest freaked out and deserted. They were quickly tagged out, N-4 rolled his ankle on a branch, he fell down and one of their men saw his chance, he bounded to N-4 and raised his gun to his head. "NO!" I wailed, as if ordering him, he was so taken back by my shout that he turned to me, and was instantly tagged out. "You alright man, you're going to make it, don't worry, we're getting back to base." I grunted taking his weight onto me. "I'll radio base, tell em that we're comin." J-11 said. We walked and I heard J-11 talking to command, then the conversation ended. "We just stopped the enemy from flanking our base, they say they've pushed the rest out, and that they're sending men out there to search for survivors." was his summary of what had happened. "Well then, let's get back to base before they leave without us." N-4 said as we started walking back to base. |
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