Vladimir Kroskov's Story, EPISODE 2

alarms, with the key inside? nawwwww....

and fog can happen at any time that the air is humid enough, as far as I know

Bladewind23 wrote:alarms, with the key inside? nawwwww....

and fog can happen at any time that the air is humid enough, as far as I know

ok then

Chapter Four

Upon returning to base the group noticed a rise in military population in the area, not only were troops filling the entire inside of the base itself but armored vehicles with infantry escort were now patrolling the streets nearby. Less and less Infected individuals were anywhere near the base, but radiation from the bomb was slowly receding. Infected on Alderney Island were no longer dying from prolonged outside exposure. With this fact in mind the Infected were more daring, with small hordes attacking the base every so often, but this still had no lasting effect on the humans.

The next assignment was linked to an entire armored division, Vladimir and his squad were riding shotgun on a Bradley with two more Bradleys and an Abrams in trail. Dell and Manx were transferred to another helicopter division. The lead Bradley was outfitted with a TOW launcher using an incendiary warhead and high-explosive 30mm rounds in the cannon instead of the standard 30mm dummy shells. It was also assigned a light supply vehicle to make sure it never ran out of ammo. The other armored vehicles in the division were outfitted with standard equipment, rumor was that command didn't expect the others to make it.

(To be continued soon, god damn writer's block.)

Chapter Four Continued

The armored vehicles were still parading through the streets, there was hardly any Infected contact as of yet. The radio officer was constantly relaying information back to home base. Vladimir was sitting on the side of the lead Bradley, his attention stuck to the passing street surface. He began to hear the same lonely guitar strum that he had heard long ago, sure enough, upon looking up the same man as before was on a different roof. Still playing and swinging his legs back and forth, the other military personnel payed little attention to the figure. The man paid no attention to them either, he only lowered his head a little as they passed, hindering his face from being visible except for his light blonde hair and hat. Vladimir watched him curiously until the vehicles drove out of view.

A few minutes dragged by and the platoon came to a halt in the middle of a large intersection, the engines idled and soon shut off. A constant low-pitched sound was heard over the area, like a sound of moaning. The Abrams turret circled around ninety degrees, scanning the area with the thermal sights. The commander motioned that nothing came up, the lead Bradley started its engine back up and the others did the same, they continued on and soon found themselves in a cramped area. Apartment buildings rose at least five stories high on each side. The sounds from the vehicles became even louder as they echoed off the corridors in between countless alleys and side streets. The few Infected in the area immediately took notice, a few ear-splitting screams spread over the platoon, they readied their weapons. Within mere seconds the alleys were clambering with small lines of Infected, the Abrams fired a round at the largest group and millions of bits of body parts and blood flew in every direction.

5.56mm shells littered the ground, mixed with .50 cal machine gun rounds and a whole lot of greenish blood. The Bradleys were still laying down countless shots of 30mm ammunition. The Abrams was stationary, the crew had sheltered down inside to keep out the scrambling Infected. The fight wasn't going in the troops' favor, Infected were crawling up the sides of the APCs and finally the lead troops gave the order to move. The caterpillar tracks lurched forward, tens of Infected were one-by-one pulled under the vehicles and crushed with horrible and nauseating bone crunches and screams. Vladimir opened the hatch of the lead Bradley to look out, the trail of bodies behind them could have been mistaken for a zombie pancake. The large crowd of Infected that were still alive were painstakingly trying to climb up onto the tanks with negative results. Vladimir picked off stragglers that tried to run. The Abrams was still partially covered in living Infected that were holding on for dear life, most were dismembered with limbs missing and some of them even pulled in half by the vehicle's tracks. The commander of the Abrams rose out of the hatch and began shooting them all with a sidearm. Eventually every Infected on the tank was either dead or fallen off.

Vladimir was virtually covered from the waist down in Infected blood and guts. He separated himself from the non-immune soldiers in the platoon to clean himself off. The platoon itself had come to rest on a beach in Northern Alderney. Luckily the water was mostly clean of the Infection, the only problem left was the salt, it rendered it immediately undrinkable and the soldiers had to resort to their one-gallon canteens stored in the lead Bradley. The sun was beginning to set, and soon the Infected would become even more active under the cover of night.

Goddamn writers' balk. I wanna know who that guy is, sounds like a psychopath. Once again great story.

Awesome story. This would be epic if this was a machinima. I would want to be in it for sure but this seems a little complex. Maybe I'll make a movie about it with your permission when I become a big time director. I may be 14 but still. I'm already thinking bout GTA- The Movie
Cast (so far):
Tommy Verdetti- Mark Walburg
CJ- Guy from Too Fast too Furious black guy.
Thats all i have so far

G00EY LOUIE wrote:Awesome story. This would be epic if this was a machinima. I would want to be in it for sure but this seems a little complex. Maybe I'll make a movie about it with your permission when I become a big time director. I may be 14 but still. I'm already thinking bout GTA- The Movie
Cast (so far):
Tommy Verdetti- Mark Walburg
CJ- Guy from Too Fast too Furious black guy.
Thats all i have so far

You realise that by the time you get old enough to be a big time director those people will be old?

I know that but its not like I already know who will be famous during my generation is old enough. Its not like I'm gunna pick Justin Beiber to be in the movie. Hell to the No!

Justin Bieber needs to be assassinated, 'nough said.

Yup. I think that people can take some time off trying to get Obama and spare a couple of minutes laying one in his cranium.

Or we can just make a call to Afghanistan and tell them that Justin Bieber killed Al-Queda

I don't know. I'll have to ask my mommy if I can call the Al-Queida. LOL

Don't have to, just call a random terrorist, tell him that, and Justin's house would be bombed within the hour.

But remember. Who knows what that high pitched GAY voice can do to a person or a bomb in this matter.

You know whats funny? The fact that Mini Pop Kids is using a girl to sing all of Justin Bieber's songs.