Forum:Fates worse than death

A long, long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far away.....

It is during the battle of Stalingrad. Once- proud building have been razed to the ground. In the rubble, a Soviet sniper, Pvt. Placeholder lies flat on his belly, his eyes constantly tracking the area for any signs of Germans. He spots a patrol. His finger caresses the trigger of his rifle. The crack of a rifle relieves the silence. Blood seeped from a wound in his shoulder.

Pvt. Placeholder allowed himself a self- satisfied smirk. Then the smile evaporated of his face. The 'dead' German was getting back up. His eyes glowed yellow. The creature tore into its ex- comrades.

Placeholder screams in sheer terror and runs. The creature stared straight back at Placeholder and charged him.

65 years later....

The recently promoted Sgt. Dunn was instructing the latest batch of recruits. "You gotta aim down your sights! Ramirez! Show these guys what I'm talking about. Suddenly, a klaxon sounds. "All Hunter units get to your victors. We're oscar- mike." Overlord 6 ordered.

They got into their HMMWVs and rode into Afghanistan. Suddenly, there was an Al- Qaeda attack. RPGs flew everywhere. "Get out of the humvees!" Sgt. Dunn yelled.

"Shut up, Dunn!" Cpt. Foley yelled back. "Stay frosty"

The Rangers baled out of the vehicles and bolted for the nearest building. To cut a ling story short, there was a big fight."I think they're scarpering, sir"

"Hooah!"

Everyone piled into the Humvees. Then the bodies of the terrorists got back up. "Oh my god!" cried Ramirez.A long, long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far away.....

It is during the battle of Stalingrad. Once- proud building have been razed to the ground. In the rubble, a Soviet sniper, Pvt. Placeholder lies flat on his belly, his eyes constantly tracking the area for any signs of Germans. He spots a patrol. His finger caresses the trigger of his rifle. The crack of a rifle relieves the silence. Blood seeped from a wound in his shoulder.

Pvt. Placeholder allowed himself a self- satisfied smirk. Then the smile evaporated of his face. The 'dead' German was getting back up. His eyes glowed yellow. The creature tore into its ex- comrades.

Placeholder screams in sheer terror and runs. The creature stared straight back at Placeholder and charged him.

65 years later....

The recently promoted Sgt. Dunn was instructing the latest batch of recruits. "You gotta aim down your sights! Ramirez! Show these guys what I'm talking about. Suddenly, a klaxon sounds. "All Hunter units get to your victors. We're oscar- mike." Overlord 6 ordered.

They got into their HMMWVs and rode into Afghanistan. Suddenly, there was an Al- Qaeda attack. RPGs flew everywhere. "Get out of the humvees!" Sgt. Dunn yelled.

"Shut up, Dunn!" Cpt. Foley yelled back. "Stay frosty"

The Rangers baled out of the vehicles and bolted for the nearest building. To cut a ling story short, there was a big fight."I think they're scarpering, sir"

"Hooah!"

Everyone piled into the Humvees. Then the bodies of the terrorists got back up. "Oh my god!" cried Ramirez.A long, long time ago, in a galaxy, far, far away.....

It is during the battle of Stalingrad. Once- proud building have been razed to the ground. In the rubble, a Soviet sniper, Pvt. Placeholder lies flat on his belly, his eyes constantly tracking the area for any signs of Germans. He spots a patrol. His finger caresses the trigger of his rifle. The crack of a rifle relieves the silence. Blood seeped from a wound in his shoulder.

Pvt. Placeholder allowed himself a self- satisfied smirk. Then the smile evaporated of his face. The 'dead' German was getting back up. His eyes glowed yellow. The creature tore into its ex- comrades.

Placeholder screams in sheer terror and runs. The creature stared straight back at Placeholder and charged him.

65 years later....

The recently promoted Sgt. Dunn was instructing the latest batch of recruits. "You gotta aim down your sights! Ramirez! Show these guys what I'm talking about. Suddenly, a klaxon sounds. "All Hunter units get to your victors. We're oscar- mike." Overlord 6 ordered.

They got into their HMMWVs and rode into Afghanistan. Suddenly, there was an Al- Qaeda attack. RPGs flew everywhere. "Get out of the humvees!" Sgt. Dunn yelled.

"Shut up, Dunn!" Cpt. Foley yelled back. "Stay frosty"

The Rangers baled out of the vehicles and bolted for the nearest building. To cut a long story short, there was a big fight."I think they're scarpering, sir"

"Hooah!"

Everyone piled into the Humvees. Then the bodies of the terrorists got back up. "Oh my god!" cried Ramirez.

Foley yells,"Ramirez! Get on the minigun and hold off the Arab zombies!" Ramirez, irritated yelled back."Why don't you f*** yourself!" The entire convoy of HMMWVs got underway, chased by hordes of zombies. "All Hunter units, be advised, AC130 callsign AC130 has entered your airspace, over." Overlord 6 announced

What is Hunter 2-1?" Sgt. Dunn "We just shot the bastards and they came back up!" Ramirez yells "We COULD use some help over here!!" as he sprays bullets into the zombies. Overlord replys "Hunter 2-1 I'm not really reading what your trying to say, over." An annoyed Cpt. Foley than repeats, "the damn terrorists were dead, but they came back to life, THEY ARE ZOMBIES OVERLORD, do you read me ZOMBIE..." as Overlord cuts in, "by god, I'm getting reports of men being attacked by... dead al Qaeda?" Ramirez impatiently yells "Yeah! And we can't do this alone, so tell callsign whatsitsface to send some damn 25mm on these guys Oorah!?"

Overlord replys, "Were working on it Hunter 2-1". As Sgt. Dunn and a Pvt. Wells look out of the HMMWV, the Humvee in front of them crashes, leaving the Humvee containing Ramirez, Dunn, Foley, and Wells at the same fate. Soon Ramirez awakes to a pile of crashed HMMWVs and some Rangers firing on the seemingly increasing group of civilian zombies. Dunn screams anxiously to Ramirez, "RAMIREZ, CPT. FOLEYS DOWN!! Wells! Help me get him to the medic 4 Humvee's down!"

Wells replys, "right away sir!" Ramirez looks around but can't seem to find his weapon, suddenly a Ranger tosses over a M16A4 with a M203 to Ramirez.

"Hunter 2-1, Overlord. I'm sorry but... well... callsign AC130 has been hijacked by some Arab zombies. Additional ground support is en route to your position, ETA 10 weeks. Overlord 6 out." "Shite! We're doomed!" Ramirez bursts into tears. "Mummy!!" "Get a grip, Pvt, our weapons still work, which means we can still kick some ass! Lets give 'em a good bollocking, hooah!" The Rangers haul Cpt. Foley into the nearest building. "Put me down somewhere, so I can cover you!" Foley yells

"Alright, I was shitting you. But you've gotta admit that joke was funny, right?" Overlord said. "What!!!!" All the Rangers yelled in unison. "What the hell! We're in the middle of a godforsaken building fending off loads off zombies and you're joking?" Bang! The massive crack from a 105mm Bofors gun was unmistakeable. The entire building was shaken down to its foundations. "Overlord! Get that AC130 to cease fire! That was too close!" "Sorry, but the airforce is only worried that the zombies will spread. I'll try to buy you some time. GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE, HUNTER 2-1!!"

As Dunn fired his M4A1 he yelled, "you'd think Shepard was commanding that AC130 Ooah!" Cpt. Foley grunted in pain as the medic rips the shrapnel out of his chest. "Ooah... now throw me a rifle, I'll be damned if these bastards take...." Everybody stumbles as the building shakes from the AC130 105mm cannon. Cpt. Foley yells, "Overlord! Tell that AC130 to CEASE FIRE! Theyre hitting our boys!" Overlord replys, "Sorry Hunter 2-1, they were told to contain the problem at all costs from the top, I'd get the hell out of there, over." Cpt. Foley stands up and clutches his chest, slowly rolling his eyes. Pvt. Wells steps out to cover the Rangers as they try to repair a Humvee, but a zombie runs to him and trys to bite him. He claws and growls at Wells until eventually Ramirez shoots the thing in the head. Pvt. Wells exclaims, "God damn, the thing wanted to eat me! It wanted to EAT ME!!" Cpt. Foley immediatley dissmisses the Ranger, by taking his M4A1 and firing on the horde of the undead, working his way to the last working Humvee. There are random screams of people saying "whats the Captain doing?" and "thats the last Humvee!" Foley asks the Ranger on the Mini-Gun if the Humvee is still driveable, to which the gunner reply's, "I think so!". Well I'll be taking it. Dunn your shotgun, Ramirez, ride in back. Suddenly a Sargeant with the name of Marks walks to Foley and says "what the hell are you doing Captain?" To which Foley reply's getting help Sargeant, now your in charge here, and stay away from that field. The AC130 is NOT going to stop firing you hear me?" Marks reply's "Hooah Captain, hustle up though, these bastards are tough"

"Hooah!" The HMMWV plows straight into a horde of zombies. Hot metal shell casings rattled out of the gun. Dunn blasts away with his M1014 shotgun. "Yeah, baby! Eat hot lead, bastards"

"Stop the bloody truck!" Ramirez yells. The road explodes, but miraculously, the Humvee is still moving. "Dammit! We're stuck!" Ramirez gets back on the minigun "If we don't get home! No one gets home!" Ramirez requisitions everyone's grenades and cobbles them together. They load up the Humvee with high explosives then drive it up to the zombies. Boom! The zombies go up in flame. But the tidal wave of zombies are now focusing on them. And they realize that the M134 Minigun had blown up too.....