Into the Abyss

[Jeremy Hunter]

Tori felt pain.

She slowly forced herself into a sitting position, wincing at the pain,shooting through her body.

"Yep, broken rib or two...least it isnt my neck..."

A second later, she screamed as she wrenched her dislocated shoulder into place and then grabbed something to wipe her face with. She then keyed the ignition on the Jeep. Nothing.

Again. Nothing.
She hit it. Still nothing.
She kicked it. Still was stubborn.
She grabbed her rifle and beat the crap out of it.
It burst to life.

Tori gunned the Jeep and drove off.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[TheOrangeButterfly]

Johannes' ears were ringing, but it slowly subsided. What the hell kinda ammunition from a grenade launcher blew up half a kilometer? Claus wondered. None the less, he was alive. Very much so, thanks to Dasha.

"Danke, frau comrade Dasha."

With all the commotion he hadn't noticed how eerily quiet it had gotten. The mutants were gone, for now at least. Blown to pieces. That explosion was likely to draw in more of them, however, and it was best if they continued to move. Claus looked over both of his comrades.

"Are the two of you fit to move? We have a facility to get to."

With that he started to scan their surroundings once more, hoping to find some sanity in their situation. There was none.

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[Dane Summers]

Ketsu stretched, pulling sore tendons and stressing bruised muscles. He hurt everywhere, it felt like. His shoulder was on fire, and his ankle, weirdly, was doing fine. He was covered in foul smelling blood, smeared half-dried ketchup, and grime.

"I'll make it." He was patting himself down, then realized he was missing something. His rifle. It had gotten knocked from his hands back in the parking lot, and the area where he had last seen it, was a blasted wreck. He let out a sigh, pulled his sidearm, ejected the spent mag, loaded a fresh one. A pair of pistols were woefully inadequate for the job ahead.

"Claus, can I borrow this?" He said, pointing to the slung SMG around his waist. "I'll give you my bottle of vodka, when we get back to Gorodok, hai?"

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[mayu20]

Dasha looked at Ketsu shoulder.

"That doesn't look good Ketsu, Claus you are a big guy you are stronger than me. Can you pull Ketu's shoulder back? It will hurt him but at least he will use his hand again."

Dahsa took her rifle and stand to watch for more posible incomming zombies.

"Claus do it now, or he will be useless and he will slow us down. Put his shoulder back."

She took the map and start to analize it to see where next after Claus will "help" Ketsu with his hand.

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Sergei ended up in middle of the rubble. He got up and grabbed the radio. "Confirmed drop. Sergei out." He ended just seconds before he heard a terrible explosion. He didn't see anything, only huge amount of smoke and fire not far from him. He armed his rifle, and stepped out to look for his wingmen. "Holy hell. What happened?" He mumbled for himself as he walked through the devastated landscape.

After a while, he heard steps. He aimed his rifle into direction from where the sound came from. He saw a group of people. "Must be my comrades." He thought. They didn't mention him yet, as he was in cover. He left it and waved at them. "There you are!" He shouted as he approached them. "What was that big blast which almost torn my ears apart?"

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[10:46:32] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): And actually, the KU Dessie is the best GB.
[19:29:19] Joseph (Aphil): SCRA|CPW-Capitalism.

Admiral John Clay - Retired and dead *sadface*

[Tomtomrawr]

The image Middleton had of his drop was a perfect forward roll, bringing assault rifle to bear in a matter of seconds. In cold reality, he had no forward momentum. He was heading straight down. Any observer would have described his descent from the Social Credit as a wild tumble.

And it wasn't a tumble onto the open road either. His destination was a poorly constructed building - no, more of a shanty house hastily pieced together like a jigsaw with wooden planks roughly the same size - with a roof having suffered years without maintenance. He gave out a yell as he crashed on and through the roof and into the shack, his fall being cushioned by small bundles of fur.

He lay there for several seconds, completely still. Whoever told him to jump at that point was going to be thrown out of the Social Credit over an irradiated lake. His thoughts of sweet revenge were interrupted by the yawning of a creature in the shack. One of the many he had just disturbed from its slumber.

Quickly he pushed himself to his feet, brought his assault rifle to bear and turned the mounted flash light on. He spun three-sixty degrees on the balls of his feet, quickly locating an exit out of the room. And then he let the light show him what was on the floor. One pair of eyes stared out from behind the barrel of the assault rifle. Thirty pairs stared back at him.

Rabbits. Tens and tens of rabbits. As he swivelled again, he quickly recalculated. Hundreds. He looked at his feet, and saw the crushed bodies of several rabbits from where he'd landed. He reached for his radio.

'Confirmed drop. But I have...'

At the same time, as if they were controlled by one entity, the jaws of the rabbits were dislocated from their sockets, they hissed at him with long devil-horn tongues, before drawing saliva and preparing to spit at his face. He dropped to the deck as globs of acidic spit flew over him, splattering on the walls and back onto the rabbits who shook it off.

The wooden walls began to dissolve, the entire structure creaking eerily as the poorly maintained supports began to receive more stress. The rabbits were confused for a moment, before glancing down and seeing Middleton leaping to his feet and barging through one of the walls onto the main road, pulling the pin of a frag grenade and aiming it in the general direction of the shack.

It rolled in through the hole he'd made in the shack wall as the first rabbits started pouring out to give hot pursuit. Middleton expected a big boom. No big boom. Whoever made that grenade was being dumped in an irradiated lake when he got back to Zvezdny.

He ran faster.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.

[TheOrangeButterfly]

Johannes glanced to his SMG after Ketsu pointed at it.

"Sure, comrade."

He handed over the weapon to Ketsu, then slowly pulled his shoulder back to try to maneuver it into position. Claus wondered just what was going to face them next. It seems each of them now had a specific role. Dasha had her seemingly nuke-lobber. Claus had his shotgun and sidearm, and Ketsu had Claus' SMG.

A very, very long day.

"Dasha, what's the map look like? I was in the watchtower and had a chance to glance over the terrain, but I couldn't see too much of it from the angle."

Claus didn't have a map. It seemed every member of this small party was vital to its survival.

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[Tomtomrawr]

Middleton chanced a glance back. Tens, possibly a hundred or more rabbits followed him along the winding roads of the industrial sector, slowly closing the gap. Most were a radiant heavenly white, untarnished by any dust or debris. They even glowed with a halo. Some however were wearing brown rags with holes for their legs, with black markings on them. He didn't notice they were rags though, didn't even compute that they were a different colour; all he saw was more rabbits. It didn't matter to him though - they were all going to die.

He pulled the pin on another grenade and threw it back. This time it exploded with a reassuring boom, but he had no chance to check the damage it had caused to the ranks of the rabbits as he turned another sharp corner. Unexpectedly, he found his comrades standing fifty metres away.

'INCOMING,' he screamed at them as he reached them, spinning sharply on his heel into a crouching position and bringing his assault rifle to bear.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.

[mayu20]

Dahsa was preparing to answer Calus question when she saw one of her comrads running to their location.

"Comrad Calus we are at five streets away from the......What the.....Who is that? Middleton? DAMN! HE IS ! AND HE IS BRINGING A GOD DAMN ARMY OF SOMETHINGS TO US ! DEFENSIVE FORMATION ! COVER HIS ASS !"

She put the map back in her backpack and got her assault rifle. She was aiming for the small creatures that were running after Middleton.

"Damn they are so many. I can't use the grenades, I might hit Middleton. Covering Fire!

Dasha, Claus and Ketsu got behid a car and start shooting in the creatures, trying to make Middleton a clear way to their position.

"You better move faster comrad. They are fast!"

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[TheOrangeButterfly]

Johannes was behind the car when he thought of something as the other recruit approached the car.

"POPPING SMOKE!"

He lobbed two smoke grenades, effectively covering their position. He then turned to his comrades that were next to him.

"Cover your ears. Then Run."

He said as he threw a flashbang at the rabbits. Then he got up and started running in general direction of the facility, moving between cover as the bunny horde was momentarily disorientated.

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