Post by ranger01 on Aug 1, 2009 21:46:51 GMT -5
This is currently a work in progress (even so far as editing is concerned). I based this off of a dream I had one night, so... yea....
I dont really have a title for it... So Ill just label it
"Iron Apocalypse"
Part 1:
Chapter 1
Raiding Party
The man awoke at dawn, he stared out through the clouded windshield of his battered old Pontiac at the dusty desolate road ahead of him. He stared out at the bleached highway that time and what was left of humanity had forgotten. He felt the faint burning in his chest that he has felt for the past few weeks; it’s the one thing that lets him know that he survived the dawn. “Man, I gotta’ quit smoking this shit…” he coughs and looks at the black tar stained mucous that collected on his hand.
He wipes his hand on his pants and turns on the short-wave radio that sits beside him. “Time for the morning wave check.” Ever since he set out he had checked his radio every couple hours to see if he could come across a signal. Only twice in the past few months he had been driving had he actually found one. Both times when he found the source there was nothing but a rusting old repeating beacon that had not yet run out of power. But this morning was different…
He turned his scanner on to try to find a signal. An old man could be heard.“This is Alpha-Six-Niner calling out for anyone out there. We are running short on supplies, raiders…siege…help… anyone out there… help…help…help…” Just then a loud report was heard in the background and the signal went dead.
“Shit, one step ahead of me again.” He brass-checked his .45 and holstered it. “This time them bastards aint gonna’ bug out before I get there. I got a full can of .45 and a half case of Seven-Six-Two to throw at em.”
He fired up the old Poncho, the starter motor began whirring and all of a sudden like a lion roaring after a long sleep the big old 428 came to life. “That’s it old girl, your gonna help me bag some scumbags today! HaHA!”
The old car started to move forward down the road, faster and faster. “Color me gone baby!” The drivers steely eyes darted from side to side of the road checking for markers, roadblocks, mines, anything that could impede him. He had been driving for twenty minutes going a hundred and forty before he saw it. The dark plume of smoke coming from their generator rose up in the distance. He pulled up on to a tall hill about 500 yards from the small fortified cabin.
He pulled out his old Army rifle and looked down on them from the hill. Surveying the enemy looking for what one he would pick off first. Just then he saw something crawling around in the attic of the cabin. It was a girl, looked to be in her late teens. He studied her for a moment, but he wasn’t the only person to notice the movement. One of THEM had seen it too. The creature began to climb up onto the crumbling chimney to claim his prize. The man had to think quickly and he began to slowly put pressure on the trigger. “I was hoping to take out the leader first, but that plan has been blown to shit now!”
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Chapter 2
Good shot Ell Tee!
“Sand, dust, wind, sweat, sun, and MORE FUCKING SAND! Jesus H Christ Ell-Tee, just think in two months we’ll be out of this hell!”
“Sweet, will you cut that shit out! I’m trying to get my tan over here!”
“Oh.. and you want me to think that YOU will miss this place?”
“Both of you shut up. I don’t want to hear your damn bitching! We’ve got to keep our eyes open, we don’t complete this mission none of us might go home.”
“We know what our mission is, you don’t have to keep telling us Ell-Tee!”
It had been a long time since he’d thought about home, five years at last count. He kept re-upping, he had nothing to go home to. Just a couple bags of dirty laundry and The Car. Nineteen-Sixty-Nine Pontiac GTO, 428 Ram Air, Black with a red interior… ‘Bout the only thing in his life that meant something. He had gotten The Car for his sixteenth birthday, fixed it up all by himself. When he was kicked out of his home, he lived in the damn thing… Bout the only place short of a war-zone he felt comfortable.
“Ell-Tee, we got movement in the Ravine!”
“…shit I let myself get distracted…”
He looked down, onto the old trail. He saw a small truck driving down the road, if he didn’t know what he was looking for he would have dismissed it as some stupid farmer out on a ‘shine run… But not today, not now. As soon as he brought the mammoth .50 to his shoulder he saw something he couldn’t believe.
“Holy shit! There’s got to be a hundred of ‘em Sir! What are we gonna’ do!?”
“Just what our orders say, eliminate the threat and capture the package.”
He re-shouldered the .50 and aimed at the front of the lead truck, if he got it at the right time he could block the trail and prevent the smugglers from moving forward. The rest of the convoy would be stuck in the range of the claymores.
He squeezed the trigger. The weapon failed to fire.
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Don’t Forget the Party Favors.
“Ahh… What the fuck! Dud round!” He quickly racked the bolt to extract the fouled shell and strip a fresh one off the magazine. This wasn’t the first time that he’d had this problem. Only this time his life wasn’t the only life at stake.
“Praise the Lord and pass the fucking ammunition!” The rifle jerked in his grasp, the round he had fired flies down range as another one is loaded into the chamber. The first round impacts the creature in his head, the girl now covered in blood began to scream. “Now is not the time you fucking bitch!” He lets off five more rounds into the hoard to distract them from the girl. The hoard disperses and moves to cover and their heavy weapons. They begin to lay suppressing fire up onto his hill top. He dives behind a rock. “They can’t keep this up for long, even raiders run out of ammunition.”
He crawls over to The Car and grabs one of the grenades from a box in the back. “Shit, I was hoping to save these for something a bit more special…” He pulls the pin and lobs the grenade over the hood. It flies down the hill, he waits five seconds, ten, was the damn thing a dud too! All of a sudden he hears a thud “Oh shit!” He dives away. Still nothing. “Too fucking close, well now’s not the time to waste the grenade.” He grabs another grenade and a roll of tape. “Wont be long till they get up here!” He tapes the dud grenade to the live one and pulls the pin. He tosses it down the hill. It goes off, he hears groaning and incoherent gibberish.
He grabs his rifle and dives for The Car. He turns the ignition and closes his eyes.
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Misfire
“What the hell happened?!” He moves to pull the bolt back, just then does the rifle fire, the handle flies back impacting his hand. “AAHH! SONOVA BITCH! Fucking shit ammunition” He makes a mental note to put in for some real ammunition, not this cheap crap they’d been getting.
The truck had stopped, but not for long, he had only shattered the windshield of the truck. He takes aim again and fires, the round goes through the hood into the engine. “They are dead in the water, blow the claymores!” A wall of dust and sand flies up at the trucks. Anti personnel mines won’t do much to a armored vehicle, but against troop haulers they do just fine. “Ames, Jackson! Set up an overwatch! Sweet, Grant, Keller, your coming with me!” They trek down the cliff into the valley. They hear the sounds of rifles going off above them, Ames and Jackson clearing out the stragglers.
They make it to the trail, weapons at the ready. More gunshots, rounds popping off just in front of them, they dive for cover. He calls up on the radio. “Ames, Jackson, where’s our overwatch!? Are you two sleeping up there!?” …static… “What the fuck is going on here!”
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Chapter 3
Run while you still can…
The Goat springs to life and the man pops into reverse, the tires start to slip on the loose gravel and sand. He lets up on the pedal and slowly feathers it to get grip. The tires grip and he cuts the wheel hard, the old GTO swings around and he lets go of the wheel. He shoves the shifter into gear and rips down the trail down the hill. “Ive got to get that girl out of there… I can’t leave her to them things.”
He rips around onto the road and makes a bee line for the shack. “Those stupid idiots will leave their vehicles behind to chase me on foot, I’ve got just enough time to get her out of there.”
He comes up on the house and lets out the clutch and swings The Car around . He jumps out “Get down here quick or were both dead!” The girl looks down and starts to climb. One of the bricks lets loose and she nearly falls. She grabs another and catches herself. “Now get in the damn car or I’ll leave you here.”
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Iron Cloud
“Where are Ames and Jackson!? Sweet is your radio working?” Sweet clicks the mic button on his radio. “No sir! Im just getting static!” From the other side of the ravine blackness covered the sky. “Take cover!” The man dived behind a rock and pulled out his gas mask.
Then he heard it, his team started screaming, their radios squealing; deafening them. The man started to scream himself “FUUUUCCCCK!!!!”
Then all went black.
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Thanks
He turns to the girl “What’s your name?” She sits there with a look of fear on her blood and dirt stained face. “I’m not going to hurt you, so just give me your name.”
“S..S…Sarah… My name is Sarah.” “Well hello there Sarah, I’m the man who just saved your life. You’ve got two options tell me where you want to go, or stick with me. Just know that if you stick with me you’d better learn how to take care of yourself, I don’t have time to take care of a kid.”
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Who Am I?
The man heard garbled voices next to him, he couldn’t move to his firearm or open his eyes, he just hoped they were friendly, although he didn’t know if that would be a good thing either.
“….We got a breather over here….”
“Get him on the chopper…lab…no one was supposed to survive.”
The blackness recedes to light, he tries to breath but there is something caught in his throat. He tries to move his hands to clear the obstruction, but his arms are restrained. He hears a faint beeping noise coming from his right. He starts to buck forward from the metal surface he is lying on.
“…Where am I… what is going on… why am I restrained?...”
Voices come from somewhere behind him, he cannot hear what they are saying, they seem frantic, and excited. He hears heavy footsteps approaching him.
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I dont really have a title for it... So Ill just label it
"Iron Apocalypse"
Part 1:
Chapter 1
Raiding Party
The man awoke at dawn, he stared out through the clouded windshield of his battered old Pontiac at the dusty desolate road ahead of him. He stared out at the bleached highway that time and what was left of humanity had forgotten. He felt the faint burning in his chest that he has felt for the past few weeks; it’s the one thing that lets him know that he survived the dawn. “Man, I gotta’ quit smoking this shit…” he coughs and looks at the black tar stained mucous that collected on his hand.
He wipes his hand on his pants and turns on the short-wave radio that sits beside him. “Time for the morning wave check.” Ever since he set out he had checked his radio every couple hours to see if he could come across a signal. Only twice in the past few months he had been driving had he actually found one. Both times when he found the source there was nothing but a rusting old repeating beacon that had not yet run out of power. But this morning was different…
He turned his scanner on to try to find a signal. An old man could be heard.“This is Alpha-Six-Niner calling out for anyone out there. We are running short on supplies, raiders…siege…help… anyone out there… help…help…help…” Just then a loud report was heard in the background and the signal went dead.
“Shit, one step ahead of me again.” He brass-checked his .45 and holstered it. “This time them bastards aint gonna’ bug out before I get there. I got a full can of .45 and a half case of Seven-Six-Two to throw at em.”
He fired up the old Poncho, the starter motor began whirring and all of a sudden like a lion roaring after a long sleep the big old 428 came to life. “That’s it old girl, your gonna help me bag some scumbags today! HaHA!”
The old car started to move forward down the road, faster and faster. “Color me gone baby!” The drivers steely eyes darted from side to side of the road checking for markers, roadblocks, mines, anything that could impede him. He had been driving for twenty minutes going a hundred and forty before he saw it. The dark plume of smoke coming from their generator rose up in the distance. He pulled up on to a tall hill about 500 yards from the small fortified cabin.
He pulled out his old Army rifle and looked down on them from the hill. Surveying the enemy looking for what one he would pick off first. Just then he saw something crawling around in the attic of the cabin. It was a girl, looked to be in her late teens. He studied her for a moment, but he wasn’t the only person to notice the movement. One of THEM had seen it too. The creature began to climb up onto the crumbling chimney to claim his prize. The man had to think quickly and he began to slowly put pressure on the trigger. “I was hoping to take out the leader first, but that plan has been blown to shit now!”
_______________________________________________________
Chapter 2
Good shot Ell Tee!
“Sand, dust, wind, sweat, sun, and MORE FUCKING SAND! Jesus H Christ Ell-Tee, just think in two months we’ll be out of this hell!”
“Sweet, will you cut that shit out! I’m trying to get my tan over here!”
“Oh.. and you want me to think that YOU will miss this place?”
“Both of you shut up. I don’t want to hear your damn bitching! We’ve got to keep our eyes open, we don’t complete this mission none of us might go home.”
“We know what our mission is, you don’t have to keep telling us Ell-Tee!”
It had been a long time since he’d thought about home, five years at last count. He kept re-upping, he had nothing to go home to. Just a couple bags of dirty laundry and The Car. Nineteen-Sixty-Nine Pontiac GTO, 428 Ram Air, Black with a red interior… ‘Bout the only thing in his life that meant something. He had gotten The Car for his sixteenth birthday, fixed it up all by himself. When he was kicked out of his home, he lived in the damn thing… Bout the only place short of a war-zone he felt comfortable.
“Ell-Tee, we got movement in the Ravine!”
“…shit I let myself get distracted…”
He looked down, onto the old trail. He saw a small truck driving down the road, if he didn’t know what he was looking for he would have dismissed it as some stupid farmer out on a ‘shine run… But not today, not now. As soon as he brought the mammoth .50 to his shoulder he saw something he couldn’t believe.
“Holy shit! There’s got to be a hundred of ‘em Sir! What are we gonna’ do!?”
“Just what our orders say, eliminate the threat and capture the package.”
He re-shouldered the .50 and aimed at the front of the lead truck, if he got it at the right time he could block the trail and prevent the smugglers from moving forward. The rest of the convoy would be stuck in the range of the claymores.
He squeezed the trigger. The weapon failed to fire.
_______________________________________________________
Don’t Forget the Party Favors.
“Ahh… What the fuck! Dud round!” He quickly racked the bolt to extract the fouled shell and strip a fresh one off the magazine. This wasn’t the first time that he’d had this problem. Only this time his life wasn’t the only life at stake.
“Praise the Lord and pass the fucking ammunition!” The rifle jerked in his grasp, the round he had fired flies down range as another one is loaded into the chamber. The first round impacts the creature in his head, the girl now covered in blood began to scream. “Now is not the time you fucking bitch!” He lets off five more rounds into the hoard to distract them from the girl. The hoard disperses and moves to cover and their heavy weapons. They begin to lay suppressing fire up onto his hill top. He dives behind a rock. “They can’t keep this up for long, even raiders run out of ammunition.”
He crawls over to The Car and grabs one of the grenades from a box in the back. “Shit, I was hoping to save these for something a bit more special…” He pulls the pin and lobs the grenade over the hood. It flies down the hill, he waits five seconds, ten, was the damn thing a dud too! All of a sudden he hears a thud “Oh shit!” He dives away. Still nothing. “Too fucking close, well now’s not the time to waste the grenade.” He grabs another grenade and a roll of tape. “Wont be long till they get up here!” He tapes the dud grenade to the live one and pulls the pin. He tosses it down the hill. It goes off, he hears groaning and incoherent gibberish.
He grabs his rifle and dives for The Car. He turns the ignition and closes his eyes.
________________________________________________________
Misfire
“What the hell happened?!” He moves to pull the bolt back, just then does the rifle fire, the handle flies back impacting his hand. “AAHH! SONOVA BITCH! Fucking shit ammunition” He makes a mental note to put in for some real ammunition, not this cheap crap they’d been getting.
The truck had stopped, but not for long, he had only shattered the windshield of the truck. He takes aim again and fires, the round goes through the hood into the engine. “They are dead in the water, blow the claymores!” A wall of dust and sand flies up at the trucks. Anti personnel mines won’t do much to a armored vehicle, but against troop haulers they do just fine. “Ames, Jackson! Set up an overwatch! Sweet, Grant, Keller, your coming with me!” They trek down the cliff into the valley. They hear the sounds of rifles going off above them, Ames and Jackson clearing out the stragglers.
They make it to the trail, weapons at the ready. More gunshots, rounds popping off just in front of them, they dive for cover. He calls up on the radio. “Ames, Jackson, where’s our overwatch!? Are you two sleeping up there!?” …static… “What the fuck is going on here!”
_______________________________________________________
Chapter 3
Run while you still can…
The Goat springs to life and the man pops into reverse, the tires start to slip on the loose gravel and sand. He lets up on the pedal and slowly feathers it to get grip. The tires grip and he cuts the wheel hard, the old GTO swings around and he lets go of the wheel. He shoves the shifter into gear and rips down the trail down the hill. “Ive got to get that girl out of there… I can’t leave her to them things.”
He rips around onto the road and makes a bee line for the shack. “Those stupid idiots will leave their vehicles behind to chase me on foot, I’ve got just enough time to get her out of there.”
He comes up on the house and lets out the clutch and swings The Car around . He jumps out “Get down here quick or were both dead!” The girl looks down and starts to climb. One of the bricks lets loose and she nearly falls. She grabs another and catches herself. “Now get in the damn car or I’ll leave you here.”
________________________________________
Iron Cloud
“Where are Ames and Jackson!? Sweet is your radio working?” Sweet clicks the mic button on his radio. “No sir! Im just getting static!” From the other side of the ravine blackness covered the sky. “Take cover!” The man dived behind a rock and pulled out his gas mask.
Then he heard it, his team started screaming, their radios squealing; deafening them. The man started to scream himself “FUUUUCCCCK!!!!”
Then all went black.
________________________________________
Thanks
He turns to the girl “What’s your name?” She sits there with a look of fear on her blood and dirt stained face. “I’m not going to hurt you, so just give me your name.”
“S..S…Sarah… My name is Sarah.” “Well hello there Sarah, I’m the man who just saved your life. You’ve got two options tell me where you want to go, or stick with me. Just know that if you stick with me you’d better learn how to take care of yourself, I don’t have time to take care of a kid.”
________________________________________
Who Am I?
The man heard garbled voices next to him, he couldn’t move to his firearm or open his eyes, he just hoped they were friendly, although he didn’t know if that would be a good thing either.
“….We got a breather over here….”
“Get him on the chopper…lab…no one was supposed to survive.”
The blackness recedes to light, he tries to breath but there is something caught in his throat. He tries to move his hands to clear the obstruction, but his arms are restrained. He hears a faint beeping noise coming from his right. He starts to buck forward from the metal surface he is lying on.
“…Where am I… what is going on… why am I restrained?...”
Voices come from somewhere behind him, he cannot hear what they are saying, they seem frantic, and excited. He hears heavy footsteps approaching him.
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