Post by Scotty on May 1, 2011 18:02:57 GMT -5
So, I got distracted from my new Zombie Story with this idea... so I decided to post it. Not sure how many parts there will be to this story, but I also plan on writing it along side my Zombie Story.
Hope you enjoy!
The captain stared at the main screen with a heavy heart. At least half the fleet has been destroyed. The ship shook as another round hit the starboard side and damaged the launch bay. This is it; the primary line of defense is gone. The fleet has failed and the enemy has a straight shot at the planet. The captain grabbed the microphone for the loud speaker on the ship.
“This is your captain speaking, we need to abandon ship. We may not last another hit. Get to the escape pods or portside launch bay as soon as you can,” He announced. His voice echoed through the entire ship. The crew all made their way to the escape pods. While most were running and sprinting, only two are walking. One is the captain; in so much shock that this is happening. The other is Private Wallace Lord, who has stopped caring.
Wallace lost everything when the colony on his home world was attacked. His last option was to enlist and serve humanity. The war had been shifting even since it began almost 90 years ago. He made his way to the portside launch bay and got on a transport. He felt the vessel jolt as it began to leave the bay. Holding his rifle, wonder what he was going to do with it in space, he closed his eyes. He hated riding in the transports.
The ride only got worse at enemy ships fired upon the escapees. The pilot made it his goal to make it down to the surface of the planet they were trying to defend. The lights of the ship went off and the pilot’s voice rang through the metal from the cabin.
“We’ve just been hit with an EMP! Hold on tight!” The transport started to go down to the surface uncontrollably.
“Oh God! Oh God! We’re all going to die!” A man next to Wallace started to scream, which made him want to throw up.
“We’ve entered the atmosphere!” The pilot called again. The ride got bumpier. “We’re on a crash course! Brace for impact!”
The transport crashed through a skyscraper, breaking the glass and lighting it on fire. Ricocheting off another building, some of the men hit their head’s and passed out. The transport hit one of the towers of a mall, and skidded to a stop in one of the clothing stores. On the final landing, about half the men in the transport died and most of the others were wounded. Wallace is one of the few that is fine.
He forced open the door and stepped out, taking a breath of the air on the planet, Arginon. One of the enemy transports had followed them to the surface and troops were beginning to offload. Wallace knew he had two choices at this point: fight or run. He was never a very good fighter, but he was brought up running.
He dropped his rifle and bolted in the other direction, taking his heavier gear off as he went, keeping his shoulder and knee pads. Running out of a direction to go, he realized he had to improvise. He pulled out his pistol and shot at the glass plane in front of him. As it shattered to pieces, Wallace jumped through. Flying across the street, he fell about two floors before he landed on the fire escape of an apartment building. Quickly running down he made it to the street, where many people stopped and stared at him.
“Where the hell did you learn to do that?” An older looking man asked him.
“I grew up on Velo,” Wallace answered.
“Bull shit! Velo was destroyed almost a century ago, you couldn’t have lived that long.”
“I’m not quite sure how it happened, but it did,” Wallace answered. An explosion came from the floor where Wallace just was. “I should go.”
Running as fast as he could, between people, and sometimes through alleyways, he got three miles away from he crash site before he stopped and took a breath. Looking back, he saw the fuzzy outline of a person, almost like an invisible shadow. He blinked and it was gone. In the stillness of the moment, he heard a voice.
“You can run from them, but you can’t run from us.”
Hope you enjoy!
The captain stared at the main screen with a heavy heart. At least half the fleet has been destroyed. The ship shook as another round hit the starboard side and damaged the launch bay. This is it; the primary line of defense is gone. The fleet has failed and the enemy has a straight shot at the planet. The captain grabbed the microphone for the loud speaker on the ship.
“This is your captain speaking, we need to abandon ship. We may not last another hit. Get to the escape pods or portside launch bay as soon as you can,” He announced. His voice echoed through the entire ship. The crew all made their way to the escape pods. While most were running and sprinting, only two are walking. One is the captain; in so much shock that this is happening. The other is Private Wallace Lord, who has stopped caring.
Wallace lost everything when the colony on his home world was attacked. His last option was to enlist and serve humanity. The war had been shifting even since it began almost 90 years ago. He made his way to the portside launch bay and got on a transport. He felt the vessel jolt as it began to leave the bay. Holding his rifle, wonder what he was going to do with it in space, he closed his eyes. He hated riding in the transports.
The ride only got worse at enemy ships fired upon the escapees. The pilot made it his goal to make it down to the surface of the planet they were trying to defend. The lights of the ship went off and the pilot’s voice rang through the metal from the cabin.
“We’ve just been hit with an EMP! Hold on tight!” The transport started to go down to the surface uncontrollably.
“Oh God! Oh God! We’re all going to die!” A man next to Wallace started to scream, which made him want to throw up.
“We’ve entered the atmosphere!” The pilot called again. The ride got bumpier. “We’re on a crash course! Brace for impact!”
The transport crashed through a skyscraper, breaking the glass and lighting it on fire. Ricocheting off another building, some of the men hit their head’s and passed out. The transport hit one of the towers of a mall, and skidded to a stop in one of the clothing stores. On the final landing, about half the men in the transport died and most of the others were wounded. Wallace is one of the few that is fine.
He forced open the door and stepped out, taking a breath of the air on the planet, Arginon. One of the enemy transports had followed them to the surface and troops were beginning to offload. Wallace knew he had two choices at this point: fight or run. He was never a very good fighter, but he was brought up running.
He dropped his rifle and bolted in the other direction, taking his heavier gear off as he went, keeping his shoulder and knee pads. Running out of a direction to go, he realized he had to improvise. He pulled out his pistol and shot at the glass plane in front of him. As it shattered to pieces, Wallace jumped through. Flying across the street, he fell about two floors before he landed on the fire escape of an apartment building. Quickly running down he made it to the street, where many people stopped and stared at him.
“Where the hell did you learn to do that?” An older looking man asked him.
“I grew up on Velo,” Wallace answered.
“Bull shit! Velo was destroyed almost a century ago, you couldn’t have lived that long.”
“I’m not quite sure how it happened, but it did,” Wallace answered. An explosion came from the floor where Wallace just was. “I should go.”
Running as fast as he could, between people, and sometimes through alleyways, he got three miles away from he crash site before he stopped and took a breath. Looking back, he saw the fuzzy outline of a person, almost like an invisible shadow. He blinked and it was gone. In the stillness of the moment, he heard a voice.
“You can run from them, but you can’t run from us.”
