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(Not all flags are right, but it was a valiant effort, I think? /Hope)

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OMG YES YOU GOT ESTONIA RIIIGHT. IT’S SMALL BUT WOOOOOOOOOOOO

I HAVE A DIFFERENT BLOG ALSO OMG FOR PERSONAL STUFF LIKE PONIES AND SHIT

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So, as i was perusing my evening Twitter, I found a tweet from Joseph Gordon Levitt that asked for writers to write a story using dialogue only. No names, just pure story.

I bit and now, i await. Yeees…

http://hitrecord.org/records/681868

Yeah.. >_> 

Chapter II

We estimated our trip to Nevada would take a week at least. Unless of course we’d run out of gas, but, there is one thing about the American countryside that I find great. If there’s a gas station, it’s usually full of supplies. Right now, we had about twenty different weapons. We had been driving for four days straight after the Research Lab. We had met with some survivor bases and handed out weapons and ammo. In exchange we had gotten fuel. Still, we needed to sell the weapons. “Anyone got a plan? I wouldn’t mind a couple of weapons and supplies, enough to survive in the back trunk but this is just getting silly.” Lazlo asks, leaning back against the guns. I grin at him. “Well, no, you’re just going to have to live with the guns. Maybe the dress them up..” Lazlo shook his head. “No, dammit. Well, I’ll be quiet.” The road winded onwards. We encountered a lot of bandits but we noted that the roads were generally clean. We thought it was until nightfall that the survival would begin but.. somehow, we encountered few Night Eaters. I looked out of the window. The sun was setting. As we passed a old road mark, it read: “State of Nevada, 250 miles.” We sighed and rolled our eyes. When the sun fell, we switched drivers. Lazlo looked out onto the road when he got out of the car. “Hey, guys. Don’t you see lights? Off in the distance.” Me and Johnny looked at each other then moved infront of the car. We looked out into the distance. We saw lights of a town, glowing ominously. This couldn’t have been Vegas.. Maybe it was something else. We got back into the car, Lazlo drove while I sat in the back, drifting to sleep quietly. I heard Lazlo and Johnny talk about where we were going. I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of fighting Night Eaters. I fought them all day and night, my gun never seeming to stop. Until, I was dethroned by one from the gun. As it attacked me, it was the face of my girl back home. I woke up, panting. Johnny looked at me. “Dammit, Ter. What the fuck did you see?” I sighed and muttered: “A dream, a bad one.” “Oh,” Johnny shrugged and went back to talking with Lazlo. I listened to them talk, looking at the ceiling of the car. “I have to say, Laz. I’ve heard whispers of the Night Eaters mutating up south. Massive, monstrous Night Eaters, made from the remnants of the plague. I don’t know but we might see more enemies up south.” Lazlo rolled his eyes. “It’s not like Area 51 is where they created him. We’re not going to see some tank like creature.” He took a look at the sign as he made his way to a crossing. “Vegas, 50 miles. Area 51, 17 miles. Hey, guys, I think we’re close.” I propelled myself up. “What time is it?” Johnny looked at his watch. “Five o’clock, what’s wrong?” I nodded, picking a Steyr AUG from the back. “Lazlo, when we make it close to Area 51, stop the engine, let me out and quietly follow me.” The next thirty minutes we drove to Area 51 was full of tension. We looked around for any Night Eaters. As we made it to Area 51, the car stopped outside of the gates. In the distance, we saw a military base. I jumped out of the backseat and ran over to the gate, opening the gates. I gave a short look around then motioned for the car to go through the gate.

We were in Area 51, one of the checkpoints on the journey for the plague. The base was silent and we never really heard anything. We stopped the car in front on the main building. “Okay. Lazlo, Johnny. You’re going to search around. Me? Remember that machine gun we picked up?” The guys nodded and I went to the trunk of the car. Opening the trunk, I got out a very large light machinegun, a FN Minimi L108A1. I placed it near the gate and started to gather supplies to build two things to cover the gate: One, a campfire behind me, secondly, a place to put the machine gun. It was a dug out hole, covered by camouflage nets and surrounded by boxes. The only thing in there was the machine gun and a satellite radio, connecting me to Johnny and Lazlo. I parked the car behind the fire and got out some other items: Small doses of food, my pistol and Lazlo’s MP5. He had taken my Tavor and I had also given my AUG to Johnny. I sighed, turning on the radio. “Blue 13 and 14, come in.” I heard Johnny’s voice, muttering: “Blue 13 and 14, reporting in. We’re currently Oscar Mike, over. We have detected multiple bogies but they seem to stay off for now, still searching for documents about the plague, over.” I looked out at the sands. They were gathering, out there, and the fact that no-one was attacking Lazlo and Johnny, meant that…This was a trap. I replied: “Blue 12 is ready to fire. I advise you to be cautious with the bogies, over. We might have unforeseen consequences, over.” I sighed, looking down my sights. In the distance, I saw figures gathering. They looked ghostly and there were a lot of them. I looked at my clock. It was almost midnight. I looked at the radio and took the radio phone, then yelled: “BLUE 12 IS DETECTING MULTIPLE BOGIES HEADING THIS WAY. BE QUICK AND BE SWIFT, FIND THE FUCKING DOCUMENTS AND SOMETHING WORTHWHILE.” Honestly, I was panicked. I didn’t know what to think. My friends were down there, doing their best but still, out here, they were pouring in by the dozen. As they got closer, I turned off the safety and looked down the sights. Then, I breathed in and out, smiling, then yelling: “WELCOME TO AREA 51!” And I fired at the crowds of Night Eaters, rushing at me. So this is how action heroes felt like: Heroic, untouchable, angry. It was something I never thought I was but, now? I loved it, just because I could spend all of my anger. I smiled and stopped the machine gun, as I realized I had ran out of bullets. Quickly, I grabbed the next box and quickly recharged the gun. Then I fired again and again and again, until there were no more bullets, no more Night Eaters and no more anger. I sighed in and out, smiling. I reached for the radio. “Blue 13, Blue 14, come in. Coast is clear, over.” I heard gunfire and running. “BLUE 13 AND BLUE 14 IN TROUBLE, MULTIPLE PACKS OF NIGHTIES AFTER US; WE HAVE THE DOCUMENTS AND WE’RE HEADING TO EXFIL. BLUE 14 IS WOUNDED.” I picked up the machine gun and rushed to the underground exit, running down the stairs until I reached them. They were hiding behind a flipped over table, firing wildly into the Night Eater crowds. I looked over at Johnny; he was badly wounded, prepped up against the table. Lazlo was sitting there, firing from his Sig Sauer. “Lazlo!” I yelled “Work on his wounds! I’ll hold them back.” I held my ground, firing into the crowds, trying to keep them back. In the end, it was too much. Lazlo saw that and yelled me to go. “AFTER YOU, CORPORAL!” I replied, fumbling with a grenade. He threw me a heavy backpack and ran out of the door, carrying Johnny. I ran after them, carrying the machine gun and the heavy bag. I was tired but the survival instinct kicked in, mid run. I was going to survive this. As the grenade exploded, I jumped out of the building. I looked around. The sun was rising. But, there was something amiss. Where were Lazlo and Johnny? I looked at the car and frowned. There was Johnny, laying there, his face lifeless and shrouded like a Night Eater. He had turned. I took my pistol and gulped. “I’m sorry, friend…” I pulled the trigger and he slumped against the front tire. Then, there was that of a Night Eater, decapitated. Lastly, there was Lazlo, who had realized he had turned and had committed-. He had committed suicide. I took the bodies of my friends, cleared them of personal belongings and threw them right next to each other. I then took some lighter fluid from the trunk and sighed. “I hope you find peace in the afterlife.” I walked over to the bodies, took my lighter and poured lighter fluid on them. Then, I threw my lighter onto Lazlo’s bodies. As they burned, I stood away, muttering. “A soldier’s duty is to fall in battle. Battle against any kind of evil, may it be supernatural, mutated or plain human. He has to fight until the bitter end against anything that may harm him and those around him. Blue 13 and 14, Corporals Lazlo Pilsutowski and Johnny Andrews, two of the bravest men I had the pleasure to know, died here today, as members of the NATO Strike Team, or what’s left of it.” I sighed as the bodies burned to ash. I picked up my lighter and sat on the ground, starting to look through the backpack that Lazlo had given me.

The backpack was filled with documents and a small power source. I flipped through the documents, finding out about the source of the plague and about the small power source. It was a prototype to be tested against using the plague. It was developed as a Russian-American source to fight the plague. The head scientist was someone named “Dr. Francis Agnew”. He had had a home near Texas. A few hours before the plague broke out; his body was found in his apartment with that of his friend, Richard Denajor. I opened the car doors and threw the backpack into the seat next to me. The map they had found showed of possible allies. There was a old, abandoned military camp, occupied by rebels 50 kilometers from here, towards Vegas. I shook my head. The kids had died, ensuring that I would survive. I took a look at the power resource. This was going to be my final thing, to destroy the plague. I turned on the ignition and drove away, through the bodies of the dead. I was going to find the cure. As the anger grew in me, I pumped up the sound. This was one of the songs I had enjoyed: “Propane Nightmares”. I smiled and drove across the old roads of this state. I turned down the sound at the 45 kilometer mark and turned it into a public frequency. “This is Captain Terence Forager of NATO Strike Team Delta 4. I am requesting assistance from anyone that is out there. I have weapons and supplies to trade in exchange for fuel and a place to sleep.” I relaxed and stopped hitting the gas, going down to a small speed of 30km/h. I repeated the message again, until I heard a man speak. “Captain Forager. This is Commander Christopher Dennis of the Eastern Ranger Command from Russia. Me and my squad are holding the fort while Ranger Captain Vasili Dyatev is getting backup from the Eastern Rangers. You are part of NATO’s Relief Team? We haven’t heard of a NATO team in months. It all went to hell after the March Coup against NATO’s Command. Still, I advise you to join us. We are happy to trade with you.” I smiled and pressed on the gas again. The car sped and I stopped in front of the military base. I packed the documents into a small briefcase and climbed out of the car. I was met by a group of five men, all wearing Spetsnaz and Stalker gear. I nodded and gave them a salute. “Captain Terence Forager. This is my command squad. This is Corporal Thomas Sander, a Hellknight and Honorary Ranger. He has served his place as second in command after saving my life multiple times back in the Baltic Wasteland. The rest are my guards.” I coughed. “What did exactly happen in Estonia?” He nodded and showed me the way to the command center. “Well, if you must know. The Communist insurgence used one of America’s fabled Wipeout bombs to kill what was left of a nation. No live thing survived. That was years ago. Now, we have mostly cleaned up the place and are reuniting with our allies. The Night Eaters offer us a significant problem. We would be willing to help you. Now, Captain Forager…” We sat behind a table and I placed the briefcase on the table. “What are these files you have here? Are they data from the scientists?” I gave a nod and replied. “Two good men died bringing this information here. Now.. What me and my team had gathered, was; One, the plague is spread by plantations and crops. Two, the Night Eaters infect you once they bite your blood out. It has to be a bite. Three, we are still missing info from three research centers. Do you have a map of the US?” The man nodded and folded out a map. I pointed east, near the port. “This is my next stop, Omnicorp America. I will investigate this building to find any information. What I’d like you to do is send a team out to one of the Far Research posts in Eastern Europe. Where exactly? Chernobyl. Why there? Because it’s a abandoned and irradiated area. It’s perfect for Omnicorp’s testing. Now, I shall have a good night’s sleep and then, then, we shall map out what we will do. Please, if your CO shows up, fill him in and show him these documents. Then let’s meet here tomorrow around 13:00 hours. We have to think out a way to destroy the plague and I’m looking forward to your input, Commander. The Russian people might have died but we still have a chance to rebuild this world. If we can destroy, or better yet counter-engineer the plague for an antidote, we will be victorious. It’s a long shot but it might pay off. How’s Europe doing?” The man smiled. “The British Isles and France have become a ground for main research development. Now, Russia is still holding out, thanks to us, the Rangers but: We are dying out. The Night Eaters are growing. We must find a way to beat them. Now, about bed: You do deserve rest. And I am sorry for your comrades, Terence.” He smiled and extended his hand for me to shake. I nodded back and shook his hand. Then, he told a guard to lead me to the barracks. I crashed asleep on the old bed, sighing in relief. The toughest part of our journey was about to begin. I was sad over the fact that none of my comrades had survived but, no-one said this would be easy. I fell asleep, my dreams a black mist.

Chapter I:

These last few days have been a tough on me. All of my teammates have died and yet, i feel a certain calm. This world, this war which we fought in has ended. And I, I am the last man standing. Except, when I peek out the window, I see them. Sitting in the open. They think i’m dead. I blink and look at the sky. It’s a deep shade of blue, with the sun and some clouds. I slump back against the wall and look at my hands. Blood. Dried up blood and.. fresh. I reach my hands under my combat armor, feeling bullet wounds. I sigh and reach for the medic’s bag. Looking through it, i find at least ten adrenaline shots, twenty health shots and two Hypershot XL. I look at the floor next to me. On it there are my dropped health shots. I pick them up, the five of them and place them on the medic’s bag. I close it and look around. Thank god, the Corporal still has his pistol. I try to reach it. Yet, the intense pain the bullets are giving me make me groan and i slump back against the wall. I take a look out of the window.  Now there’s only one, possibly left here to guard the bodies. I have to get him fast. I reach for the pistol again. I pick it up and push the button which drops the magazine. Three rounds. I nod and cock the trigger. I move out, silently. As i lay there, i take the man into the sights of the gun. I mutter: „Good night, scum.“ And fire. After thunder comes a loud thump and then, silence. I rise and limp back to the hut. I take the medic’s bag and search the bodies for any hidden loot. After five minutes, i’ve gathered some working handguns, a backpack and magazines. I nod and take a health shot. As the energy courses through my body, I storm out. The health shots always leave a bad taste in my mouth. I walk over to the scum. He seems to be holding a rifle. The Sergeant’s rifle. I pick it up and empty his body of any clips. I look around. My surroundings are akin to Delta Base’s location, so this can’t be far. To my right, there’s a ruined city, glistening. To my left, there’s a ruined trainyard. Yes, this is Sector 56, where Delta Base is. I start walking towards what i see is a military complex. Years ago, this place was different, but now.. I shake my head and run in a steady pace. Night is coming and i need to make it there before nightfall. Before The Night Eaters come out and kill me. I run across the abandoned waterworks. Before The Fall, this was my early journey. Now, i was running for my life. Delta base wasn’t far. I stopped on the road, tired. I sighed and looked around. Dust, dead plants, a dead city and.. a bycycle. I grin and run to the bike, inspecting the damage. Near the bike, there’s a dead body, of a courier. One shot in the head. Looks like the bandits killed him because of intruding. I search his body and bag, discovering food and health shots. I empty him of gear and hop on the bike. It’s been a while since I’ve rode a bike but soon, i’m biking across dead America. I feel free.

Soon, i’m in Delta Base. I’m saluted by the guards. One of them asks me. „you’re all of that’s left of the convoy?“ I nod and he sighs. „Bandits? Night Eaters?“ „Bandits,“ I reply, handing him the medic’s bag. „All of the supplies i could gather from the assault. May i stay here until the next convoy leaves?“ The guard gives a nod and points at a bar-looking building. „Inn’s there, sir. Are you a member of the US Army?“ I grin and take out my badge. „I am..or well, was member of the NATO Relief Team from the UK. Captain Terence Forager. My squad was sent to send supplies from the last NATO Relief Team Camp, Camp Golf to this camp. Even though NATO and the UN have collapsed, the EU will give support to it’s Canadian and American allies.“ The guard leans back against the tower, smoking quietly. He swallows then asks: „How are things over in Europe and Middle-East?“ I sigh and look at the setting sun. „Well, sir. We are outnumbered. The plagues and The Night Eaters are ravaging us across Europe and The Middle East. We’ve lost all contact with Russia, particulary due to the Civil War there. The Middle East is even worse. Thousands of dead settlements. Korea, China and Japan are hit by either the plague or the war. World’s doing great.“ The guard nodded. „It’s been twenty years since America got hit by that weather attack. Now, after War and the plague ravaged it, we’re fucked, honestly. I bet Europe’s gonna end up the same. Hey, if you need some work, there’s a group of scavengers heading to a abandoned house. Said to belong to a Scientist“ I nodded and turned around to walk to the inn. I sat behind the counter and called the bartender over. „What can i get you, son?“ He said with a heavy Southern accent. It reminded me of those old movies where being from the South meant you had to be a racist. But we’ll see. The Apocalypse is a funny thing: it brings people together or it sprungs them apart faster than you can say why. My family was safe back home in England and me, well, i had to carry on the mission. What ever it was now. I could take up the said job but, i’d have to get some whiskey first. „Uh, do you have any whiskey? If so, i’d like a bottle of Whiskey and a coke and rum.“ The bartender smiled and gave a nod. As he turned around and started looking through his supplies, he said: „Hey, Englishman. Does Jack Daniels fit? It’s the only one i have and it’s okay.“ I gave a nod and took out my wallet.“How much?“ He placed the bottle of Jack Daniels and a large glass of coke and rum on the counter. „Uh, fifty dollars.“ I gave a nod and handed him the dollars, packing the bottle of Jack Daniels in. As i drank my coke and rum, i was approached by this drunk kid. He looked no older than 19. „Hey, you’re from Europe as well?! Yay.“ He sat beside me and drank his beer. „Listen, i have a p-proposition for you.“ „Listen, we both know that science crew will fail to find anything. So, they will leave around 5am. I bet you, if they won’t be back by 9am, we can go to the science center and let them hire ourselves to find them.“ I eyed the kid up and down. He seemed nice, if a bit drunk. „Alright. But only if we can get a third guy.“ The kid smiled, his drunken breath making me cough. „Who?“ „That guard on the left side of the post. Johnny Andrews. „ The kid laughed. „Ah, Johnny! Me and him go way back!“ He turned around to sip his beer, then looked at me. „Hey, dude. Have you ever..“ He sighed and blinked twice, then continued. „…have you ever loved somebody? I mean, loved somebody without them knowing you love them. I knew a girl like that. I loved her but..well, i have no idea where she is. Her country was evacuated to somewhere with mine. I guess England. And well, I’ve lost track of her.“ I gave him pity in my heart. He had lost so much, just like all of us here. „How’d you end up here?“ „Ah, well, i took up a courier job with the Pan-American Shipping Company. And well, they sent me here to carry packages between their base and this town. But since they kind of pulled out, i guess i’m without a job. It payed well. I have a stash of money that i think we can exchange for a car. See.. i have a hunch, and so do the Sciency guys. Somewhere, near the American-Canadian border there’s a bunker. This bunker contains a secret Armory of the United States Army and a laboratory meant for plague research. What ever cure there is, we can find it there. It’s simple. We go to the old research lab, find whatever clues we have and continue.“ I mused over the thought. A possible way to stop the plague. „But how would they spread the cure?“ He smiled. „well, the Old spreading system. We spread it and..well, i don’t know. I know there’s a old plantation system. It all started with the crops.“ I nodded. „Okay, so we’ll meet here around 9 am. Correct?“ He gave a nod back. „Hey, man. What’s your name?“ I grinned. „Terence. I’ll tell you my story tomorrow.“ I headed upstairs to sleep. Content about my chances, i wondered for hours about our prospect. The way he had described the trip, actually fit with my goals. We’re helping to destory the plague. I fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, we met by the guard post. By that time, we had already talked to Johnny and his superiors. As we made our way to the car depot, we saw the perfect car. It was a 2005 Impala 9C1 4dr Police Interceptor. Or so the salesman said. And Johnny agreed with him. It had been colored black when it had been bought from the policemen about 30 years ago. We gladly took it off the Policeman’s hands. We threw all of our guns, supplies and ammo into the back with the courier. Johnny was driving and I sat in the front, hiding a pistol. As we drove off, I took out a old CD case. “So, just so we’re all clear. I’m Johnny Andrews. Besides me is Terence Forager. And you, kid are..?” “Laźlo Pilsutowski.” We glanced at each other then laughed. “Oh my. A Polish, a American and a British man, driving to save the world. “ I searched through the CD-case. “So, what do you guys want? Metal, Rock, techno or hmm, I got a CD named “Mix of favorite songs”. It’ll do, right?” The guys nodded. “A mix!” Lazlo shouted out and yawned, looking out of the window. The windows of the car were bulletproof. Yet, the car drank petrol like hell. The radio was playing “A New Millennium”.  “So, guys, what’s our route?” Johnny asked. Lazlo took out a map and looked. “Uh-huh. We’re going to the Research Lab on the border between New Mexico and Texas.” “And where are we?” “Texas, silly!” I chuckled. “fair enough, Lazlo.” As we drove, we saw the ruined American landscape. For the night we planned out a survival plan. Since the Night Eaters feared light, we would watch guard with moon powered flashlights. It was either that or we changed drivers to drive constantly until we made it to the Lab. The lab was at least 200 miles from Delta Base.  We drove across the roads until nightfall. Just before the sun set, we changed drivers, with me now driving. Lazlo counted that we still had a couple of miles to go. When we made it there, we saw a truck. It looked US Military. We stopped next to the truck and got out of the car. Lazlo grabbed his gear and started dressing himself. Our safety gear was easy. Some Kevlar body armor to avoid bites, long sleeved jackets, helmets. We filled out pockets with as much as ammo as we could then grabbed the guns. After that, we activated the flashlights and moved in. The Research Lab had been long abandoned and it was quiet except for a few howls and scratching noises. As we approached the main room with the files, we saw bodies. The whole research team had died. As we approached them, they had claw and bite marks on them. “Guys. Stand back.” I say, taking out a grenade. I throw It into the room. The same moment I throw it in, the room is filled with Night Eaters. We start to fire into the room, killing quite a few Eaters. They charge at us, howling wildly. “MOVE BACK!” Johnny yells, running backwards. I stay my ground, taking out a flashbang. I throw it into the pack of beasts and look away as it explodes. The beasts go into a frenzy, attacking each other. I reload my FAMAS Tavor and fire into the crowd of beasts. I then approach the room and take the files from the desk. I look around for a couple of minutes and find what we’re looking for. A file reporting something called “FX-672” and how they moved the shipment to Area 51, Nevada. I chuckle as I head out. I stop at the corpses, looting some of the gear. I find a old pulling cart and place the weapons, the armor and such like stuff on it with the files. After making it back to the exit, I crush the computer, activating the failsafe. I head to the truck where my comrades have already done their work. “Terry! We found some petrol! And you found, guns… Alright! Did you loot the bodies?” We spent the next few hours looking through the ammo, the weapons and the gear. After finding a reasonable amount of stuff, we headed back out. I kept the dog tags from the research team to myself, to return to the members eventually. We stopped by the road where we opened the file and read through it. It mentioned the so called “FX-572” heading to Area 51, Nevada for second stage checking. We pinpointed the map to the actual Area 51. “Okay, I guess we have our next step. And well, I think we’d be fools not to continue now. But first, a few hours of sleep. It’s all we can muster before we start our drive to Nevada. This has been easy so far with the close proximity of the Research Base, but a trip to LV will take us time. So, Gentlemen. Are you up to the challenge?” Johnny finished his little speech. Soon we drifted off to sleep. Before falling asleep I thought how the months would change me. Would I die before doing what I could? These Night Eaters had been easy but now, we were about to get into the real meat of our journey. The trip to Las Vegas and where else it would lead us, would be tiresome. I fell asleep thinking of my girlfriend who I had left back in the Kingdom.

So, i just discovered a semi old word document full of 26 pages of content(the first chapter is 23 pages, we stopped at three pages into chapter 2) that is kind of a time-travelling adventure. To put it shortly, Dasrin and Andra end up in… was it 16th -19th century world. Dasrin has taken over the body of a American soldier in the US Army and Andra is a noble. What was supposed to follow was a massive trip across the American Civil War/ Freeing from the British world. As two uneducated Eastern Europeans, we had fun writing this. I don’t know if it’ll ever come to anything but i find the whole word document as something i’d read. 

Maybe a pdf file of the 26 pages, we’ll see.