rightwing401
15-Jul-2009, 11:39 PM
My story on the battle of Yonkers is almost done. Just wanted to show this beginning of the battle. I took the liberty of changing a few things about the actual battle itself. If you've read WWZ, then you'll recognize them. Anyway, here it is. As per pre-warning, violence and language ensue in said text.
“Contact!”
Without the slightest hesitation in his movements, Clyde brought his rifle up and rushed past the cute reporter to the edge of his squad’s firing hole. Less than five seconds later, the other men of his unit were right beside him, either squatting on two feet or holding themselves up on one knee. All had their weapons trained down the long, deserted expanse of road. Clyde wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought that he could just barely make out an outline at the extreme end of the freeway.
“All units, activate LandWarrior. Standby.”
At command, Clyde and the thousands of other soldiers all plugged their connectors into the portable batteries that powered the system, then flipped down their individual visors. Clyde’s piece was instantly flooded with a crushing magnitude of images in his left eye. It was very, very distracting. Along with tens of thousands of individual images he could choose to see through all the other soldiers eye pieces, he had the option of up linking to several satellite spy birds that were in high orbit over the battlefield at that very moment. He connected to one of the spy bird’s live video feed.
Even looking at the one that was at the closest magnification range, he couldn’t make out a single G wandering through the river of wreckage that led up to their main line of defense. Clyde shifted from the satellite video feed to one of the ten enormous long range digital cameras that had been erected directly behind the line. Like LandWarrior, the cameras were trial prototypes. Designed to give sniper teams an extra edge by presenting them the option to see through the digital images without exposing themselves to hostile enemy fire. And here these new wonders of the modern digital warfare were, undergoing their first real life field test. Staring through his visor, Clyde was able to see what his bare eyes hadn’t allowed.
Staggering slowly on a hobbled leg that was so badly mauled that bits of bone were visible, was the very first live G that Clyde had ever seen. Watching it through the video feed made it seem less real and more like a figment of movie imagination. It wasn’t clothed at all, which was why Clyde was easily able to tell that it had been a man. He saw its lips moving, but it was too far away for him to hear the soulless wail he had been told about. Comprehension that the walking abomination had once been a man was hard to process in his mind.
A voice crack in over Clyde’s ear piece, ending any potential chance there might have been in his thought process about the greater meaning of life and the thing staggering towards their position. “Delta 2751, target is entering my designated kill zone. Requesting permission to engage.”
Clyde leaned forward slightly at the request. He could feel every last strand of his muscles tighten with immense tension. With his breath held and his lips clenched tightly, Clyde did the only thing that he could do. Wait. And that, in his mind, was almost as much of a bitch
“Engage.” Commanded an older sounding voice through the ear piece.
Not more than three seconds after being given the go ahead, a thunderous boom echoed from behind Clyde. Even with his ears covered by the MOPP hood and helmet, the blast was still very loud. Even as Clyde’s body jumped slightly from the tremendous gunshot, the heavy 50 caliber round hit.
The top of the G’s head above the bottom of its nose simply disintegrated in a fountain of dark red goo. It didn’t fall forward or fling back the way Clyde had seen in movies. The headless body…just dropped. A very small pool of thick, black fluid slowly seeped out the empty cavity that had once been the head onto the hot pavement.
“Boom!” some unknown voice roared over the net. “Got him! Fucking headshot!”
“Fuck yeah!” Clyde shouted into the net along with hundreds of other soldiers who equally couldn’t keep their excitement down.
“Contact!”
Without the slightest hesitation in his movements, Clyde brought his rifle up and rushed past the cute reporter to the edge of his squad’s firing hole. Less than five seconds later, the other men of his unit were right beside him, either squatting on two feet or holding themselves up on one knee. All had their weapons trained down the long, deserted expanse of road. Clyde wasn’t entirely sure, but he thought that he could just barely make out an outline at the extreme end of the freeway.
“All units, activate LandWarrior. Standby.”
At command, Clyde and the thousands of other soldiers all plugged their connectors into the portable batteries that powered the system, then flipped down their individual visors. Clyde’s piece was instantly flooded with a crushing magnitude of images in his left eye. It was very, very distracting. Along with tens of thousands of individual images he could choose to see through all the other soldiers eye pieces, he had the option of up linking to several satellite spy birds that were in high orbit over the battlefield at that very moment. He connected to one of the spy bird’s live video feed.
Even looking at the one that was at the closest magnification range, he couldn’t make out a single G wandering through the river of wreckage that led up to their main line of defense. Clyde shifted from the satellite video feed to one of the ten enormous long range digital cameras that had been erected directly behind the line. Like LandWarrior, the cameras were trial prototypes. Designed to give sniper teams an extra edge by presenting them the option to see through the digital images without exposing themselves to hostile enemy fire. And here these new wonders of the modern digital warfare were, undergoing their first real life field test. Staring through his visor, Clyde was able to see what his bare eyes hadn’t allowed.
Staggering slowly on a hobbled leg that was so badly mauled that bits of bone were visible, was the very first live G that Clyde had ever seen. Watching it through the video feed made it seem less real and more like a figment of movie imagination. It wasn’t clothed at all, which was why Clyde was easily able to tell that it had been a man. He saw its lips moving, but it was too far away for him to hear the soulless wail he had been told about. Comprehension that the walking abomination had once been a man was hard to process in his mind.
A voice crack in over Clyde’s ear piece, ending any potential chance there might have been in his thought process about the greater meaning of life and the thing staggering towards their position. “Delta 2751, target is entering my designated kill zone. Requesting permission to engage.”
Clyde leaned forward slightly at the request. He could feel every last strand of his muscles tighten with immense tension. With his breath held and his lips clenched tightly, Clyde did the only thing that he could do. Wait. And that, in his mind, was almost as much of a bitch
“Engage.” Commanded an older sounding voice through the ear piece.
Not more than three seconds after being given the go ahead, a thunderous boom echoed from behind Clyde. Even with his ears covered by the MOPP hood and helmet, the blast was still very loud. Even as Clyde’s body jumped slightly from the tremendous gunshot, the heavy 50 caliber round hit.
The top of the G’s head above the bottom of its nose simply disintegrated in a fountain of dark red goo. It didn’t fall forward or fling back the way Clyde had seen in movies. The headless body…just dropped. A very small pool of thick, black fluid slowly seeped out the empty cavity that had once been the head onto the hot pavement.
“Boom!” some unknown voice roared over the net. “Got him! Fucking headshot!”
“Fuck yeah!” Clyde shouted into the net along with hundreds of other soldiers who equally couldn’t keep their excitement down.