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Flood Survival
Posted By: Forever Forerunner<puppetofkorn@yahoo.com>
Date: 11 June 2003, 5:20 PM
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Emperor's Children Series: Part I: Flood Survival
Being the basic marine in a world full of aliens that could basically eat your face off is not the best of times, especially for the marines fighting off the Flood Combat forms in the jungle. Private A.J. Wallace was one of those marines fighting the perils of the Flood in the Halo jungles. His platoon of 15 soldiers plus his sergeant seemed mighty when they first entered, any Covenant in the way were soon eliminated, but because of the lack of ammo, medical supplies, and the necessary tools for night fights dwindled their numbers to 5.
The sergeant was a tall, brutish fellow with a heavy Texas accent. His pale white skin and blonde hair was matted with rain and sweat, the other marines were also wet with sweat or rain. All of them armed with shotguns, 2 full clips, a grenade, and whatever secondary weapon they managed to grab from the dead and deceased. I was one of them, a minor private, Private Zack E. Diemitridov. The last thing I could ever remember from our periling fight against the flood was that there was a lot of blood, the liquid was torrent and made pools on the ground.
We stopped at another structure, just outside the mouth of the entryway to recoup our strength for the time being. I gingerly hobbled over to a white rock and sat on it. The smooth white stone felt so relaxing from about five miles of non-stop running. The Needler strapped to my back was soon untied and set on the ground, the shotgun lay in my hands at all times. The silver barrel gleamed off of the lights from the structure as I combed my eyesight to and fro at my companions.
Another soldier walked up to me with his shotgun in the air and a pistol in his other hand. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down in a rhythmic pattern. Throwing the pistol into the shrubs to my left he joined me sitting on the rock. Interesting, as it was to see him throw such a good piece of military hardware into the jungle I gave him a shocked look. The marine laughed out-loud and smiled; which went from ear to ear.
"It didn't even have any ammunition left, I'll see what I can dig up in this structure. Why doesn't anyone call for evac? We've been stranded for hours!" He shook his head when there was no response, his helmet glistened in the wet rain, and then he looked at me with a stern look.
"Is this your first time private?" The question wasn't shocking, but it wasn't making me feel better either.
"No, I was fighting covenant back near Reach, our ship was being raided." The marine seemed to think about what I had said as I shifted the weight of my shotgun to my other hand.
"My name is Kraden, but people call me Krad. I've been in so many raids against Covenant ships I've lost count." That last fact surprised me, matter of fact I didn't believe him.
"Zachary, but people call me Zack, and I know you were on no Covenant ship." Krad laughed at my response and slapped me in the back, it sent me forward but that was about it.
"Well, you caught me, looks like I'm going to have to be more creative around you!" I laughed back knowing that Krad was an all-right guy, the sergeant stood back up from his resting place and ushered us into the structure.
I picked up and strapped the Needler to my back once again, I groaned feeling the extra weight holding me down. Shotguns in hand, we went into the entrance and down an elevated walkway to what seemed to be an elevator shaft. The place was empty of life, only the remains of some marines in armor plus a cache of goodies we could use. They were torn open, diagonally across the chest, some had their faces blasted off leaving only tissue. A couple of flares were lit around the fallen marines to reveal a bigger stockpile of human goods, loads of AR's and some medical kits. I looked around the room again since the flares were just lit, open and wide, funny little patterns in the walls and on the ceiling, and the elevator only consisted of a platform. I swapped my Needler for an AR plus some clips; I wiped off some of the blood still lining the grips. Krad chose the AR as well with one clip and a medical kit. When we were finished hoarding the dead, the sergeant started to board the platform and we followed. He stopped suddenly because he heard them, the flood, the wet gurgles were unmistakable and he lit a flare off and threw it at the door. We looked at the glowing green flare to see it land smack dab into a flood division, the illumination didn't seem to effect them because of the fact their already dead...
"Defensives marines! Get on the platform, were going down!" Several burst shots from AR's erupted from behind me as their muzzle flashes lit the room. I shot my own AR at the closest of the beast stopping when the recoil was too intense, the coughing of the AR's were immense as the Flood fell by the flurry when they ran at us with full speed. I could feel the elevator decending just as the beasts came closer, we were going to be all right, all of us. Still shooting away the marines peppered the first wave with deadly accuracy as dead tissues and bone ripped away from the floods bodies. The flood opened fired with a flurry of Covenant and Human weaponry striking some marines. Lower and lower we went, seeing only the head of the flood as we kept firing away, the flood mimicking our actions. A plasma bolt sheared past my eye and struck a marine in the neck, he garbled out a sound and fell to the floor of the lift. Although we knew he was dead we had successfully escaped the flood once again without suffering heavy casualties.
We reloaded once more and folded the dead marines arms across his chest to give him a proper death burial. We laid the now empty weapons he had at his side and tore our eyes away from the blank face. The elevator slowly groaned to a stop into a pitch black room with only portable lights guiding a path to a door, we were hesitant at first, but then after looking around for a little bit the sergeant made us press forward....
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