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(my good comp isnt working right now so I don't have anything to do, I hope you enjoy 
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The man ran along the base of his outpost, leaving the screams of his dying team mates behind him as he dashed ahead. Glancing back he didn't see the terrible man who had attacked them, he shivered, that was no man, no man could have made that kind of sound. He ran straight into the vast woods surrounding the outpost, continuing on for over 10 minutes before finally coming to a stop, he was spent, the only thing that had kept him moving was the reservoir of energy that could only be conceived from pure, unadulterated fear. Downing his whole canteen he wiped off his mouth on his sleeve and reached for his radio.
13 miles away at the command center
The MEC commander blinked away the last grip sleep held on him and answered the radio. (note that im just translating and that they are talking in their native language)
"Command here, report."
"The rest of my squad are dead, I barely escaped with my life!" The man is obviously on the verge of a panic attack
"Calm down! what happened? How many of them were there? what kind of weaponry did they have?"
There is a great deal of panting as the soldier gasps for air
"I, *gasp* think there was only one sir."
The commander, rolls his eyes, annoyed by the soldiers dramatics.
"There couldn't have been only one, your squad was composed of 15 men, tell me how one soldier could have taken out a squad as well equipped and heavily armed as you! Now get it together!”
The soldier takes a deep breath and tries to remember what exactly had attacked them. There is a rustle in the bushes behind him and he drops the radio and turns around, taking out his sidearm, ready to unload it into anything that comes out. The rustle comes again and he fires the silenced pistol into the bush, there is a squeak and a squirrel dashes out and into the nearest tree. The man laughs and holsters his gun , thinking himself foolish. After all, how could anything have kept up at the break neck pace he had been going at? Turning around he bends down to pick up his radio. He heard a rustle again and the last thing he saw was a pair of crimson red eyes.
End of chapter 1. If you want more just let me know and I’ll give it a shot!
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The man ran along the base of his outpost, leaving the screams of his dying team mates behind him as he dashed ahead. Glancing back he didn't see the terrible man who had attacked them, he shivered, that was no man, no man could have made that kind of sound. He ran straight into the vast woods surrounding the outpost, continuing on for over 10 minutes before finally coming to a stop, he was spent, the only thing that had kept him moving was the reservoir of energy that could only be conceived from pure, unadulterated fear. Downing his whole canteen he wiped off his mouth on his sleeve and reached for his radio.
13 miles away at the command center
The MEC commander blinked away the last grip sleep held on him and answered the radio. (note that im just translating and that they are talking in their native language)
"Command here, report."
"The rest of my squad are dead, I barely escaped with my life!" The man is obviously on the verge of a panic attack
"Calm down! what happened? How many of them were there? what kind of weaponry did they have?"
There is a great deal of panting as the soldier gasps for air
"I, *gasp* think there was only one sir."
The commander, rolls his eyes, annoyed by the soldiers dramatics.
"There couldn't have been only one, your squad was composed of 15 men, tell me how one soldier could have taken out a squad as well equipped and heavily armed as you! Now get it together!”
The soldier takes a deep breath and tries to remember what exactly had attacked them. There is a rustle in the bushes behind him and he drops the radio and turns around, taking out his sidearm, ready to unload it into anything that comes out. The rustle comes again and he fires the silenced pistol into the bush, there is a squeak and a squirrel dashes out and into the nearest tree. The man laughs and holsters his gun , thinking himself foolish. After all, how could anything have kept up at the break neck pace he had been going at? Turning around he bends down to pick up his radio. He heard a rustle again and the last thing he saw was a pair of crimson red eyes.
End of chapter 1. If you want more just let me know and I’ll give it a shot!
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