07-08-2016, 01:26 PM
Quote:Twenty Minutes Later
No matter which path they took the story was the same.
Some pathways had less casualties than others, sure, but the carnage itself was consistent. Stab wounds, bullet wounds, broken bones and burning homes, this wasn't helping the natives that Jeff and Whittorn were travelling with either. One of the warriors already broke down into tears having only just recovered and helped himself to his feet, the Chief meanwhile was clearly shaking from pure adrenaline and more anxious than a undiscovered criminal in a police department, and Aoki certainly wasn't going to recover from the trauma with a thousand-yard stare that he was giving. However, Jeff and Whittorn were more apathetic toward the carnage, probably because they had been through this song and dance a few times before. It didn't help Jeff lacked an actual conscious, but then again, where would they be if he did have a conscious? He was made right hand man for the convoy because of his psychopathic nature, it helped them survive more than one encounter with the 'elements' of this realm.
And that was relied on heavily, where as everyone else was too anxious and in a panic to properly adjust their thoughts, Jeff only looked at everything with a cold and guarded thought process. Was anything moving? If so, was it hostile? Fortunately that hadn't run into any hostiles since they began their trip toward the center of the tribe. Unfortunately that didn't remove the smell of dead bodies, the gallons of blood or fear of a booby trap under every body and around every corner. And that isn't even mentioning the amount of stress on their minds.
"So, what how do you think we'll get out of this mess?" Jeff asked with his blank stare looking down the iron sight of his rifle, pointing it down their bloodied and corpse decorated path that they walked. The sunlight was still shining down from the clear blue sky, giving a good look at all the flies surrounding each corpse.
Whittorn walked next to him having his pistol raised, unlike Jeff the lizard flinched and pointed his gun at any noise. However, his face was of a calm concern, he never really did get used to the adrenaline of battle "Well, if we're lucky, that Prime is still there with my truck. We could just make a break for it if everyone else is dead, if not..." Whittorn stopped, turning to look behind them and back at the Eldest, warriors and Aoki. They were some distance behind due to the Eldest's pace. Whittorn then looked back ahead, saying to his companion casually "Well, we could just leave them all behind."
"And what about the bandits?" Jeff asked."Well, we have ammunition for a reason." Whittorn replied
Shortly after, he added "Mother fucker."
Their old SUV was in front of them, a small fire on top of the hood with all the sticks bundled up there, as well as all the equipment attached to the vehicle long gone. It appeared to have been looted thoroughly, even the dead guard hanging out of the driver's car window lacked his armored vest and rifle. Jeff walked up to the body lowering his rifle and breathing in deeply, placing his left hand on the chin of the corpse, he turned the head left and right. A bullet went right through the helmet, the sides of the deceased face covered in a trail of dried blood. "This explains where our transport went." Jeff muttered to himself.
Whittorn meanwhile was busy ripping off a beige harness off a dead guard just below the vehicle. Once taken, the lizard wrapped it around his torso and proudly buckling it together. He then checked the ammunition pouches, looking at each magazine before putting it back in their place. This certainly was the ammo he used for his own pistol, wasn't surprising either- when everyone has similar guns using similar ammo, its much easier to pay for the costs of managing a convoy. Especially when you can loot the bodies of your employees. Afterwards he looked up at his human companion who climbed into the car, pulling out the driver's corpse and attempting to turn on the engine.
"This wont take too long I hope." The Eldest stated, looking at the vehicle while standing in the middle of her alert escort. She didn't seem as disturbed as the rest at all the carnage, but she was still worried.
"We-" Whittorn began, quickly being interrupted by Jeff.
"No, it wont. I just need this car pushed out of the way. Boss?" He said, looking at Whittorn.
Pulling at the car's doorways, it slowly rolled out of it's place, the vehicle creaking and rolling along as smoke emitted through the hood. After half of it had been hauled away, the group moved on, moving closer toward the gunfire and explosions that came from the center of the tribe.
***
All that could be heard was the shouting and gunfire, all she could see was a the flashing of bright lights and sand that surrounded each flash in the distance with black dots turning into a yellow, blinding flash every second. As she dizzily got to her feet everything and anything made her unbelievably nauseous, like as if her torso had been rearranged to feel like a pit that was both empty and full at the same time, which only added fear to her mind when she remember that a car had rammed her off of a truck at eighty miles per hour. Limping over to what was seen as a black wall, the prime leaned against it, sliding down and feeling the wall's numerous bumps and rugged edges against her numb back. What am I doing? she thought to herself, still unable to see anything beyond her own legs, that is, make sense of anything beyond her own legs. It was still all a combination of flashing, sand and red.
Wait, it wasn't red before.
A crumbled tan mess laid some eight feet to her right, splotches of red covering it like as if it was a bucket of red paint tossed onto a canvas. It wasn't moving, the blob just kept itself there, no noise made either. After what felt like a minute, her brain finally began adjusting to what it was seeing- flesh, a human. Her breathing picked up in pace, the red clearly became blood, and the blob was a broken, bleeding body of the driver that slammed their car into Whittorn's truck. And the mess of sand and flashing was a battle, those dots being people in the distance, the black wall was the underside of Whittorn's tipped over truck as well!
She reached for her pistol to only find an empty holster and her armored vest to be gone. Leaning back, she turned her head away from the corpse's direction, instead staring straight out at the line of huts and sand pathways. Bandits, a whole mob of them, they moved in through wrecked vehicles and passed over the corpses of their own or others with little regard. They didn't pay attention to her, nor even bothered looking as they ran. Instead, they were all focused on taking down the remainder of the convoy personnel holding out across the open field that was the center, as well as the remainders of the convoy's encampment.
And her nerves finally began to feel again, a sharp pain flooding her body as her muscles tensed. Her dried and bloody wounds burning like the sun's glare while she covered the cut on her stomach with both talons. Painfully, she coughed, closing her eyes and shaking intensely as the pain kept getting sharper. Looking up at the sky the prime coughed up a thin strand of saliva and blood before her breathing finally steadied, the pain dropping slowly. With the same slowness she would look down again, opening her eyes and noticing a giant figure blocking her view.
"My name is Malgore." The huge, scar covered and muscle bound man began.
A even larger, bloodied and dark black painted truck was behind him, to which Kalli stared at baffled. Her hearing certainly hadn't recovered to its fullest if something like that sneaked up on her.
"And I believe you're a prime." He added, causing Kalli to stare at him with a fearful look that equaled her pain.