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A Hunters Peridice Ch 4 Ch 4 "Me, Myself and I"
As Milly worked her way down the halls towards the basement, she noticed how many of thouse 'things' were walking about. Even though they ignored her she still could not help being unnerved by them. As she pushed past a pair of doctors Milly started thinking and taking stock of her situation and what ws happening to her body.
"Ok I'm realy strong" Milly pondered (are you pondering what I'm pondering SLAP! foucuse, fouces!) "Stong enought to crack a fire exstinguasher. I'm fast enought to keep pase with these thing without getting tired. I don't get hungry easly and I smell like a dumpster behind a meat packing plant. Great just great." Millys angure started to build and she was talking
A Hunters Paridise Ch 3 Ch 3 "Early morning rush hour"
"So once I got the keys I came here." Milly explained.
"My god Milly." Ms Markes said sinking back into her spin chair. " All that... it... its a little hard to take in. I mean what has happened to you, me , the city its.. I thought it was just the hospital but the whole city Oooh lord and you I don't understand whats going on with you. That bite is just like the thouse from the other pationts brought in. Like that little ones family." Ms. Markes looked over at the boy who was still uncounse on the floor curled up in Millys hoody.
"I can't beleave he's still asleep." Milly said from her spot on t
A Hunters Paridice ch 2.5 (If you get confused read the first chapters.)
Ch 2.5 Bloody Red cross (2.0)
Milly jumped over the reseption desk and saw the infected nurce running down the hall to her left.
"Beter follow him he Know the way." Milly thought.
Running after him she closed the distance with ease and did not feel winded as they rounded another corner. They entered a suprisingly well lit hallway linded with rooms. As Milly kept up with the infected nurce she saw movement from some of the rooms. Out of one she spyed a black docter shuffle out and look at them. Then his nose twitched and he sniffed th
Dry Run 4 ....and another tale from 40k
Barnson grabed a handle close to the passange seat the was connected to the hull mounted bolter and looked out the view port.
"Ya can see beter if you stick you nosiy ass out the turret, son" said the driver angurly.
Barnson looked to his left to meet the affended eyes of a brown bearded man in his fourtys smoking a cigar. He wore a leather tanker cap with some goggles and its straps hanging down its sides and a pair of old plastic rimed glasses.
"Excuse me?" Barnson asked back in retalulation.
"Oooh sorry." The man began in a stange acsent (irish to you and me) and offered his hand, whitch Barnson took. "Names Gourge O'Rily but everyone
Dry Run 3 ....and another tale from 40k
Karas mind swam as she heard gun fire. She felt a hand on her left shoulder and a voice in the distance. The hand shook her and her eyes opened to see Erikson in front of her yelling.
"Get up Kara!"
Karas instinces and training kicked in and a surge of adrnilen shot to her heart as the combat stims from her mask kicked in. She imediatly reached for her long las but it was not their in the lock beside her. Erikson smiled and handed it to her from the floor. Kara grabed it and unbuckled herself. She looked around the cargo hold to see all but the pricess, her aids, and captain Noven were gone. The entourage was hudled in a courner in the back of the ship with Noven on guard. She heard a drilling sound from the cockpit and leaned forward, w
Dry Run part 2 ....and another tale from 40k
The warp trip from watch Fortress Trinity took 3 days. The team had been giving a medium sized cruiser called 'Harbinger of the Emperors light' or more affectionately called 'The Emperor's H.O.T.E.L' by the crew. Valren was a hive world near the center of the territiory and was in a well off strategic position millitarily and economicly. Throw out the journy The team had not seen the princess. Only Guard Captain Kyal Noven was seen talking to Captain Folson giving reports on the princess and her entourages wellbeing on a daily basis. Chaplain Julius had held daily surmans for the team and tended to their needs. Julius was always positive, and at times down right funny, but when it came to preaching and religouse dutys he became just like any other chaplain. Passionate, sturn, and righteous. Julius was quoited saying "I love my job" under his breath after a particular
Dry Run part 1 ....and another tale from 40k
Erikson let the grull plop back onto the food tray from his fork.
"Two weeks of this I think my brain is going to explode." he said.
The team had been assind quarters shortly after their arrival. Then classes started. The team was trained and briefed on information and techniques that Erikson thought borderlined on heresy. Erikson sat on the cafitaria table stairing at his food struguling with all the new information that, frankly he did not wish to know. The cafiteria, if you could call it that, was opposite one of the maintenance bays in one of the inner hangers of the station. The cafiteria had been thrown together to accomidate the sudden influx of naval personal from the, now imfumuse, Nutkr'ncher Blitz. The cafeteria was filled with all the imperial guard team members on each of the te
Oriantation Day ....and another tale from 40k
"Blasted thing!" Barnson said as he used a standard issuse multitool to tighten his agmented arms elbow.
"Stop pickin at it." Erikson joked from the seat across form him. "Just be grateful you managed to get one before we left."
"I would be better off without one for all the good this peace of glorifyed scrap has done." Barnson said spitefully as he rolled down his dress uniforms sleave.
Barnson and Erickson sat in the hold of a small cramped cargo ship on their way to their new assinment. Barnson pushed aside the bag on his lap and put the tool back into its proper pouch. Barnson had black hair with a thin face, build as well and green eyes. His new arm was a poor substitute for it predisseser. The arm had only two fin
The end of a life...... .....and another tale from 40k
Unberialble pain. Flashes of images flew before her eyes. A man in black, bladed tools, and explosions. All crashed into reality as she opened her eyes. Her throut hurt as she took her first counsions breath. She looked around ,what appered to be an operating room, to see bladed tools hanging on a nearby wall, freshly used. She could not remember were she was or 'who' she was for that madder. As she tryed to put her left hand to her head it stoped. she was straped down to a table. The straps were at her wrists, legs, waist and neck. Fear took her as she strugled to get free. Finally her left hand got free with a rip. But before she went to free her other hand she saw it. Her hand was not her hand anymore. It was five long bladed,segmented claws one shorter for a thumb. The blades were attached to a metal box that had re
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