!pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)14:11 No.14088705|
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You make a beeline straight for the Leman Russ and climb atop it. She had been a beauty in her day, and her chassis was marked with many kills. This was all before something had punched through her, and had taken her crew with it, a bloody hole in the back of the tank. The gunner still remained, however, manning his post even in death. You apologize to his spirit, and push him from his spot, and get behind the machine gun yourself. The weapon wasn't hard to figure out. Your heart beat quickly. This was kill or be killed. You had definitely shot at living things before, but you'd never been the only one shooting. There was nobody to the left or right of you. There was only you.
The first swamp man scrambled up the remains of a great oak and screamed at you, before the branch he was holding on to fell and he crawled at you without breaking stride. You hold down the trigger, and tear him apart. More join the fray. You do a good job of picking them off - with a weapon like the one you were behind, you didn't have to worry about such things as missing. This is, until, one of them leap on the tank from behind you and grip you by the shoulder, pulling you from the gunner's seat and off the edge of the tank.
You fall in the mud, with one very wild and hungry mutant above you.