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11/28/09(Sat)09:04 No.6905560As Serghar ran, he realised through the fog of war and explosions that the terrain seemed familiar. He knew he was running parallel to the 'line', and felt a moments disorientation as he tried to figure out why it all looked familiar. Then it hit him. He spotted the entrance to an abandoned communications dug out; this had been the front line, where Fourth Platoon had been. Four weeks ago. They hadn't even managed to advance more then a metre in a whole month. Serghar laughed hysterically, making a beeline towards the dug out. The entire war was a joke! At least now he would be safe. He'd take shelter, wait out the fire storm and then emerge, linking up with friendly forces as, he suspected, the only survivor of the entire battalion. He closed the distance between him and the dug out, dodging around the occasional near-miss of artillery. His luck held out... ...until he was just outside the dugout. A shell smashed into the dirt a few metres away from him. The earth seemed to lift beneath his feet and tossed him into the air, hurling him headlong into the dugout. Serghar managed to roll so that he wouldn't break his neck, but struck the dirt wall of the rough bunker hard enough to cause a concussion and break a rib. He grunted, falling to the floor. He was safe. Then, just before he passed out, he looked up and saw the Tau. |