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“Like I’m going to believe that. After I just launched an attack on your men, I get to stroll outside the gates.”

Randy groaned as the cigarette burnt into his face. The ash blowed into his eyes and his eyes watered. He managed to let out of his mouth, “And what will happen if I do tell you?”

The man taking off the helmet confused Randy but it only made his ending statement easier. The blood in his mouth landed on the man’s cheek.

“You think your Brotherhood is so strong, they are nothing. The men you have here are weak and pathetic. I’d like to see you try and get even into Detroit without getting your face blown off.”

The light hurt Randy’s eyes. The metal clad man in front of him looked at him through the metal helmet. Randy tried to get some spit into his mouth but all he could get was blood. The Militia had trained soldiers for hostage situations. Randy spoke flatly, “Yeah, I’ll tell you something about...

The tanks barrel aimed at the building, almost directly at his window. Randy had ran out of the way before he even heard the sound. He slid to the back of the building as the roof above where he had just been collapsed with a shower of blood. The blast had destroyed the walls on the level and...

He had expected to see a slaughter but not of his comrades. Randy yelled at no one, “THIS IS NOT MENT TO HAPPEN!” A gun shot came from an upstairs soldier and many followed suit. Randy put his scope to his eye and looked at the carnage. He found a humvee and shot at the driver’s window. It...

The soldier above Randy pushed the lid on the manhole aside and climbed out. Randy followed and ran over to the building that would serve as their viewing platform. It was chosen only because its stairs were still intact. He followed up the stairs and got off on the tenth floor. He found an...

The forty soldiers walked through the dimming light and into a brick building. It looked empty from the outside but inside it was the third largest Militia base in Detroit. The soldiers walked to the elevator and the sergeant out the front pushed in a button and the metal doors opened to reveal...

A siren escaped from the compound and worked its way to the bar on the other side of the pub. Randy and Tim stiffened their backs. They worked their way through the last of the drinks before running out of the pub and down the streets. A series of yells came from the pub with Highway being most...

Having changed into normal clothes with consisted of just a pair of old pre-war jeans and a black shirt, Randy walked down the disfigured streets. Being part of the militia it was required he wore a bullet proof vest with the militias logo on it. He still carried his weapon but he felt no real...

Two men strolled along a fifteen foot fence that formed a border that separated the lake from the ruins of the city. The bombed out skyscrapers were destroyed beyond repair while some new buildings were wedged in between them. Those buildings were also fenced off and one section even had a tarp...

Character Load Out Name: Randy “Highway” Westland. Age: 28 Appearance: Average built, nearly six-foot. Wearing militia clothes (army pants, white shirt and army jacket) stained with dirt and mud. Faction: Michigan Militia. Weapon(s): Pre-war Heckler & Koch PSG1 sniper rifle. Cracked scope...

The flaming rock flew up to the man above them and bounced lightly on the ground by his right foot. The man began to laugh but he was quickly stopped by the flames that licked off the spilt flamer fuel. The flames spouted everywhere, leaping over the man’s body. Derek took advantage of this...

The Jamaican fell over onto the ground and went out of view of Derek. Skytzoe quickly plummeted to the outcropping Derek had been on only seconds before. Derek looked back up to the cliff to where the man had been only seconds before. Shallow laughter erupted from above as a face crawled over...

His gun bounced slightly on the ground by his feet and the stimpak landed on his leg. Looking up he saw the figure of Skytzoe pointing at to the top of the cliff. “What the hell is he doing? Is he trying to let me kill him?” Derek thought to himself. He let out a small sigh and pulled the cap...

Derek let out a groan as he landed on his back. It wasn’t the fall that had hurt him; it was the gun hanging from his back. After what seemed to be a couple of minutes Derek rolled over and finally opened his eyes. “Oh, come on,” Derek said quietly. All that remained was a few twisted pieces...

Derek’s face grew pale. Biting his lip he realised reasoning would do no good to him. This was Skytzoe after all. The gun still pointed at his head. Letting out what Derek hoped would not be his final breath, he let go of the rock he was holding onto. Just as he felt the air rush around him...

Derek stared at Skytzoe. “...You run fast.” Derek kicked up a stone at Skytzoe. It missed. Badly. “Well, second time today I have failed to even hurt you. Yet again you always manage to survive.”

((Not sure what to write about but hopefully this can keep the story running)) The missiles kept coming towards the Vertibird, most missing by a few metres, some required action to be taken. Derek had pulled himself into the co-pilots seat and was looking around anxiously for some sign of the...