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In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desert knows:— "I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone, "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows "The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,— Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon. We wonder,—and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess What powerful but unrecorded race Once dwelt in that annihilated place

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2016 has been a very popcorn-ish year.

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Reborn:X
Reborn:X

Day 18th, FOB "Jackson" .

It has been at least a few weeks since the Whiskey Delta waves rowed through the cities and states. They got almost all of us, Percy shot himself in the head in his fancy house when he saw his teenage child turned. Some people perished trying to hijack an airplane to fly off the country. The nearest civvy airport has more Whiskey Delta than the biggest mass cemetery in China. The guys that remained decided to go AWOL and joined some random psycho gang with a leader who wears a eye patch. I am all alone in this godforsaken field that was once a functioning Forward Operating Base. This is my story, the story of an unnamed survivor...

As I am writing this story I am sitting near some abandoned Humvees with spent bullet casings and empty fifty cal ammo boxes lying all around. The smell of cordite lingers along with the smell of dead flesh. A guy is dangling from a Abrams tank north of my bearing. I can see his broken, bloodied gasmask stuck to the side of the tank by a bayonet. The bodies of unfortunate civilians are mixed together with the bodies of my fallen comrades. The local commander is in his tent. Should anyone bother the care, the dogtags were to be returned to the family. There is no hope...

I had decided to leave this place to search for a better future or die trying, I am not going to be turned, I took the last frag off the corpse of the Corporal. I am heading down front through the highway on the last clean, filled truck remaining. Nobody will stop me, I don't care a opossum about the command or any authority. There is not a World order worth fighting now, in here.

Day 20th, The Road .

I couldn't drive a few good clicks as this POS vehicle broke down and there's a load of dead traffic on the road ahead. There's no telling if any Whiskey Delta is active in those cars and buses up ahead. Apparently, a lone women is looking inside the vehicles, she doesn't look like the rest. She's probably a deranged leftover from some survivor group or something. Her red ragged raincoat makes this all look even more... I don't know what to write.

I can hear some noise coming from the armored troop compartment in my truck, going to check it out. It is probably some ammo boxes banging against each other. If I am lucky there might be something more inside, like a functional drone or similar.

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I had opened the back of the truck. There's a guy without a head sitting in it, I can see bits of brain matter on his uniform. A rifle is laying next to his shoulder. There's a can marked as hazardous materials. There's nothing scary inside it, just a two-oh-three and a package of 'nades for it. The stamp has 'BD' on it and is marked as gas ordnance. I can see no use of it in this current situation.

Day 22th, Nowhere Land .

I couldn't find a living, friendly and unturned soul anywhere. My boots are stained with blood and I bashed my helmet off some Whiskey Delta trying to **** me up. Some tears appeared in my outer tactical vest so I ditched it somewhere in the grass. Portable radio handset is not picking up any signal, no remains of ours no coherent civvy groups around. I still have my lucky frag and a handgun from the Jackson. Fields of emptiness are all around my location. Got me thinking there is a actual dark shed up front, but the mist is screwing up my vision.

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The shed looks comfortable, no animals around. Going to take a small rest now and try searching around for anything useful tomorrow. Before I go to sleep, I can hear a chopper flying somewhere near. There might be some sensible people still alive in this cruel World...

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Reborn:X

Part II.

Day 23rd, Nowhere Land .

It is morning now, and I haven't been killed or bitten or eaten yet. There might be some hope left for me and for us, all. The shed will not hold for long under an assault by either the Whiskey Delta or any pack of troublemakers with guns. The morning appears to be calm, no weird sounds no sounds of gunfire and no helicopters flying around. Time to move to a new direction, into a place more populated. Before I had left the shed I found a little rusty but functional axe inside it. I hope I can secure it on my belt and wrap some cloth around the blade so it doesn't cut me up when moving rapidly. This should double my chances of surviving a few more days in this hell on earth.

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I have rushed to the north from the vicinity of the shed. Amongst the various trees, tall grass and occasional forest animals there is nothing that could harm me. I am writing this on my notebook as I am slowing moving forward, the ink of the pen starts to look shaky. I'll probably need a replacement soon. I can see about 200 meters up front a section of a road or a highway that looks untouched, will try to check it.

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Great, now there is a omninous light mist all around. The telephone cables or whatever on the poles are dangling around and I don't see any living thing near. I have left the forested area, going by the road now. About five minutes moving on the road I noticed a seemningly abandoned simillar tan-colored silhouette of a Humvee. Will have to check it out.

Day 24nd, The Road .

When I opened the heavy uparmored doors of the Humvee a rotten corpse slided out. The uniform was full of holes from bullets and with tears from bites. The helmet had a famillar insignia patch that definitely wasn't of the Guardsmen like me. Mostly likely someone from the Army reinforcements. The Humvee's interior reeked of your daily apocalypse smells. The PRC-119 radio inside appears to be broken or lacking enough battery power.

Apparently, it is a new day now and I am driving down this endless road trying to find something useful around. I can see empty civvy cars on the sideways, various mutilated bodies and spent bullet casings. Part of the road lookings like a Warthog strafed through it like it was the Nineties in the Middle East again. What the **** am I writing about... I seriously hope no head honcho will ever find this notebook. I am becoming tired, will have to stop somewhere soon or crash driving. On the horizon, a abandoned and relatively not screwed up gas station appears.

I should just park and lock the Humvee, go inside and somehow bolt all the doors and boobytrap with 'nade the best possible entrance before the weather changes or the Whiskey Delta suddenly appear.

Day 25th, Gas Station .

Around 0435 a bright red ******* light woke up me. The heavens look like there's a apocalypse going or a goodbye the Whiskey Delta had invaded the Otherside. There is no movement around that I can see. The handgun still works but I wasted the 'nade and the axe on the barricade work. If anything happens I can shoot myself out if it there aren't the ******* ghosts or something!

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I walked a bit outside the gas station. The nature is red like before. There are no bandits or anything around. I don't know what is going on and this look serious. Did the government dropped a nuclear charge? Am I going to die and melt away? Is this a sign of the Rapture or something? There is no answer. I can heard the roaring of chopper blades...

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N o o n e i s g o i n g t o c o m e a r o u n d . I h a v e b e c o m e t h e l a s t o f t h e D a m n e d .


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Reborn:X
Reborn:X

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE EARTH .

The roaring of Blackhawks and Apache gunship helicopters draws closer to the gas station and the wind whiplash resonates in the tall grass, the shattered bits of glass windows jump around the concrete ground. A group of armed and uparmored Humvees stop in a column on the road. A team of soldiers geared up in hazmat suits and gasmasks disembark from them. The team leader gives a handsignal to encircle the building, safeties are turned off, someone in the group loads a fresh forty mike-mike in the two-oh-three. The radio operator places his rifle on the ground and starts muttering some commands in the headset. Few moments later a riot kick shatters the back entrance, the rusty axe blade gets stuck on the wall. The team gets flashlights on, weird screams can be heard as they clear out the gas station. The team leader is asked to come inside by one of his buddies.

In the middle of the gas station a guy lies, the ragged uniform displaying all the fatigue under the light from the flashlights. His eyes are red, showing signs of a possible psychosis. Ocassional twitching can be seen. The guy attempts to reach out for his handgun but is stopped. The team leader speaks out:

- "Team Alpha to Crossroads, Zone November is declared as Whiskey Delta free, I say again... Got ourselves a possible survivor, not turned. No signs of troublemaker activitiy. Survivor possibly had gone insane from trauma, requesting Succint Steak support in here. Awaiting further orders regarding Zone November future status, over."

The survivor later on kept muttering some incomprehensible words on the gurney to the MEDEVAC humvee. One of the members of Team Alpha recalls him saying something like 'bee-dee' repeatedly. No further incidents were reported.

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Kark-Jocke
Kark-Jocke

A big part of the Internet is competition, people who will be better than others. And that will create very large conflicts and quarrels on the internet that will go on the people that won't be a part of it.

But where there is negative will there always be some positive.
Just depends on how you look at it, and Happy late Easter to you too.

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Kark-Jocke
Kark-Jocke

So tell me OminousSpudd, what do you like about this website the most?

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Baron Brosephus
Baron Brosephus

My apologies for a late Happy New Year! 祝你新年愉快!

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3rdShockArmy
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Merry Christmas and happy New Year, brother. Sorry about such a late reply. Was away for some time and I had a lot of things to do. Anyway, all the best to you, your family and loved ones and to all your and my friends here. Cheers, people!

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Kark-Jocke
Kark-Jocke

✮✬✯ Happy New Year 2016! OminousSpudd ( Moddb.com ) ✯✬✮

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