Survival

[darkonxy]

great story well im working on one for kf but i dont know if its good or not
but this story follows the actions in 1.0 think of it is a briging gap to 2.0
warning people who havent beaten kf single player dont read it when it is posted
a huge spoiler at the beging

[Dr. Macon Dead]

dastard said:

A necessary part of any zombie eradication squad. Ya always need some bait.

uwasawaya said:

4.Blubber

[Grim]

haha, awesome adding there guys. Though, I like how I was just was thrown into their randomly....I didn't really mean my comment, I'm not known enough to be special , haha. Good story though. Keep updating.

[uwasawaya]

Actually Micah, it wasn't because of your comment, I had you on that list from the start. Gotta plan these things out ya know... figured I'd get some of the new recruits in, make 'em part of the story.

BTW, sorry Kyben, lol... first time I saw you around. Good to meet you though!

And Macon, I'm glad I impressed you! I apologize now to anyone about any inconsistencies with their characters, call it creative license. Won't make anyone a villain or anything though. Oh, and Macon, catch the little nod to the book?

[Abyx]

So far, you've seemed to capture everyone quite well, in my opinion.

[Dr. Macon Dead]

uwasawaya said:

Macon, catch the little nod to the book?

Right...the milk thing:p. Went right over my head until you pointed it out.

[Grim]

Haha, well. Hopefully I'll be playing more in the next few weeks, I just got my computer reformatted and I should have my connection problem fixed soon.

[uwasawaya]

They sat with the rest of Macon's team, side by side. On Wolf's other side sat the shotgunner from the toy store. Across from him sat Abyx and the female soldier. Wolf smiled nervously. Abyx cleared his throat.

"Wolf, I'd like you to meet Butcher, Lara and Soul of Alpha squad," he introduced.

Wolf shook hands with each in turn, exchanging greetings. Butcher grinned warmly. "Welcome to our humble abode. It isn't much, but it's better than being out there," he said. Wolf nodded. "You've got that much right," he agreed, eying his food.

Lara gestured to the tray. "Eat, you must be starving after all that. What have you been living on anyway?" she encouraged. He looked up at her with a shrug. "Candy bars, some old fruit and rain water," he replied. Wolf took a mouthful of food and happily chewed. He didn't think anything had ever tasted so good.

Butcher looked up at his teammates in turn. "Good thing we found you then. Eat though, we can talk enough for you, I promise," he said with a laugh. Wolf went at his food with a vengeance.

"So I suppose an explanation is in order," Abyx began. Wolf listened, but did not pause in his eating. "We're part of a group known as the DRF; the Disaster Response Force. Normally it would've been a group of soldiers responding to dangerous situations following a natural disaster, such as rioting, civil unrest, etc... but things have led to a more improvised use for us. The drafting of volunteers wasn't part of the plan either, but this whole thing isn't normal," he explained. "As I'm sure you noticed, we operate in squads of six, and larger operations will call for a unit of three squads under one officer. We haven't had many needs for operations that large yet, mostly because larger groups tend to be noticed faster," he finished.

Soul finished first and leaned back with a yawn. "So, Wolf, Abyx told us you were a survivor of the U.S. invasion. How did you get out of that? Has to be a hell of a story," he asked good naturedly. Wolf stopped in mid-bite for a moment, then chewed a bit and swallowed before answering, his voice flat. "I just got lucky, that's all. There weren't a lot of them that I ran into, so getting to safety was easy enough," he explained.

Soul nodded. "Don't mean to pry, but do you have any family... or maybe friends waiting for you somewhere?" he asked gently. Butcher and Abyx glanced at him, and then to their guest. Wolf set his fork onto his tray and stood up slowly.

"No, no one made it out of there. Thanks for lunch guys, I need to get some rest," he said firmly, and walked away before anyone could reply.

Lara looked at the rest worriedly. Macon sighed. "He'll talk more when he feels ready... no one got through this unhurt, I'm sure he's no different," he pointed out.

"Think he'll stay with us?" Lara asked aloud. "We could use the help, that's for sure."

Abyx finished eating and shrugged calmly. "I doubt it. He has a choice. I can't imagine he'd want to go back out there now," he said. "Besides, I think he's been through a lot worse then he's letting on. I can't blame him," he finished. He stood and collected his tray. The rest quietly finished eating.

- - -

"Oh my God! Get off! GET OOOOOFF! No! Don't leave me!"

"It burns... god it fucking burns... how bad is it? Be honest..."

"The window! They're coming through the win-"

"HELP ME!"

Wolf shot up out of bed, his bare torso covered in cold sweat. His heart pounded in his chest like a jackhammer. Visions of the dream faded slowly as he realized where he was. It didn't quiet the echoing of his friends' screams. His body shook as he sobbed into his hands.

After collecting himself with some deep breaths, he glanced around and at the bedside clock. Bright blue digits silently shouted 10:34 into the darkness of the room.

I shouldn't have gone to bed so early, he thought to himself.

He flipped his sweat soaked pillow and lay back down for awhile, trying to will his heart to stop racing. He wondered if he would ever be able to sleep peacefully again.

After laying for awhile, he decided he wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon and grudgingly slid from his bed. He pulled on a loose fitting shirt he had tossed on the nightstand before crawling into bed, and made his way out of the room. The base was silent as a tomb.

Wolf wandered downstairs, exploring quietly for awhile. He exited the barracks, passing two guards who patrolled the eerily quiet grounds.

Wandering from walkway to walkway, he let his mind wander to the recent events he had experienced and people he'd met. He wondered what he would be doing right now if the world hadn't gone to hell.

A popping sound woke him from his daydreams, and it took him a second to realize it was gunfire. It came in sharp bursts, and sounded unhurried or panicked. Following the sound, he came to a long, low building marked 'Range'. Introspection replaced by curiosity, he slid open the door and entered.

The interior was a rusty, fluorescent shack with a number of stalls for the practicing of firearm skills. Some were set up for prone fire, some for close range, and many in between. Lockers, cabinets and closets dotted the back of the room. A single soldier stood statue still, a European bull-pup style assault rifle cradled against his shoulder, attention focused downrange. He would fire off a burst in perfect rhythm, leaving half a second between shots to absorb the recoil. In a perfectly practiced motion he ejected the clip, replaced it, slapped it, cocked the weapon and placed it on the shelf in front of him, facing away from him.

"Couldn't sleep huh?" Abyx asked, then looked his way. Wolf walked to him looking around. "I didn't think you heard me come in," the newcomer admitted.

Abyx shrugged. "You learn to notice little things. If you let yourself get too focused, get tunnel-visioned, you can get killed pretty quick," he explained. He picked up the rifle and engaged the safety.

Wolf nodded slowly. "You seem to know your stuff for a volunteer," he remarked. Abyx shrugged again. "Just takes practice," he stated, and then without ceremony handed the rifle to Wolf.

The curious survivor stared at the gun a moment, then looked at Abyx. "What do you want me to do with it?" he asked. "Shoot it," came the reply, "It'll make you feel better, I promise."

After a moment Wolf took the gun. It was heavier then it looked, but not uncomfortably so. Careful to keep it pointed away from them, he examined it carefully and then stepped into the closest stall and brought it up to his shoulder. Abyx adjusted his arms a bit, helping to distribute the weight, and showed him how to hold it against his shoulder firmly.

"Flick the safety off on the side there. Now take a breath, don't hold it though. You need to remember to breathe in combat. Now squeeze the trigger, don't jerk it," the soldier instructed. Wolf braced himself and let off a burst. The kick wasn't nearly as bad as he expected, and a small line of three holes appeared on the wall just past the target.

"Not bad. Just relax. Keep both eyes open, use your right one to look through the reflex scope here. Just let your eyes place that dot on the target and try again," Abyx corrected.

Wolf squeezed the trigger once again, and this time the rounds struck the target in the torso. He smiled a bit in spite of himself. Abyx nodded encouragingly. "Keep trying, we have plenty of ammo."

The next couple of hours they worked together, Wolf trying to relax more, Abyx giving hints, tips and telling stories of his sharpshooter training at the base. When Wolf finally placed the weapon down, he had fired off a dozen clips, and his aim had improved considerably. He could reliably hit any part of the target without much error.

"Now don't get cocky, it's easy to hit a stationary target now, but it doesn't mean much when it's not trying to kill you. You can't anticipate the stress or chaos that hits you when you're out there," Abyx advised. "Feel better?" he asked.

Wolf nodded, taking a deep breath and releasing it. "Much... you were right. It's hard to think about my problems when I'm focused like that. Thank you," he said with a smile.

Abyx nodded. "Not a problem, glad I could help. I don't mean to pry, but do you know what you're going to do now?" The young DRF asked.

Wolf looked at him. "I know you guys probably want me to volunteer... but I can't... I can't go back out there again. Not after all of that," he said sadly, looking away. Abyx put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's fine with me. Not my place to force you to risk your life again. I just want you to know that we don't do this for us though... Someone has to fight out there. People are depending on us. Think it over, alright?" he suggested.

Wolf nodded. "Alright, but I can't promise anything..." he replied. Abyx picked up the weapon and placed it in a locker full of similar guns, along with the empty clips. He looked at Wolf. "Just do what you need to do. Meanwhile, this'll be in the locker, if you need to blow off some steam again. Just be careful," he said. "Good night Wolf, hope you sleep better," he finished, heading out of the building.

Wolf watched him walk away, staying behind a few minutes. "Thanks, Abyx," he said to the empty range.

[uwasawaya]

Woo, Double Post Combo! Just wanted to separate this from the story. Sorry it's taking so long to do, I'm motivated, just not given a lot of time... lol. Hope everyone is enjoying it so far though. If anyone has any suggestions, criticism, complaints or anything, please, please say something. This is for you guys, after all.

[Dr. Macon Dead]

What can I say? Another excellent chapther; there really isn't anything I'd change.

Well, ok, that's a lie. I think the story needs a little bit more cowbell.

[Abyx]

Awesome stuff. Keep it comin'!

[Grim]

Like literally a cowbell? That might make the story odd.....Some one playing with a cowbell.....

Good ol' Chapta' der!

[Dr. Macon Dead]

Probably should have posted this too.

[Grim]

Yeah, that would of made more sense if I saw that first.....

[uwasawaya]

LOL, god I love that skit... much as I don't like Will Farrell, that was awesome... I knew someone would ask about it at some point too... who knows? Maybe it'll show up... on a fleshpound!

...yeah.