Author Topic: GroundWater - The Summer Raids  (Read 7471 times)

Bailey began walking toward his prey, an eventually reached his destination.  A pool of blood had grown around the horse, which was twitching on the ground.  Bailey hopped over the corpse of the rider, and began to beat the horse's head in with the butt of his rifle, until it no longer twitched.  It simply lay there, either dead, or too afraid to move.  Bailey proceeded to take his M9 Bayonet out of its holster, and cut the straps that secured the hard cases to the harness across the horse's back.  He dragged both hard cases away, then checked the pouches and bags further along the horse's back.  There were things such as old canned foods and snacks.  Quite the haul, Ashton thought to himself, as he dug into a can of chicken noodle soup.

As Alex trudged tiredly through the wastes she heard a shot ring out. Crouching, she looked into the distance to see a poor pony express rider fall after being shot. "stuff.." Alex said as she laid down to prevent being seen by the ruthless killer.
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Bailey finishes his meal, throwing the can away and crawling toward the two hard cases.  He opens one, inside and R700.  Bailey smiled, taking the rifle and placing it aside, he then lifted the foam, underneath, three boxes of .308 Winchester cartridges, 30 rounds each.  He took the boxes, and placed them in his M.A.P. pack.

Intense saddle sores gained from riding days before force Matthew to dismount and take rest. Without hesitation he reaches for the water canteen and screws the cap open, only to find it completely empty. Seems I'll be arriving not a moment too soon, then. Just a few miles away lies safe zone Hotel, the fourth stop in his journey back to Four Corners. Not wanting to waste any more time, Matthew quickly inspects the saddlebags, climbs up on his horse, and resumes travelling.

After sorting out space in his pack, Bailey quickly proceeded to open the next hard case.  Inside, a Barret M468*.  A rarity, indeed, though of no use to Ashton.  Stick to what you're used to, right?  He left the rifle in its hard case, standing up and taking a good look around.  No one in sight for miles.  He did a once over of the dead horse, shuffling through the various contents.  Miscellaneous objects of no value to him, as well.  He continued on his journey, northward.

I fell asleep on the job for a moment, but then end up falling out of my chair and waking up with a jolt. I scramble to get up before anyone notices, and spot somebody on a horse. "Finally, something to ease me of my boredom." I mutter, hiding nearby.

Once the murderer was out of her sight, Alex did a weird fast walk over to the victim and checked his vitals. Yeah he was dead. She began picking through what the other man hadn't picked from the horse's various saddle bags.

"Hello."
that was to Alex.


Sorry, I honestly expected to be able to get into this but I kind of can't so I'm just going to drop out.

After waiting for an hour, I poked my head out to see if there was anything there anymore. Nope, nothing. Was I seeing things? Couldn't be, I'm not insane! Suddenly, footsteps very close behind me. "Your shift is over. Get out of here." commanded the man behind me. "Why?" I asked. "Because the important things we were doing are over with. You're not a threat to them anymore." he answered. Threat. That word drove me insane. If anybody, the people in this camp were a threat! I felt around on the ground for a blunt object, and found that rock I was toying with earlier. I clenched it in my fist, whipped around, and nailed the man in the side of the head. Some spit exploded out of his mouth as he fell. I hesitated, then I realized what I had done. I dropped the rock and sprinted out of the camp and off into the distance.

Yeah thought there would be more interest in this. Maybe I can restart it this summer?

As Bailey walks, he sees over the horizon Safe Zone Hotel, his previous squad's objective before it was attacked by Barbarians.  He spots a man running quickly toward the East.  He furrowed his brow, picking up his monocular and eyeing the man, examining his every movement, how he went about it, his equipment and clothing.  He didn't recognize him from any of the briefings or dossiers, but he began trekking to the East to intercept the man.
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I glanced around to see if I was being followed, and due to my very quick glance, I didn't see anything, but I knew there was something there. I slowed down my running a bit to avoid randomly collapsing and dying, but I still had to keep a brisk enough pace to not get caught by anybody that witnessed my attacks towards humanity, even if they deserved it.