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OPERATION: CatsCraddle
OPERATION: CatsCraddle
(This is the mapper who made rd_catscraddle) letter count, 1226. Federal U.N.S.U, The United Nation's Specially UNIT, One of the largest, and Elite of the worlds alternative suppression service, had taken out every country to create a one world government. One of their enemies, is the Rugbeat clan, about 25% of the world's population is resisting the U.N.S.U, The Rugbeat clan has 9 necks, I am the 2nd. The 1st is the one who started the revolt before the U.N.S.U had created their global domination. As the 2nd neck, I organize the destruction of the U.N.S.U, as well as protecting the 1st neck. He hides in a small town in north Texas. The name of the town, is Catscraddle, Once a steel industry town, is now deserted. And he is trapped, with the endless army of once was the U.N.S.U opretives, they are all dead, And the 25% of the worlds population, are the survivors, anyone that is still alive from the "advanced human opretives" of the U.N.S.U. As the 2nd neck, I'm going to Catscraddle, to find the 1st neck, as well the the 3rd-9th necks that are coming. "Yo, Cole. We need a plan to find her". I walked over to the map overlay of the Undeclared town. "Radio transmissions had picked up a signal of where the 1st neck is". The 3rd neck, A.K.A, Adam, is the worlds top engineer, and has nothing to loose. "If that is where she is, then their is no hope, Catscraddle has been notified as the worlds populated of infected. The 4th neck, A.K.A, Tim was a U.N.S.U opretive that was not infected, he is the 2nd best shooter in the world. The 5th neck, A.K.A, John, has no experience of killing, but has been flying S.T.E.A.L.T.H fighter jets, since he was 18, he is the one that drives our APC's. "CatsCraddle is a couple hundred miles ahead. We might need more firepower since their are already tons of infected outside of our APC unit." The 6th and 8th neck are dead. ![]() The 7th neck, A.K.A, Mary is currently down, and is being treated at one of our highest medical centers we have to offer. The 9th neck, A.K.A, Ian, is our medic, He has know everything about a ambulance since he was 12. The next day, we arived, at an infected parking lot 200 meters away from target. "Opening doors in 5, 4, 3, 2,... Hold on, does anyone hear that?" As we waited for the door to open, slow, heavy, footsteps paced around our AP. "I can't see anything outside, just infected filthy....everyone..don't move, code 4-3a, On my command, Fire the RPG". The latch to the door, cranked open, when the door hit the earth, all that we could hear, was nothing, and anything but we could hear was anything. "O.K. Fire when he gets in range." I was the one with the rocket, Infected seemed to have ran off, I haven't seen, nor fought the tank before. All I heard was heavy breathing outside, everyone was on the closest edge away from the exit. On the right side of the APC unit, I saw its hand, as it slowly walked a couple feet away from all of us, the tank had turned around and ran towrds us. "FIRE" I aimed in half of a second, missing everything but the tank, and nothing but the super motified infected. The explosion let every infected in the city know that we were here to find the 1st neck. The tank had fallen, luckily, I hit the tank from behind to the explosion did not hit any of us. "Someone should go poke him, Cole, you killed him, you do the honors". He chuckled. I looked at him and said "Ian, Blow it out your ass.." "Alright everyone, Fallow me."-Tim was going to be the 1st to lead us. CatsCraddle was dark, as it was gloomy. A mild mist, barely letting me see the KiM.CO sign, where the 1st neck was currently hiding. John and Adam, stayed in the APC, For the only way for infected to get inside of it, was if another tank came along, the chances of that happening, was in my 10 years of the job, that tank I killed, was the first. I highly doubt that another one was in the same city. We all equipped ourselves with M5-12 guage's, M4-A1 rifles, Modified Mp5's and everyone had a USP CBBL, all guns equiped with flashlight and lazer targeting systems. "We don't have much time until they come back, lets go". "Hey, Cole, what if we don't make it". said Ian "If we don't, The world Will simply go down in flames." "HERE THEY COME"! I saw about 500 infected running to us on the right side of Hull&King Ave, and another about 400 come behind us on 3rd steeet. "Aye Guys!" Adam yelled out to us."I'll take care of them on the street, Go get the 1st neck!" He was on top of the APC, with the custom made, double barrel stand mini gun he created, taking out 10's of 50's of zombies in a matter of seconds. We were all trained to shoot anyone from about a 200 meter point stand. We had to deal with the zombies coming from Hull Ave. "GO GO GO , ABOUT 60 MORE METERS!" When we reached the door, A unseen infected was above us, on a apartment floor balcony. "LOOK UP!" Adam managed to hear Ian's call, and fired, pumping the airborne infected into the wall. When we got in, we noticed that their was a metal door, we locked it and advanced to where the radio transmission came from. We turned the corner, slowly, and to our sight, about 50-100 zombies in the main hallway. "They should have seen us by now, I think that this was the blind unit, from U.N.S.U failed training unit, on my command, kill them all." He pointed with 2 fingers to go forth, I jumped out, the only one with the auto-matic weapon for penetrating 5 heads at point-blank range, sprayed the horde, with copper coated candy, I forgot to put on the silencer, Every-single infected, heard me in the building. "5 on the stairway!" "6 coming from the basement!" "GET TO THE 3rd FLOOR!" We worked our way up the staircase, shooting zombies in our path, made it to where she was located. "room 55-3" We kicked the borded wall down, Noticing that no one was in the dark room ahead. We walked in and called out her name, no reply. Tim, the only one outside, remarked. "You find her yet?" A small figure, umerged from behind the couch. "Is that you?" "Please, don't shoot".- The 1st neck, A.K.A Brooke Mir, The daughter of the president of U.N.S.U, She started the revolt, of the Rugbeat clan. Once her father rushed to stop The Rugbeaters, Making experiments on his units, to make the have super human strength, Something went wrong, they changed completely. Hungry for flesh, and powerful they where, the first tank was born, fallowed by "the" infected army. At the age of 13, Brooke is the 1st best shooter in the world, knowing that she has been the 1st failed experiment, she wanted revenge on her father, dismantled the U.N.S.U, her superhuman powers make her the smartest live, human being on the planet. "Cmon, we are getting you out of here". As they made their way outside, the APC was waiting for them. In the broad of daylight, We came to a complete victory, recueing the leader of the rugbeat clan, and saving the world, for a while longer atleast. Last edited by War-torn; July 14th, 2008 at 01:59 AM.. |
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Pretty good, a bit of the Rambo effect going on though
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