Hill 73 - The battle continues

"Freex, m'boy, it's all up to you." said Schumax, the Curnel. "Grab the plasma projector and go glock that nigger out!"

"Yes, suh!" Fred said loyally, and then the entire company ducked as a 50,000lb Federal Megabomb slammed against the side of the hill. Fred wrapped his dirty, sweaty fingers around the barrel of his Neutronium Plasma Pulse Projector, Series 108Z. Gritting his teeth, he slid down the ridge, as assualt cannon bullets kicked up the dirt around him. "Dammit dammit dammit" Fred swore quietly as he raced across the blasted landscape littered with mutilated bodies. The wounded shrieked and begged for mercy, those hit by the Bio weapons already mutating and decomposing, their cries like the groaning of rabid animals. Fred raced onto the side of the hill and slammed down into the dirt, already turned into a gooey mud by the copious amounts of blood and other bodily fluids that flowed and squirted like a fountain. Fred took careful aim at the southern ridge from whence the Federal artillery team was dug in like ticks into the living, tortured flesh of the hillside. BLAP! The plasma projector buckled in Fred's hands and sent a glowing, crackling ball of death at the hill. Fred knew he might not get another shot as the projector recharged, so he slid down the slope when he heard the awful CRRACKLE of the plasma blast shaving away the top of the ridge, and the doomed screams of the Federal soldiers. Fred kept rolling until he splashed into an odd goo.

1. He screamed as he realized he had rolled into a grotesque, mutilated pile of corpses, charred and bloated beyond recognition.

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