Hill 73 - the battle goes on!

"I've got to get back to the Curnel and the others!" he said to himself. A gigawatt laser suddenly scythed the ground in front of him, leaving a sickly green trail and foul vapors. Gas-masked, black uniformed Federal troops were tromping through the fog of the battlefield toward him. They were still some feet away, so Fred reflexively aimed and fired his plasma projector.

"Take that, you damned sons of dog-bitches!" he shouted as the ball of plasma lit up the night, remnants of Federal soldiers taking to the air, hands waving, heads twisted in grimaces of agony under damaged gas masks. More bullets kicked up the dirt around Fred's feet - the fire was coming from yet another direction. It seemed the Federals were still advancing. Fred turned and ran, back towards the hill were his friends were still fighting. He sprinted up the slope and beheld a sickly sight - bioweaponry had saturated the hill, and his comrades were dead and dying, their torn bodies frothing and bubbling with carcinogenic mutogens.

"Run, Freex!" groaned Curnel's head, a few feet away, connected to his body by an inhumanly distended neck, covered in gigantic boils. "Run, or you'll die too!"

"NOOOOO!!!" Fred screamed, running over to the Curnel's head. "Suh, you cannot die! You must keep on fighting!"

"We've lost this hill." said Curnel. "May Jesus forgive our weakness. Run, Freex! Their infantry'll be here any second. Give me that plasma projector - I'll hold them off!"

Tears in his eyes, Fred handed Curnel the weapon, and the Curnel amazingly sat up, neck swaying. "I'll fight too, suh!" Fred said, unshouldering his assualt rifle.

"Don't be a danged fool!" said Curnel. "It's too late for me - you've got to help the others!"

1. "Suh, I won't leave you behind!" Fred said stubbornly.

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