Tuesday, February 10, 2009,
Think tank
50 metres left!, Frank told himself in his mind as he saw the helicopter in the distance.
Despite that, his legs were already slowing down. He'd used up almost every ounce of energy in his body running and carrying his heavy gear. His whole body was sweating as he kept on running, dodging bullets and jumping over bodies and debris on the ground.
"Come on! You can make it!" the helicopter gunner shouted on the radio.
He saw the gunner firing his chain gun, giving him covering fire as he made his way to the helicopter.
Then he looked back and saw a couple of dozen angry private military contractors firing at him with assorted weapons along with a .50 caliber machine firing from the armored jeep behind them.
They really, really wanted to kill him.
He turned away and focused on getting on the helicopter, putting his mind and body to it. He was almost there and so close and that was what made him even more scared. At times like this is when total fear kicks in as there's a chance that your extraction will be successful or you end up in a body bag like the rest of the dead guys.
He didn't want to end up like the last one.
He jumped over a small stone pillar near a fountain, bullets ricocheting right behind him obliterating the fountain he passed by to pieces.
20 metres! He said to himself.
Suddenly, pain engulfed both his legs and he started to slow down and dropped to the ground legs first.
He realized he'd been hit in the legs.
Even still, he started to slowly crawl proned to the helicopter, not showing signs of giving up.
10 metres!, He was so close now!
One of the gunners jumped out of the helo and ran to his position and started dragging him to the helicopter, leaving a scraggly trail of blood from Frank's legs.
I'm gonna make it!, Frank was overjoyed.
A loud metallic explosion was heard and he couldn't believe his eyes what was happening next.
In a glimpse of a second, he saw a projectile zoomed a few metres past him.
The helicopter exploded in a huge fiery blast that engulfed the gunner dragging him to it, killing him instantly.
He laid there in disbelieve as the burned body of the gunner dropped next to him along with pieces of shrapnel and parts from the exploded helicopter. He then realized something.
He was going to die.
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Okay! Preview end!
That's one of the other stories I'm working on now. Can't seem to make up my mind now. Loads of stuff i wanna type out and these are only the introduction sequences including the one in the last post. Right now, I'm just testing out ideas and some experiments I'm trying in my writing but unfortunately, a couple of things are bogging down the things i wanna do in this blog.
For the past 2 days I've been having this son of a bitch of a headache and stomachache that i can't even go out.
What a bummer.
Must be something I ate.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Anywaaaaaaaaaay, I think I'll end this post here.
Au revoir!
And oh yeahhhhhhhh!:
PIC OF THE DAY!
11:47 PM
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