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“Good mourning Corporal Shephard, wake up. I must say my…employersss have not been…enthuse-iastic about me…detaining you Mr. Shephard, and I fear that they may be happy with the…assignment that I am sending you on. Good luck Corporal, you’ll need all you can get.”
Adrian opened his eyes as the headache subsided. A look around showed that he was in a helicopter, an open one. The sun was rising outside; a red sun. Adrian got the joke, though he didn’t appreciate it being played on him. He slowly rose, on a pair of stiff legs, and staggered towards the open door of his non-volitional transport. What appeared to be a ruined forest lay below, rotting. He occasionally glimpsed at life through the festering mess, though nothing he could identify. In the distance he saw a silhouette of something gigantic and vaguely familiar. Seemingly nothing Earthly.
With a sigh Adrian turned his head. There was a large town, or a small city, up ahead. The one building significant looking to catch his eye was what he assumed to be the town hack. The town was walled off completely, all towers manned, some guards shooting down at something below. As, what must have been, the destination grew closer, a man was shot off the wall by what seemed to be an absurdly large bullet and he realised what they were…and realised he had no name for them, despite having as many encounters as he would have liked and more with the lizards. As the helicopter passed over the wall Adrian could see what lay behind; a military encampment, seemingly stretching right around the wall. Then the helicopter started the decent.
“So, you must be that specialist…”
My first piece of writing not for school ever! \o/
I know some of you may feel that the g-man is out of character but meh
I used volitional in the right context didn’t I?
Adrian opened his eyes as the headache subsided. A look around showed that he was in a helicopter, an open one. The sun was rising outside; a red sun. Adrian got the joke, though he didn’t appreciate it being played on him. He slowly rose, on a pair of stiff legs, and staggered towards the open door of his non-volitional transport. What appeared to be a ruined forest lay below, rotting. He occasionally glimpsed at life through the festering mess, though nothing he could identify. In the distance he saw a silhouette of something gigantic and vaguely familiar. Seemingly nothing Earthly.
With a sigh Adrian turned his head. There was a large town, or a small city, up ahead. The one building significant looking to catch his eye was what he assumed to be the town hack. The town was walled off completely, all towers manned, some guards shooting down at something below. As, what must have been, the destination grew closer, a man was shot off the wall by what seemed to be an absurdly large bullet and he realised what they were…and realised he had no name for them, despite having as many encounters as he would have liked and more with the lizards. As the helicopter passed over the wall Adrian could see what lay behind; a military encampment, seemingly stretching right around the wall. Then the helicopter started the decent.
“So, you must be that specialist…”
My first piece of writing not for school ever! \o/
I know some of you may feel that the g-man is out of character but meh
I used volitional in the right context didn’t I?
