SURVIVE: Part 5
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MemberCompsognathusJanuary 13, 20151401 Views12 RepliesPart 5
The Edge
5/12/2015, 1349 hours, Vardak Province, Afghanistan
The bodies of men, women, and children lay throughout the mosque; some still hunkered over in the position of prayer. Quills, some of which were nearly a foot long lay embedded in many of them. Others were covered in bite and claw marks. The blood had dried already, yet only a few of the bodies were beginning to bloat. This had been recent. However, the most shocking part was without a doubt the one body that lay in the center of the massacre. It had a long, stiff tail that was covered in quills, two powerful legs with a sickle shaped claw on each foot, and a vaguely reptilian head, full of dozens of small, sharp teeth. White and brown feathers covered most of its body, some of which were stained red with blood not just from the people around it, but also from multiple holes throughout its body.
“Who shot the, well, dinosaur,” asked Mule, observing the bullet holes in its feather and quill covered hide.
“No. We aren’t sure whom exactly, but whoever it had been wanted it dead. We found spent casings about were you’re standing. Seven-six-two by thirty-nine according to the labels. Big ass bullets.”
Krieger merely sat there, the conversations of his teammates barely audible to him. How could such a thing happen? Dinosaurs had been dead for millions of years. How could one simply show up in the middle of a town in Afghanistan and kill everyone? It just didn’t make sense.
“Are there more? The dinosaur I mean,” asked Reeder.
“We don’t know. We think they’re related to the birds though,” reported Hugo.
“Let’s get out of here. It reeks, and I don’t think Krieger can handle the death,” Said Thumper. “Boss isn’t taking this well. Nearly tripped over his own boot on the way here.”
“Yeah, we’re just across the road. The others are treating Clinton’s wounds as we speak.” Hugo started to leave and the others followed him, except Reeder.
“Dammit Kriegs, you’ve got to stop being so hard on yourself. There is literally nothing you could’ve done to save them. They died not because of what you did or didn’t do. They died because shit happens, and sometimes shit sucks. As rangers, our job is to make sure that when shit happens, someone pays for it. Not because we want to, but because we have to,” Reeder said.
Krieger swallowed. “As rangers, we also try to keep shit from happening,” he retorted.
“And you know what?” Began Reeder. “But sometimes, we can’t keep it from happening, so we hunt it down, and make sure it doesn’t strike again.”
“Tell me friend, do you really believe that?” asked Krieger.
“I have to. If I didn’t, I’d be just as fucked up as you. It’s what keeps me sane,” said Reeder. “Now come on, you’ve got a squad to lead.”
“You know, I think that’s just what I needed to hear,” said Krieger.
“Of course it was.”
The two rangers stood and left the building.
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Yeah... remember that time on like part three were i said it wouldn't get worse...
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