Board Thread:Forum Games/@comment-30517583-20170912105611/@comment-30517583-20170914084129

Hardc0reblaster wrote: Sacrifice the DB Shotgun recruit won't be useful anyways. Anyways I choose bulldozer ammo matters at this state. I will take care of the brutes while the crackshot dude headshots the edgar and normal zombies. We We will all dodge the brute clubs and elementals. Ok the edgar and 4 normal zombies are dead. RUN!!!! I buy fire ext incase since the others probably don't know how. I will buy pills if I haven't and also a flash to blind the brutes. Wingmaster survivor will distract the brutes and elms so I use flash then fire ext the elms. The crackshot dude kills the normal zombies now their dead it's just the brutes left. While the brutes are focused on killing wing dude I mow them down with M249 with R700 recruit headshotting the brutes. (He's probably gonna be the only one to survive) The four of you eye the moaning horde of zombies shambling towards you through the fog.

A crack resonates from beside you as the guy with the Remington takes a potshot at one of the zombies. You don't know whether the shot hit or not, but there's no way you're staying to find out.

"Let's go! Follow me!"

Your small unit follows you faithfully into the fog. You've been in this sector as a garrison trooper for at least a year, so you know your way around.

A small knot forms in your stomach and grows bigger and bigger as you continue to think about what excuse would justify the sacrifice of one of your men.

Suddenly, a club loops into the sky, and slams into the ground behind you, snapping you out of your reverie.

You glance behind you, and see one of your men hit the ground. Blood splatters the dirt around him.

"Shit! Private, over here."

You wave over your crack shot. From his backpack he takes out a Medkit. One look at the wound, and you can tell that he would only serve to slow you down if you bring him along.

His gun had clattered onto the ground, and rolls in front of you.

A Double-Barreled Shotgun.

You feel relief, and disgust at yourself at the same time. Relief as you have a reason to leave him behind, disgust at yourself for feeling relief for his now-certain death.

Blood and splintered bone cake the front of the recruit's jeans, and a dented can of Pills rolls in the dirt.

"Sir....Lea-Leave me behind. I'm a goner."

You can see tears now running freely down his face, but his eyes have a cold stare and retain a steely determination.

I've taught him well....

"Are you sure? We CAN make it to base with you." You lie blatantly to his face.

"Sir! They're only a minute or two away! And those damn Edg-"

"Sir! You are HIS commander, you are responsible for your men! Every one should return to base, and none of us will die!"

The guy with the Wingmaster, your subordinate, speaks up. You recall that he is the DB's friend.

"Don't get into this! You need to live on!" The DB shouts at his friend.

"Sir! Go, Go, Go! I'll take them on and buy you some time!"

You pick up the DB and press it into his hands, and take the dented can of Pills and place it in his lap.

Then, you stand up, stand to attention, and do something you haven't done in ten years.

A salute to the people we look up to.

The DB gunner's features compose, and he smiles whimsically at you.

"See you after a lifetime, sir. Don't lose."

"Yes, I won't."

You turn your back at the DB gunner, and wave your hand at your two remaining men.

You can sense the intense, hateful glare of your subordinate, as well as the cold indifference of your crack shot.

Maybe that didn't work out after all....

You get the feeling that your unit is breaking apart around you, too fast, too suddenly.

Your Wingmaster User has lost trust in you.

Your Remington User remains indifferent.

Your DB user will die an almost certain death.

To be continued.....