LOL president's name is mcharold, nice MGS story line, GJ keep it up, awesome story, ooh well g2g smoke some

THATS WERE THATS FROM!!! oh! I couldnt think of a name for pres so as usual I pulled somthing out of my ass,I knew AI heard that name somewere before LOL..anwyway Imm get back to writing prt.7 and playing BB! oh and SVen co-op RECO map for good measure..jsut DLed it LOL fun map though later all!

* clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap* nice story man this is one of teh best stories evr!

i love it....i am working on a story but it isnt as good as this,hmm i need to post it soon.

Operation Necropolis prt.7

The blackhawk helicopters flew above the column of tanks,hummers,and cargo trucks,all full of soldiers from the fort.Like two angels the remaining choppers flew ahead and used there powerful miniguns to clear a path through any debris and wreckage,or any infected. Inside the first chopper was alpha squad and their "top priority package" they were to guard her until the president
could come planetside and pick up his last remaining familymember.The subject in question was very quiet,she seemed overwhelmed,in truth she was awed to be alive,she could still remember the last stand of her secret service men.They had all died for her,all thirteen of them,maybe the number really was unlucky.

Andrew checked his weapons,they didnt have time to land they had immedietly caught up with the convoy,they hadnt time to restock ammo.He was down to half a clip left.His revovler was still full.He surveyed the convoy down below,they were doing good they were forty-five miles into a fifty mile trip and they had only lost one vehicle,even managed to pick up a couple of survivors.
Suddenly he could see the base it was about five miles away,yet even from this distance he could make out the soldiers scrambing along the walls,a drill perhaps? He would know when they landed in about three minutes.

The chopper arrived two minutes before the convoy,landing on a helicopter pad within the base grounds. A man stepped up to greet them.
"well you must be the famed alpha squad! great job with the presidents daughter!" to Karen:" Welcome to Fort.McGarland please ma'am make your self at home,your father is going to pick you up in two weeks."
"He dont mean you slackers!" Sgt.Hanks roared
"get yer damn,dirty hides into a shower double time!"
"Sir,yes,sir!"

Andrew woke up sweating.He could remember the chopper touching down, and him gettign a shower,but he couldnt remember anything else,he could remember the vivid nightmares however. He sat up and noticed he was the only one in there.He quickley got dressed and went outside.He could see soldiers milling about,damn! it was almost midday judging by the sun's position in the sky.He went in search of either Garnett or Hanks. Suddenly he heard the familair zip of an M16.He heard a soldier scream and saw him start firing over the wall at somthing.The alarms sounded,their insistant blair filling the air.He ran up to the soldier and looked over the wall.
"oh my go-"
Several other soldiers joined him at the wall,they could see zombies as far as the eye could see.One of the soldiers smiled at his reaction.He handed Hopkins a M90 Benelli tactical shotgun,then he pointed to the four artillary units sitting in the back of the base.Hopkins smiled and accepted the box of shells the soldier handed him.

End of prt.7

very good

Hi all its been a LOOOOONG time not that any of you care...but im going to continue this story if yur a noob and havnt read it...PLZ DO! I always want feed back. Im working on the next section soon. so lata all!

*CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!!!*
"oh god they have breached c section!"
*WAPOOM!*
Automatic weapon's fire filled the air, the screams of the dying and the artillary sounded a chorus to the main tune.

Pvt.Hokins reloaded his last 8 shells into the shotgun. The M90Benelli roared its own response to an infected's call for food.

Sgt.Hanks cackled as he dragged a wounded marine into a med tent.
"Damnit marine! dont throw grenades so close to yourself!"
"It wasnt a grenade it was one of them..."
His voice sounded raspy,suddenly he lunged forward trying to bite into Hanks,Hanks acted quickley throwing himself away from the marine-turned-zombie's bite.
He drew his side arm.
The snap of a beretta reached his ears. A second later the zombie fell,the hole between his eyes excreting a dark red fluid.
No longer smiling Hanks unslung his Mp10 from his shoulder and went back to work.

Cpl.Garnett had gotten her hands on an M249 Squad automatic weapon.
She fired in controlled bursts.She was overlooking the main gates from the wall.The remainders of the horde who made it to the main gates fell like pilgrims to a holyshrine. The only difference was the blessing they recieved.

Lt. Andreson directed his squad, they cleaned up the last of the zombies that had made it into the base.
An Infected watched them he had lost his legs to one of the more vigilant marines. He crawled torwards the one in front,the nearest.One thought filled his head.
"food"
"SIR! LOOKOUT!!"
*CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACKACRACKCRACK!*
The zombie fell into the realm of lady death,no longer mocking her embrace.
"Damn that was close"
"No kidding."
That was the last of the invaders.The battle was finally over.
Pvt.Hopkins found Lt.Anderson and his squad talking with Garnett.He kept his distance.
Sgt.Hanks walked up.
"Hell of a battle eh?"
"yeah...uh Sarge?"
"yup"
"Dont mean to be nosey but,uh were Garnett and Anderson,uh you know "close"?"
Hanks let out a deep throaty laugh.
"They were engaged! This was before you were transfered to the squad,I was all set to be First Man and everything!"
"What went wrong?"
"Son,You ever had a girlfriend?"
"No, sir"
"Well lets just say they had different views on certain things,leave it at that,she's very touchy on the subject."
"yes,sir"

Andrew somehow made it into his bed in the barracks.At first he was wide awake how could he sleep? but then the sandman welcomed him into his realm............................

"C'mon Hopkins! there are still some of em left!"
Andrew gripped his 9mm Beretta and followed Pvt.Troy Williams up the stairs.
"Damn there is still some food left on that plate,you ok Hopkins?"
Andrew nodded,
"Im fine Troy"
Pvt.Williams clouded,dead eyes bored into him.
"Its not my fault!!! I swear its not my fault!!!"
Andrew woke up sobbing.His tears leaving small marks in his military-issued blanket.
Was it hsi fault? well yeah he hadnt been there! Sobs coursed through his body leaving him shaking. But the Sandman was not to be put off so easily. He slept.

He awoke and got ready.Leaving the barracks he walked the base walls looking out over the remains of the city,brooding.

This Will be a story one day

COMMENTS!!! Nikku and some others have read this before but I wan t feeback damnit!

you will all burn in hell someday for not telling me wether this is good or not! hah! oh and Nikku's story owns mine everys second of mine's pittifull exsistance so if you havnt read GET TO IT! its : Operation: Darklord or somthing like that. the scifi one. Huh? You want me to add another chapter? why? heh. ok.

Operation:Necropolis prt. 9
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"Well sir, what now?"
"Sarge. We continue repairs to the base. What you dont know is that Lt. Anderson's and your squads are the only ones that are operational.The rest of our people are civillians."
"Sir?!"
"I know son it looks bad..but Weve been getting a steady stream of radio messages from the UK."
"The UK sir? How is the rest of the world doing?"
Gen.Smith sat back in his chair. He was reaching his late sixties,and it showed, deep wrinkles covered his face,His hair was completely gray. This was a man who was famed for his quickpromotion through the ranks to general, it was rumored that earlier in his career he had survived thirty-five consecutive engagments. He looked at Sgt.Hanks.

"A Bit better the U.N. has been testing a new chemical, it destroys the infected,ripping the brain cells apart. It doesnt affect normal humans for some reason."
"Why havn't they released it stateside?"
"Because this "Anti-Toxin" is extremely hard to make they have "cleansed every part of the world but the U.S. and a few third-world countries"
"I see"
"As I was saying we have been chatting with some U.K. soldiers. They lost a platoon near D.C."
"What were they doing in D.C.? Sir?"
"They were called down to assist the National Guard in protecting the president,but they had chopper problems and arrived late.They managed to hold their own this entire time. The U.K. leaders lost contact with them a couple hours ago. Theyve requested help in contacting there men who had "vital information" no clue what the hell that means son. I said I'd send the best.So taht means your squad will fill Lt. Anderson's holes and go with him to D.C. we have a private jet to drop you off. Get your boys together your leaving in one hour. Dissmissed"
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The Jet sliced through the air, leaving twin trails of clouds in it's wake. The Soldiers aboard talked among themselves.

"Damn this is how to travel! no damn Chopper crashes here mano!"
"Shit cept we have to land in a fuckign airport loaded with tangos.."
"Well..."

"So Garnett you still single?"
"Anderson you know I am. You also know that if you say that again I will give that pretty face of yours a facelift taht puts those "Things" to shame."
"OOH! Hey LT. want some Ice for that burn?" One of Anderson's soldiers piped.

Lt.Anderson,Cpl. Garnett,Sgt.Hanks,Pvt.Hopkins,and one of Anderson's soldiers:Pvt. Coyle sat in the plush first class chairs.
"Hey whats with him?"
Coyle pointed to Hopkins who was calmly cleaning his sidearm and staring out the window, his lips set in a line, short cropped military hair shone from the overhead light,and casting a shadow over his features.

"Nothing son,jsut let him be."
"Ok..whatever.."
The truth was that Hopkins had the Sgt. worried he hadnt been acting the same since Williams had dissapeared. In fact Hopkins had lost all of his best buddies, Williams,Jacobs,Aiken,Makeroy and Gilliad.Hanks suspected that he was losing it. Maybe I should leave him on the plane? The brass would never know...

The conversation continued for another hour before everyone made their excuses and drifted off to sleep. Hopkins drifted out of his reverie and noticed the others all sleeping. He heard two soldiers in back making "Noises" He suspected it was that pretty communications girl he'd seen earlier.Her an one of the Anderson's boys. He sighed and let sleep overtake him. Williams and Aiken greeted him at the park, Jacobs met them holding his son. John. (John is one of them) Makeroy talked and talked (He had one of those things eating his ear before the end, a well placed 'nade.) Sleep and the nightmares consumed him.
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End of prt. 9

lol, i like urs. except that last paragraph doesn't really make sence with all the ( )'s.

It doesnt suck m8 - its good. The first post was a little rough but its gotten pretty good pretty fast.

Lots of dialogue is good, the clear descriptions, decent grammar and spelling and punctuation (though feel free to use commas etc more often, but thats not very critical) are all good points about your story. I liked the use of ( )s to sort of express Hopkin's subconcsious (y'know, his dreams remind him of what actually happened to his friends but the brackets seperate his realisations from the dream).

oh , so the last paragraph was a dream? I get it, Thanks

TheBlazeUk <---- that man is smart! heh. anyways I am workign on nextpart....but I jsut Dled HL2 and CS-Scource so it might be a couple o days... i will add it soon though! so dont worry! stay sexy all!