Ch1

*static* red 4, you have a go *mike cutoff*


A rustle of cloth as the figure sits up, bloodshot eyes, a brilliant blue, open



*Static* Base, this is Red 4, we have eyes on on the entrance *cutoff*


A deathly smile comes over the figure, the skin stretched tight over its skull creating a picture of death smiling


*Static* We are breaching the door *Cutoff*


The door explodes inwards, and 4 S. Op. Units step in, m27's held ready, scanning the room. The figure is gone.


*static* Base, this is Red 4, the target is not here, repeat, the target is no-*the mike goes dead*



Screams echo from the room, and the rattle of guns on full auto, bullets tearing through the walls and into the silent night.




The figure crouches over the dead S. Op. soldier, head bent over its neck, and slurping sounds come from it. It stands up and wipes a hand across its mouth, again that deathly smile, but two fangs now decorate that grimace of death.



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CH 2


The vampire strides from the room it had previously inhabited, the old rickety door flying off its hinges as he kicked it. He strode into the hallway, and a flashlight shone upon him "OPEN FIRE!" the 12 S. Op. units outside blasted away, an m60 present, tearing the wall and room to shreds in an instant, but no bullet hits flesh.


A laugh emits from the vampire as he dances among the bullets, getting closer to the Op teams, he grins as he slips 3 knives from his belt, a barely perceptiable blurr as he rockets all 3 into throats, the m60 goes silent, as well as the gunfire.



5 minutes later a man strides from the now destroyed warehouse, a man in regulation special operations armor, m27 slung over his shoulder "Mission success" he says, to the 60 or so more S. Op. teams waiting outside. While they cheer and celebrate he slips among them, just one more in the crowd as he exits down a back alley, rubbish and corpses and dead things decorating it, as he tears the helmit off and flings it side, the face like death lit in a mocking smile as he glances back at the humans, one of the few extermination teams brave, or stupid, enough to enter the wasteland.



He exits the alley a few minutes later, a black shirt and bluejean jacket adorn him, as well as black jeans and combat boots, which he favors. He walks past the desolated nuclear zone, overturned trucks on fire, bodies and corpses hung everywhere, and everywhere, the smell of death and the screams of the not yet dead.

As he walks past, he notices a signpost "Welcome to New York" he shrugs and keeps walking, into the desert wasteland, there is a score to settle with someone, out there, where creatures both worse and better than he inhabit, and wait.

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More later.

32 Years Ago.



Tensions in the world were rising rapidly, with China having dominated the entire European continent, save Russia and England, The world was divided into two parties. China, and everyone else. Eventually nukes were launched, worldwide. Its estimated that close to 2 thousand nuclear missiles were launched from China alone. After the detonations, civilization as the world knew it was scrap. The world civilization did not know. The underground, home to werewolves, vampires, and all manners of "Make beleive" characters saw their chance, and took it. MOving into the radioactive world to stake their clame of the wasteland. Only a few countries survived the devistation. Australia, northern canada, isolated areas in Russia, underground chinese complexes, and parts of the U.S.

With the emergence of these new menaces, they managed a temporary truce. Pooling resources into aquiring decent weapons and armor to combat these supernatural predators, the world is now hell, and the dead walk the earth in abudance, a side effect of a chinese prototype nuke, mixed with a compound that is yet unknown, re-animates dead cells. Vampires, Zombies, Werewolves, Humans. The world is gone, but the remaining will rule over the ashes.



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The vampire, clad in ripped bluejeans, and a midnight black tanktop (newly aquired) made his way out of newyork, his booted feet trodding softly upon the hardpacked dirt, while gunfire erupted in the city behind him, and wolves howled in the night.


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Kreesh tore his claws through a zombie soldiers guts, taking out its ribcage and half its spinal colum and dropping it to the floor. He let out a howl, as the still living Spec. Op. teams opened fire, catching him full in the chest with atleast 20 rounds of solid slug shotgun ammo, and blowing him through the weakend brick building behind him.

"Blue two, wolf is down, move in to check the body." "Roger that command, moving in" the soldier moved cautiously foward, remington held at the ready, ripped outfit and bloodsplatterd boots marking him out as having an encounter with the more abundant recently dead. He kicked aside a brick, glimpsing the tearing fangs for a second, before his scream was cut off, along with his face.


Kreesh, the hole in his chest allready closing, visibly, leapt from the rubble, catching the remaining 4 soldiers completely off guard. They died in hails of gunfire and gut wrenching screams.



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2 hours later, Kreesh, on hands and knee's, sniffed at the "Welcome to New York" sign, with a howl he took off, after the scent of Vampire.

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More Later....comments crit, etc welcome.

A very cool story.