Post by Commissar on Feb 2, 2007 1:59:32 GMT -5
A small outpost, on a zombie world.
This place is like a small town, surrounded in heavy, fortified walls and minefields, the officers actually get to eat the better food that comes int he shipments, we mainly get these small rations or whatever comes out of the kitchen which seems like it might kill you if you eat it, once we had soup so thick that your spoon could stand in it at any angle you set it at.
The environment outside of these walls are strange, I hate going out on patrol.
We need to go through the minefield using maps and then when we actually do get out of the perimeter we're stuck out in the sick green fog that accumulates on this damned planet.
The base atleast has clean are, well it seems fresher than whats out here.
The zombies on this planet are constantly on the hunt for fresh meat, which is essentially us, or the white shields that get sent here every few months.
Our sleeping quarters are small and cramped, except for the officers' quarters which are considerably bigger.
Every so often the zombies seem to find us at this outpost, they usually get caught in the minefield but when recon finds a large gathering of them out in the fields outside of the perimeter we usually have to go out and cleans the area.
The conscripts get sent out and usually due to poor leadership by the officers on this planet.
Half of the time the white shields never return, and when they do its usually as one of the undead creatures.
The commissars usually execute the white-shield corporals that return out of cowardice.
Our one Leman Russ is rarely used unless of a massive attack from the undead, we have also heard of nomads that live on this world that are not undead but are rather heretic cannibals that were once citizens of the empire on this world.
Only the scouts have seen them, or reported them.
The wandering zombies that stray away from their usual accumulative groups are good target practice for our snipers.
The zombies have only breached our walls once and it was all because of a whiteshield who thought he saw some fellow guardsmen, they were really what was left of one of the patrols that were sent out.
He opened the gate while he was on sentry duty, obviously he didnt know they were those creatures and in an instant they were in the base.
We were in the mess hall too, it was dinner time and it seemed it was for the zombies too as they were free to roam through the compound, it was a while before anybody heared the screams from the sentries but even then nobody thought anything of it.
Then the alarm was raised, everybody got up from the large tables and the officers ran outside of the hall followed by the commissars.
The base was swarming with blood-drenched zombies.
Intestines were strewn across the base from the fallen sentries, a surviving sentry ran up to the officers, screaming obviously suffering from a bite wound on his arm.
The man would soon become one of the flesh craving monsters, the commissar pulled out his bolt pistol and blew the mans brains out all over the side of the building.
The other soldiers grabbed their lasguns while I picked up my sniper rifle, the zombies heard the shot from the bolter coming from the center of the base.
Soon the whole area around the hall was surrounded by undead creatures, not men anymore, but beasts, there was even my former friend in the horde.
I shot him first, spattering his brains over the zombies around him.
A soldier next to me carrying a flamer burnt a crowd of them, they screamed with an almost beast like voice.
A sergeant tried to be a hero and wipe out a lot of them by grabbing an autogun and setting the rifle on rapid fire, he got too close and was torn apart.
We fixed bayonets and prepared to kill the last straggling zombies, the tank crew jumped into the leman russ and started firing at the larger pockets of undead creatures.
As we ran into the fray of zombies hold up in one of the bunkers, my bayonet fell off the end of my rifle and a zombie bit me in the throat, my comrades faught on and I got up long enough to see that the base was safe and defended but when I turned my head I was looking down the barrel of a commissars pistol.
Then all I saw was black as he pulled the trigger and I felt all thought go away.
The End
This place is like a small town, surrounded in heavy, fortified walls and minefields, the officers actually get to eat the better food that comes int he shipments, we mainly get these small rations or whatever comes out of the kitchen which seems like it might kill you if you eat it, once we had soup so thick that your spoon could stand in it at any angle you set it at.
The environment outside of these walls are strange, I hate going out on patrol.
We need to go through the minefield using maps and then when we actually do get out of the perimeter we're stuck out in the sick green fog that accumulates on this damned planet.
The base atleast has clean are, well it seems fresher than whats out here.
The zombies on this planet are constantly on the hunt for fresh meat, which is essentially us, or the white shields that get sent here every few months.
Our sleeping quarters are small and cramped, except for the officers' quarters which are considerably bigger.
Every so often the zombies seem to find us at this outpost, they usually get caught in the minefield but when recon finds a large gathering of them out in the fields outside of the perimeter we usually have to go out and cleans the area.
The conscripts get sent out and usually due to poor leadership by the officers on this planet.
Half of the time the white shields never return, and when they do its usually as one of the undead creatures.
The commissars usually execute the white-shield corporals that return out of cowardice.
Our one Leman Russ is rarely used unless of a massive attack from the undead, we have also heard of nomads that live on this world that are not undead but are rather heretic cannibals that were once citizens of the empire on this world.
Only the scouts have seen them, or reported them.
The wandering zombies that stray away from their usual accumulative groups are good target practice for our snipers.
The zombies have only breached our walls once and it was all because of a whiteshield who thought he saw some fellow guardsmen, they were really what was left of one of the patrols that were sent out.
He opened the gate while he was on sentry duty, obviously he didnt know they were those creatures and in an instant they were in the base.
We were in the mess hall too, it was dinner time and it seemed it was for the zombies too as they were free to roam through the compound, it was a while before anybody heared the screams from the sentries but even then nobody thought anything of it.
Then the alarm was raised, everybody got up from the large tables and the officers ran outside of the hall followed by the commissars.
The base was swarming with blood-drenched zombies.
Intestines were strewn across the base from the fallen sentries, a surviving sentry ran up to the officers, screaming obviously suffering from a bite wound on his arm.
The man would soon become one of the flesh craving monsters, the commissar pulled out his bolt pistol and blew the mans brains out all over the side of the building.
The other soldiers grabbed their lasguns while I picked up my sniper rifle, the zombies heard the shot from the bolter coming from the center of the base.
Soon the whole area around the hall was surrounded by undead creatures, not men anymore, but beasts, there was even my former friend in the horde.
I shot him first, spattering his brains over the zombies around him.
A soldier next to me carrying a flamer burnt a crowd of them, they screamed with an almost beast like voice.
A sergeant tried to be a hero and wipe out a lot of them by grabbing an autogun and setting the rifle on rapid fire, he got too close and was torn apart.
We fixed bayonets and prepared to kill the last straggling zombies, the tank crew jumped into the leman russ and started firing at the larger pockets of undead creatures.
As we ran into the fray of zombies hold up in one of the bunkers, my bayonet fell off the end of my rifle and a zombie bit me in the throat, my comrades faught on and I got up long enough to see that the base was safe and defended but when I turned my head I was looking down the barrel of a commissars pistol.
Then all I saw was black as he pulled the trigger and I felt all thought go away.
The End
