Point, Click, Survive. -5

1st Draft

It took two days through the jungles to get to this so called colony. It’s strange how much this one looks like a classic city in America, the streets and street signs all look the same. For some reason I expected them all to look different. In fact everything looked normal, familiar aside from it being a ghost town and overgrown with plant life is what makes is so unsettling.

“This is creepy boss” Artie said, our resident gunsmith. A unbelievably large man who had a penchant for large machine guns and ancient weapons. I feel like he would leave any battlefield a horror show. “This isn’t the sort of mission for only eight. We need more people and quite possibly bigger guns. If they cleared out this whole city we have a problem.”

“Stow that shit Art” Anna said with daggers for eyes. “We haven’t even looked around yet. Who knows what could have happened.” She pulled out the most up to date holomap and started trying to come up with a plan.

“We’re going to clear the whole city, there’s only thirty or so buildings so we can do it house to house. We go as far as we can each day before it gets dark and then we hold up over night. We don’t have Night vision so it’s a little too dangerous to be scouting without it. I think we should hit their armory by the 3rd day so we should be golden when that happens.”

She had a sound plan, but like most plans. It doesn’t turn out the way you want it to. We all only had enough food for 3 days or maybe more if we stretched it. The first building was an office building, the floors were covered with sand and mud. the ceiling was destroyed and hanging down and in places even touched the floor. The power still worked, and it was playing some sort of Korean version of a 1920’s music. It didn’t take away from the creepiness in the least.

We made it through the first floor and then up to the second, it was mostly untouched. The whole place was mostly untouched until we found some poor bastard in the office on the top floor. It looks like he was living there for a long time, he barricaded himself in and then at the end put one through his skull. Which is strange because he still had plenty of food and water.

“So what do you think? Should we camp here for the night?” Mohamed asked looking hopeful. He was our scout. A skinny kid no more than 25 who always was thankful for anything. He was always smiling even when it was the worst. He told us that he didn’t own shoes until he was 12 and didn’t stop eating out of the trash until he hit Ares. To him Ares was like paradise.