Post by nuclearstorm on Jun 15, 2012 19:33:50 GMT -5
Pyre set out on his first 'cleansing of the unclean' as he would call it.
He sneaked past the barrier, a simple task for someone who had outran the chinese government for so long. It was late, and the simple zombies were already assaulting the barrier as they often did. A few grenades to one side while moving through the bushes on the other side would make it easy.
Unfortunately, freedom had that covered. Although, covered is an exaggeration, it was but one freedom soldier. Pyre creeped around and up behind the man as he shot zombies from the bush, stuffing a grenade down his throat, almost to his stomach. Pyre then kicked the man away and walked past the barrier, the other freedom soldiers distracted by the zombies. He turned his head to watch the unclean soldier consumed by his purifying flame. The soldier exploded into a bloody mess and Pyre moved on, laughing quietly to himself.
He then approached the freedom HQ while staying in the bushes. He unpacked his multiple packs, much more than one would expect a man of his short stature to be able to carry. He stared at his cache, an ungodly amount of grenades, laughing maniacally. The unclean were about to be cleansed.
He prepared his grenades, laying them out for optimal throwing efficiency. The barrage began. Grenades flew over the walls, one by one, impacting and exploding randomly all over the base. Many rookies were taken out with the initial onslaught before they could reach cover. Pyre continued his insane laughter, increasing as he heard the screams of the unclean.
"Burn! Burn impure ones! Be cleansed by Pyre, the flame of the monolith!"
He continued to throw his stock of grenades, box after box. He would not stop until they unclean were purged or he was forced back by their unholy forces.
He sneaked past the barrier, a simple task for someone who had outran the chinese government for so long. It was late, and the simple zombies were already assaulting the barrier as they often did. A few grenades to one side while moving through the bushes on the other side would make it easy.
Unfortunately, freedom had that covered. Although, covered is an exaggeration, it was but one freedom soldier. Pyre creeped around and up behind the man as he shot zombies from the bush, stuffing a grenade down his throat, almost to his stomach. Pyre then kicked the man away and walked past the barrier, the other freedom soldiers distracted by the zombies. He turned his head to watch the unclean soldier consumed by his purifying flame. The soldier exploded into a bloody mess and Pyre moved on, laughing quietly to himself.
He then approached the freedom HQ while staying in the bushes. He unpacked his multiple packs, much more than one would expect a man of his short stature to be able to carry. He stared at his cache, an ungodly amount of grenades, laughing maniacally. The unclean were about to be cleansed.
He prepared his grenades, laying them out for optimal throwing efficiency. The barrage began. Grenades flew over the walls, one by one, impacting and exploding randomly all over the base. Many rookies were taken out with the initial onslaught before they could reach cover. Pyre continued his insane laughter, increasing as he heard the screams of the unclean.
"Burn! Burn impure ones! Be cleansed by Pyre, the flame of the monolith!"
He continued to throw his stock of grenades, box after box. He would not stop until they unclean were purged or he was forced back by their unholy forces.
