sorry for the wait. Life has gotten a bit busy since I started the new job. However, to show that I'm not dead, here's a short update
[It has begun. The largest American seaborne assault in History. Over two dozen heavy capital ships and carriers of the US Atlantic fleet have made their way to the Eastern coast of England. Security on information is maintained through the strictest channels, so much so that only intelligence officers could have access to it. Pulling a few strings through the few contacts I’ve had in the British government, Sir Archibald Campbell manages to find an opening for me to become enlisted as part of the Civilian arm of the Allied Intelligence corps, responsible for compiling information. Though this may place some restrictions on me in the future, it is a price I will be willing to pay to get closer to the truth. I interview Sergeant James Grayson, a former British Marine and the only known documented survivor thus far who has escaped from a Chimeran conversion centre.]
Our platoon was ambushed during the retreat from Venice. Although a bulk of the civilian refugees were trapped in Venice’s harbour, there were still hundreds of thousands of stragglers in the countryside, mostly those who gave up on any chance of escaping via the Adriatic. The entire countryside resembled a series of long ragged snakes, huge columns of refugees fleeing westwards and shedding off any excess baggage along the way. My platoon was caught up in one of these columns, and we saw it all, discarded luggages, tables, fine china, clothing, equipment, beer barrels, bicycles, even a grand piano! No one seemed to mind as people tossed their valuables onto the road, most were just eager to get away, at that point, money meant nothing to anyone.
We were part of the British Expeditionary force, assigned to assist in the defense of Italy, but the whole Italian army was destroyed within the first salvo of spire missiles. I had a friend who was there when they first broke through the line at Trieste. The UED forces had it all prepared, fortified trenches, tanks, barbed wire, artillery…the full monty. But the Chimera simply fired spire missiles throughout the line, and the entire area became infected within minutes. Just mountains of comatose bodies. Five army groups! Gone in a few minutes!
I don’t know how my friend got out from there, maybe the bloke just plain ran. I don’t blame him.
How did the Chimera capture you?
The five of us who were left in the platoon, (there were thirty of us to begin with), simply joined the refugees in the retreat. When we saw the spires in the sky, we knew we were finished. Some of the civilians started panicking, dropping everything and running away, as though they could get away. Others shot themselves or simply knelt down and prayed for a quick end. Me and my mates, we just shot at the damn thing. For all we cared, the world was going to end anyways.
One by one, the towering spire missiles hit the ground near the column, releasing the disease. We were lucky none landed near us, but for the next few minutes, we saw black clouds shrouding the hills near where the missiles landed, following by a wail of screams and choking sounds. All that was blanketed by a kind of insect like noise, like when you hear a swarm of locusts engulfing you. I started seeing the first victims fall to the ground, lying completely still after frantically wailing their arms and digging into their own skin.
This happened to thousands of people around us, and as we braced ourselves for the inevitable disease, a conventional Chimera shell landed square in the middle of my platoon and knocked us off our feet.
I don’t know what happened, but from the on I felt like a truck just hit me. I was on the ground, and I remembered that it was very hard to breath. My vision was blurred white and all I could here was this ringing. I swore the last thing I heard before I went under was this vicious howl, then these ….things…clawing at me, grabbing my arms. I kicked and punched but I didn’t have the strength to resist as they pulled me away.
I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I woke up. I knew….what is it you yanks say? I knew I wasn’t in Kansas anymore…..
From the debriefing files of the 1st US rangers: Inside a Chimeran conversion centre
To be continued
Day 1: Operation Deliverance July 11th, 1951. (Radio station in Iceland)
[It has begun. The largest American seaborne assault in History. Over two dozen heavy capital ships and carriers of the US Atlantic fleet have made their way to the Eastern coast of England. Security on information is maintained through the strictest channels, so much so that only intelligence officers could have access to it. Pulling a few strings through the few contacts I’ve had in the British government, Sir Archibald Campbell manages to find an opening for me to become enlisted as part of the Civilian arm of the Allied Intelligence corps, responsible for compiling information. Though this may place some restrictions on me in the future, it is a price I will be willing to pay to get closer to the truth. I interview Sergeant James Grayson, a former British Marine and the only known documented survivor thus far who has escaped from a Chimeran conversion centre.]
Our platoon was ambushed during the retreat from Venice. Although a bulk of the civilian refugees were trapped in Venice’s harbour, there were still hundreds of thousands of stragglers in the countryside, mostly those who gave up on any chance of escaping via the Adriatic. The entire countryside resembled a series of long ragged snakes, huge columns of refugees fleeing westwards and shedding off any excess baggage along the way. My platoon was caught up in one of these columns, and we saw it all, discarded luggages, tables, fine china, clothing, equipment, beer barrels, bicycles, even a grand piano! No one seemed to mind as people tossed their valuables onto the road, most were just eager to get away, at that point, money meant nothing to anyone.
We were part of the British Expeditionary force, assigned to assist in the defense of Italy, but the whole Italian army was destroyed within the first salvo of spire missiles. I had a friend who was there when they first broke through the line at Trieste. The UED forces had it all prepared, fortified trenches, tanks, barbed wire, artillery…the full monty. But the Chimera simply fired spire missiles throughout the line, and the entire area became infected within minutes. Just mountains of comatose bodies. Five army groups! Gone in a few minutes!
I don’t know how my friend got out from there, maybe the bloke just plain ran. I don’t blame him.
How did the Chimera capture you?
The five of us who were left in the platoon, (there were thirty of us to begin with), simply joined the refugees in the retreat. When we saw the spires in the sky, we knew we were finished. Some of the civilians started panicking, dropping everything and running away, as though they could get away. Others shot themselves or simply knelt down and prayed for a quick end. Me and my mates, we just shot at the damn thing. For all we cared, the world was going to end anyways.
One by one, the towering spire missiles hit the ground near the column, releasing the disease. We were lucky none landed near us, but for the next few minutes, we saw black clouds shrouding the hills near where the missiles landed, following by a wail of screams and choking sounds. All that was blanketed by a kind of insect like noise, like when you hear a swarm of locusts engulfing you. I started seeing the first victims fall to the ground, lying completely still after frantically wailing their arms and digging into their own skin.
This happened to thousands of people around us, and as we braced ourselves for the inevitable disease, a conventional Chimera shell landed square in the middle of my platoon and knocked us off our feet.
I don’t know what happened, but from the on I felt like a truck just hit me. I was on the ground, and I remembered that it was very hard to breath. My vision was blurred white and all I could here was this ringing. I swore the last thing I heard before I went under was this vicious howl, then these ….things…clawing at me, grabbing my arms. I kicked and punched but I didn’t have the strength to resist as they pulled me away.
I don’t know how long I was out for, but when I woke up. I knew….what is it you yanks say? I knew I wasn’t in Kansas anymore…..
From the debriefing files of the 1st US rangers: Inside a Chimeran conversion centre
To be continued
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