I'm thinkin its pretty good so far buddy. Keep it up yeah? a bit less flowery though maybe.
first off thanks for the support. And you think i'm putting too much description into it? sorry, i spent 5 years of my life with my english teacher threatening to hit me if i didn't put in more description!
Spose i just gotts try and find a healthy balance. anyway, next chapter bit of a long one i'm afraid.
Chapter 4- Grim Discovery
The Valkyrie screamed through the air, following the course that Bravo’s Valkyrie had before its engine troubles. In the back the mood was subdued, Barry checked his equipment repeatedly, Chris was studying a picture of his little sister Claire who had joined a pirate fleet rather then study at the Schola Progenium as he did when their parents died. Wesker was glaring at the sheaf of documents he had grabbed back at the Arbites base.
“Sir? What’s that you’re reading?” Jill asked partly to alleviate the boredom, partly out of curiosity
“The reports that brought Bravo out here in the first place, and no you may not read them before you ask.” the captain snapped back.
Sensing the not to subtle way of ending the conversation Jill began to go through her ritual of praying to the emperor that she went through whenever she was troubled.
something’s not right, I can feel it, why are we, the best soldiers the imperial guard has to offer, searching for a group of lost pigs?
She thought angrily
and what is with the Captain? He is usually so calm but he seems to be agitated for some reason, what is
“Okay ladies, we’re entering the mission area, I have a fix on the LZ” Brad interrupted Jill’s thoughts over the intercom.
“Whoa, I think I found where she went down folks, look out you portside now.” Brad instructed.
Chris leant over and yanked open the side access hatch and the squad all gathered around for a peek out of it. The stench of burning promethium filled the air as they stared out at the devastation, the fuel left in the Valkyries detached wing had apparently ignited and burnt down a large amount of the surrounding trees, leaving a large circle of ash and debris with a single straight line of destroyed trees leading off into the forest.
“Brad!” the captain suddenly shouted spooking the pilot, causing the Valkyrie to lurch sideways
“What!?” Brad responded, shock lending his voice a higher tone then normal
“Here looks like a good LZ, we’ll be able to follow the trail of trees to Bravo’s position” the Captain stated
“Well if you’re sure, setting her down, hold on folks” Brad replied as he started the landing procedure.
The Valkyrie slowly descended, the undercarriage vents blowing ash and sparks up around itself. With a loud click the landing gear descended and locked into place, the Valkyrie landing softly on the ground while the squad leaped put of the still open portside hatch. As each member leapt out of the Valkyrie, they charged into a well-rehearsed formation, each man covering a direction with his Hellgun.
“Wait here or die” Wesker warned Brad leaving him flustered
“Okay men, down the trail of destruction, advance by pairs, move out. Barry moved into step with Chris, leaving Jill and Joseph to follow them with the Captain bringing up the rear.
beating hearts. It could hear them, in the distance. The steady Thump-Thump awakening the hunger. It rose to its paws, and began to race through the forest, in search of fresh food
The squad marched for 10 minutes until they came across the wreckage, the twisted steel of the Valkyrie resembling a pile of scrap metal, nothing like the glorious machine it had been before. Blood surrounded the wreckage, giving the area a sickly glow as the light reflected off it.
“Where are the bodies? With this much blood there should be some bodies” Joseph asked
“Who knows? We should split up and search the immediate area, might give us some clues as to what happened” Wesker replied.
Voices! It could hear them, It was close, It was sure. Its decayed eyes picked up movement nearby, It stalked forward ready to strike
As everybody spread out, grizzly clues began to appear. A few shell casings, a dead animal.
“What the krak?” Joseph suddenly exclaimed “you guys better take a look at this!” he called to his squad mates as he raised a severed hand clutching a Laspistol.
It watched as the food picked something up. It recognised the thing the food was holding it had burnt a line down its back. The hunger finally overcame It and It pounced on the food
“AAAAAAARRRRRGH!” Joseph screamed as the dog leapt onto him, the scream stopping suddenly as his throat was torn out, hearing the scream of their comrade the Kasrkin drew their weapons and rushed to investigate. What they found sickened them, Joseph was torn apart, and something had ripped through his carapace armour as if it was paper. And the thing that did it appeared to be a dog, and it was staring at them.