Post by MSG. Steven J. McMillan on Dec 21, 2008 18:13:40 GMT
OOC: No problem. Nice thread we had. Shame it didn’t go longer than a page, wrote quite a lot.
Stumbling over some uneven ground, the Master Sergeant clutched his nimble fingers into the fabric and flesh of the wounded Sergeant sprawled across his broad shoulders. The bombardments of shelling echoed all around them, with the loud creaking noises of the odd tree collapsing every now and again; The only poor factor missing, was the hollering voice of someone yelling - Timber! Although, with the deafening racket surrounding their every physical element, it would be quite hard to hear such a warning.
Gasping, Steven felt the hinds of his boots slink along the soft-dirt, his body drifting uncontrollably for a brief moment, before he caught his footing to disembark the uneven mound of dirt from beneath his feet. Moving between the trees and squinting from the musk dirt drifting against his face, he tried his hardest to be the judge of where they needed to go - everything looked so different now. Trees had been cascaded everywhere, with large mounds of dirt blown up from out of the ground, making ditches and blind embankments all over the place. It all it took was one misplaced step and you’d end up rolling down the other side of an uneven surface, it was just utterly diabolical!
Slowly, but hastily, the Master Sergeant moved as quick as he could, striding between uneven mounds of dirt every so often, trying to avoid any of those misplaced steps that could undoubtedly end the both of them. Struggling to hold a tight grip against the Sergeant limberly hanging from his shoulders, he gritted his teeth and carried on, knowing sooner or later, he’ll be out of this mess. “Hang in there Sergeant, don’t you die on me!” he yelled out, hoping for some kind of response, a response that told him he wasn’t lugging about a corpse on his back.
“Sergeant!” yelled out Miller from afar, who’d spotted him through the fog of war. Hurrying over, he wiped a patch of blood oozing from his nose and stumbled up beside Steven. The man looked as if he wasn’t too healthy himself, but he was walking and talking, all that mattered. “Check him quickly! Is he alive!?” Steven barked at Sergeant Miller, who pulled at Sergeant Knight’s head, feeling for a pulse on the throat real quickly. “Yeah he’s alive”[/I] Miller replied swiftly, before attempting to take Sergeant Knight off Steven’s back. “No-No! Go get help, you’ll be more use getting reinforcements, than stumbling along beside me. Hurry!” he ordered, sending Sergeant Miller into a frenzy, as he rushed off back the way he came.
Just gonna’ conclude time here a little.[/b]
Master Sergeant McMillan had gradually got out of the target area after crossing the bridge, leaving the bombardment behind them, the seized firing after a few last shells. Stumbling along the woodlands at a much slower pace, with hardly any energy left, his eyes lit up the moment Sergeant Miller and Marshall came running through the woodlands once again, followed by a whole array of soldiers who must’ve responded to the urgent call of assistance…
Smiling faintly, Steven fell to one knee and knew his journey was over, exhausted, tired and shaken up, he barely had the strength left in him to help lift the wounded Sergeant from off his back, before things got real dim. “Is he.. Ok…..” he lisped out towards two soldiers, lumbering Sergeant Knight into their grasps, hurrying his body over to a nearby stretcher they’d brought with them; Whether an answer was given or not, Steven wouldn’t know, as he passed unconscious right there. Tired and exhausted, the Master Sergeant had also taken a blow to the head, as blood was seen trickling down the back of his neck.
OOC:
There, we can close this. You’re unconscious and now Steven’s passed out at the last hurdle where the help’s come in.
Stumbling over some uneven ground, the Master Sergeant clutched his nimble fingers into the fabric and flesh of the wounded Sergeant sprawled across his broad shoulders. The bombardments of shelling echoed all around them, with the loud creaking noises of the odd tree collapsing every now and again; The only poor factor missing, was the hollering voice of someone yelling - Timber! Although, with the deafening racket surrounding their every physical element, it would be quite hard to hear such a warning.
Gasping, Steven felt the hinds of his boots slink along the soft-dirt, his body drifting uncontrollably for a brief moment, before he caught his footing to disembark the uneven mound of dirt from beneath his feet. Moving between the trees and squinting from the musk dirt drifting against his face, he tried his hardest to be the judge of where they needed to go - everything looked so different now. Trees had been cascaded everywhere, with large mounds of dirt blown up from out of the ground, making ditches and blind embankments all over the place. It all it took was one misplaced step and you’d end up rolling down the other side of an uneven surface, it was just utterly diabolical!
Slowly, but hastily, the Master Sergeant moved as quick as he could, striding between uneven mounds of dirt every so often, trying to avoid any of those misplaced steps that could undoubtedly end the both of them. Struggling to hold a tight grip against the Sergeant limberly hanging from his shoulders, he gritted his teeth and carried on, knowing sooner or later, he’ll be out of this mess. “Hang in there Sergeant, don’t you die on me!” he yelled out, hoping for some kind of response, a response that told him he wasn’t lugging about a corpse on his back.
“Sergeant!” yelled out Miller from afar, who’d spotted him through the fog of war. Hurrying over, he wiped a patch of blood oozing from his nose and stumbled up beside Steven. The man looked as if he wasn’t too healthy himself, but he was walking and talking, all that mattered. “Check him quickly! Is he alive!?” Steven barked at Sergeant Miller, who pulled at Sergeant Knight’s head, feeling for a pulse on the throat real quickly. “Yeah he’s alive”[/I] Miller replied swiftly, before attempting to take Sergeant Knight off Steven’s back. “No-No! Go get help, you’ll be more use getting reinforcements, than stumbling along beside me. Hurry!” he ordered, sending Sergeant Miller into a frenzy, as he rushed off back the way he came.
Just gonna’ conclude time here a little.[/b]
Master Sergeant McMillan had gradually got out of the target area after crossing the bridge, leaving the bombardment behind them, the seized firing after a few last shells. Stumbling along the woodlands at a much slower pace, with hardly any energy left, his eyes lit up the moment Sergeant Miller and Marshall came running through the woodlands once again, followed by a whole array of soldiers who must’ve responded to the urgent call of assistance…
Smiling faintly, Steven fell to one knee and knew his journey was over, exhausted, tired and shaken up, he barely had the strength left in him to help lift the wounded Sergeant from off his back, before things got real dim. “Is he.. Ok…..” he lisped out towards two soldiers, lumbering Sergeant Knight into their grasps, hurrying his body over to a nearby stretcher they’d brought with them; Whether an answer was given or not, Steven wouldn’t know, as he passed unconscious right there. Tired and exhausted, the Master Sergeant had also taken a blow to the head, as blood was seen trickling down the back of his neck.
OOC:
There, we can close this. You’re unconscious and now Steven’s passed out at the last hurdle where the help’s come in.
