I.C.U.T. : the equestrian story
"how in the hell do these things break through barbed wire laced concrete while trudging through two sets of razor wire?"asked Eric,the American soldier of the team,as he stared at the massacre before him. there were shattered barricades,rent patches of razor wire,broken turrets,and corpses strewn everywhere.
"some things are better left unknown,Eric."said Edward, the British soldier,kicking a corpse to make sure it was dead.
"thus spoke the ominous bush to the confused Yankee; Melissa, chapter 8, verse 13."said Melissa,the Canadian UN commando with a chuckle and a smirk.
"uh...guys? vhat is zis zing?"asked Klaus, a German CQB trooper with a thick accent,pointing to a strange device next to a black puddle with similarly colored mist hovering around it.
"what ever it is,it's probably not good..."stated Eric.
"but knowing the brass,they'll want us to bring to back...."sighed Melissa.without another word, Klaus picked it up,and it began to glow.
"why is it glowing?" asked Edward,raising his sniper rifle.then it exploded into necromantic energy and shrapnel.
"see you all in hell,I guess..."said Melissa with a smile on her face between coughs of blood.around them the slain monsters rose from the ground;zombies,full of bullet holes,torn to pieces,or burnt,and shadows recollecting their incorporeal forms. as the creatures closed around the squad,the last bits of life force left their bodies.
