- Woodland Moor -

[Maple-leaf-Warrior]

"agreed. Lets move out. Since you are so gung-ho "Ghost", you take point. Move out, single file and put your weapons on fire. We dont want to be fumbleing to get our weapons off saftey do we?"

[Tau0011]

The haggard band of men moved on towards the cabin. There was little noise except for the sound of men walking on moist dirt and the occasional splash from a muddy puddle. There was little seen besides trees and more trees.

Eventually the cabin apeared through a bap in the trees a distance aways.

[Kyle]

The Hunt Camp was composed of three aging log buildings. The first appeared
to have once been a shed, but had collapsed in on itself. The second was a
makeshift garage, which sadly did not contain anything at all. The third was
the Cabin, which was spacious from the outside, as it was on the inside.
The logs had blackened, and in some areas moss clung to them. Thick
grey smoke billowed out from a chimney on the back of the house.
The group stood behind the garage.

"I'm going to take a look." Carl whispered, and taking his rifle off of half-cock,
he crept up to a window on the side of the cabin. Carl's eyes widened. After
a brief moment, he silently moved back to the others.
"... The guy in there looks really really rough... He's missing bits of his
head... He was... He -" Carl whirled around as the door of the cabin
burst open, as the deformed man leapt out onto the deck clutching a
shotgun.

"I BE HEARIN' VOICES OUT HERE!" The man screamed. In his left hand
he held a revolver, and he cocked the hammer.

Carl stepped out from behind the garage, and fired a shot at the man.
The round hit him in the center of the chest. His blackened eyes widened
as he looked down at the hole. He raised the revolver, and as he turned to
aim at Carl, another bullet hit him along the right side of his neck. The man
dropped the gun and held his four-fingered left hand over the wound.

"Y'ALL ARE GONNA DIE, Y'HEAR!?" He screamed, sobbing. He limped toward
Carl. Carl recocked the lever and fired once more. The bullet went right through
the man's nose, and a loud ping was heard. The man opened his mouth and
dropped to the ground with a loud thud. The back of his head was a shiny, steel
cap. A large outward dent was clearly visible.

Turning around, lowering his rifle, Carl spoke.

"He'd dead."

[Night Wolf (PL)]

"And that's what i meant when i said that you will not survive for long. There was more of those stupid guys that went on their own, now you what happened to them."

[Maple-leaf-Warrior]

Disreguarding what "ghost" said, The Major tried to make sense of what just happened.

"Good Lord! I've seen Jerry's and Commies charging at me but never something like this! He has mutated into some strange freak, there's probably more out there with even more severe mutations..."

The Major didnt even re-holster his revolver. But he did take some of the ammo out of the dead mans gun and pockets. He also found a pocket knife and some now useless money.

[Night Wolf (PL)]

"Wait i think i was here before with a group of mercs and i was the only one that came back. Those idiotes were that stupid and did not listen to me."

[Kyle]

Carl was puzzled.
"When was that? This was all Crown Land up until the bombs hit in '63. Nothing
out here but hunters. 'Course, when the bombs hit a lot of people camped out
here because they thought the fallout wouldn't make it this far. It didn't, but
who knows what happened to them. It's been 7 years." Carl approached Ghost.
"I don't know who you are or why you're here, but whatever happened then
sure isn't the same situation it is now. I hunted this area since I was a kid, and
brought back more bucks than you can shake a stick at. So there's these freaks.
I killed one. So they aren't that bad. We've been moving through the Moor for
about a month now, and this is the first one we've all seen. Now we have to
stick together and figure out what we're going to do. The Cabin looks like
a fair shelter, so we'll get the others and set up our camp here."

[Tau0011]

"Very well then, Ghost, make yourself useful and get some dry wood for a fire. Major, I think you can direct efforts here, I was going to take a quick stroll around. No need to have anyone accompany me, I'll be fine.

[Kyle]

Carl entered the house. The main room was of a fair size; it would be easy to
house the entire group in the house. Four filleted salmon lay on a table, and
although they looked like they were perfect to cook, Carl knew better. He
pushed them into a steel garbage bin and threw them in the river outside.
He then headed back in and rolled out his sleeping back in one corner.

[Maple-leaf-Warrior]

"Thank you Mathew. Felix, try to scrap up some useable timber from the other structures to patch up the cabin. Carl, check for any weapons and ammo. And David, you look for some supplies. Food, water, clothing. Were going to need it. I'll halp felix haul some timbers." With that said, the Major moved towards the garage to scrounge around.

[Night Wolf (PL)]

"Carl it was 2 years ago"

[Kyle]

By morning, the group was ready quite early, fed and clothed. Carl had decided
to go for a walk, in his tired mind it had seemed a good decision, but in reality
could have proved quite poor. Quietly hiking along the trail, he stopped in the
large clearing they had spent the previous night in. Looking to what he thought
was the north, he spotted by chance a medium sized building on the far side of
a small lake. He began to work his way along the bumpy path.

Avoiding a large pit of muck, Carl froze. A figure wearing dark camouflage and
clutching a rather large rifle, was slowly walking along the waterfront. His footsteps
made a rather loud thudding sound with each step.



Carl ducked behind an old SUV. Peeking around the rear end, he watched as the soldier
continued in his direction. Carl radioed the group.

"Er.... Guys, you'd better come see this. I'm about ten minutes from our campsite, just
make a right when you get there. There's some kinda weirdo with an army suit on."

[Night Wolf (PL)]

when the group got to Carl. Ghost said "WTF, who is he?"

[Kyle]

"No idea. But look at that gun. I've never seen anything like it." Carl passed
around a rifle scope for every one to examine the person with.

Suddenly, the man froze, and raised his weapon. A sound not unlike thunder itself,
his weapon fired a bullet through the window of the SUV, narrowly missing Carl's
head.

"I don't think he's friendly." Carl ducked as the USRF soldier began emptying rounds
into the vehicle. Carl counted. He heard the weapon discharge around 50 times, then
paused for less than a second before beginning to fire again.

'We'd better do something."

[Night Wolf (PL)]

"Why don't we just shot his rifle off?"