Kaiser Posted November 27, 2004 Report Share Posted November 27, 2004 Bunker Accessing personal logs..... -Jonathan H. Redding-Marcus F. Marine-Nathan G. Fielding Accessing Jonathan H. Redding's personal log... Name: Jonathan H. Redding Rank: CorporalEntries: 6 Accessing entry one... May 25th Well I decided to begin logging what's been going on. First off my name is John Redding and I'm a Corporal in the greatest fighting force known to man, The Marine Corp of course. Ok well to the main point. UFOs, real. Yeah that's right those crazy hippie's were right, they are little green men in outer space. There massive ship has been hovering over our little planet and has been releasing something into the atmosphere. As my superiors have told us, no one knows what the hell is going on. Oh well. Well as you can imagine as soon as the big alien ship got close the government decided it would be a good plan to take a few thousand personal and lock 'em down in a bunker. And lucky ole' me got picked. Well we all have our orders. Ok this sucks. End entry one... Accessing entry two... May 27th Damn I got to go top side and its getting really dark. Talk is that its some kind of bio weapon maybe. Hope not. F*cking aliens fly God knows how far to fight us and they wont even do it face to face. P*ssies. All the men are now here. 150 of us. We are located in a "unknown" location a few miles outside a little town. We are not aloud to mingle with any one other than military and emergency personal. Have to keep something's hush hush. End entry two... Accessing entry three... May 30th Holy hell the sky is falling. No really about a few hours ago we received a transmission from HQ. Spores from the crap the aliens have been pumping into our atmosphere have started to fall. The were reports of large... extremely large amounts of fatalities. There were some reports of more, disturbing things like rapid mutations. Those are still rumored. About 15 minutes into the report there was an explosion some gun fire and we lost visual. The next 5 minutes there was a lot of gun fire and yells... then just screams, and something else. We have lost contact with HQ and the other bunkers. I have to go. End entry three... Accessing entry four... May 1st The men are starting to get restless. Some think we should go top side and check things out. Go to the town and look for survivors and try to make contact with one of the other bunkers... maybe even the HQ. The rest just want to stay. Me... no way in hell am I going out side. Mixed in with the screams in yesterdays report was something else, something I do not want to meet. End entry four... Accessing entry five... June 1st Well Master Sergeant Holmes has taken about 30 men topside and head towards the town. I wish them the best of luck. The are outfitted well with some heavy fire power. And in complete hazard suites they should be fine. I kinda feel guilty not going... but safe. Oh well. End entry five... Accessing entry six... June 2nd I'll make this quick. The team came back only it wasn't them. They looked the same from the cameras but all you really see what the outlines. Once the door opened, hell's gates opened. They came pouring in armed with pieces of metal and other things. They started killing Marines. We began to fire but each time we lost a man they gained one. Holmes kinda exploded and these... tentacles shot out of what use to be his torso. They just ripped into men. It was horrible. I fired all my rounds but it didn't matter. I'm the last one. I'm hiding in one of the storage areas. One grenade and my side arm and my combat knife, last clip. Screams... End entry six... End of entries... ------------------------------------ Breath... just keep breathing... What was that!... Nothing, stay calm remember training. Been at least one day. Recon... yeah can't stay here forever. Slowly careful. Nope nothing. Ok move slowly back to the barracks and armory need more weapons. Gun in left hand knife in right. Move slowly, control breathing. Ok, entrance to mess hall barracks and armory at other end. Open, look around... Damn, blood, bodies, friends, hold it back. Control. Ok move quick and silent. Half way there... Damn where the hell did it come from. To the left, there sh*t. Not moving... Damn screaming trying to call others. Three shots... Good they can die. F*ck more! Run! Almost... What the! Let go damn it. Fire! Fire! Fire! Slash! F*ck! F*cking bit me! Ok now what. Damn wrong door? No... damn no guns left. Check the clip, 1 bullet left. Grenade... gone. Knife... gone. At the door... ha ha can't open it it'sl ocked. I knew they were dumb. Use to be... something else. D*mn my leg is killing me. Holy sh*t what the hell. Spreading up my leg! Burns! Crap, no, no way in hell am I going out like this. No way I'll let them have me. Barrel...Temple...Cold...Trigger...Pull........ Ok that's my second one... I like it what do you all think? Oh the first part is like you found his logs and your reading it the last part is him thinking to himself while trying to survive. Came up with this one in the shower. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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