DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
---------------------------------------------------------
FronTech
HTML https://frontech.createaforum.com
---------------------------------------------------------
*****************************************************
DIR Return to: Backstories
*****************************************************
#Post#: 346--------------------------------------------------
The death of Jamei Hillsburg
By: Meeh Date: February 25, 2013, 4:48 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
(For dynamic purpose, it is recommended to listen to this audio.
HTML http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSwyJ0aaM4k)
PROLOGUE
The sun rose up and enlighted the wasteland, bringing some hope
to the lost souls.
Gas sat at the edge of a cliff and watched as the sun rose. The
more it went up, the more Gas strained his eyes.
"They say that looking at the horizon of the wasteland will
make a man go nuts" said a man approaching Gas from behind. The
man seemed to speak with a southern Georgian accent.
"How crazier can we get?" Replied Gas with a litle doubt in his
voice.
"Well son, live as long as me and you might be able to find
out." Answered the old veteran. A small grin showed up on his
face, even though the man rarely smiles. It sort of made his
face happier, it was a good thing to see though...
As the wastes are always filled with sadness.
Gas stood up and shook off his pants with dirt. Not that it
mattered anymore, as his equipment would probably get dirtied a
second later from whatever.
The old man emoted him to come and started to walk off towards
one of the roads ahead.
The scenery was muddy around Gas and very cliffy, making it feel
somewhat exciting to walk through but enduring.
He and the veteran kept walking through the uneven path, when
suddenly Gas accidently managed to stumble through a rocky
field. Apparently one of the rocks wasn't greatly fit to
eachother which accidently caused the rock to fly away as soon
as Gas had stepped on it. He fell and landed on the ground
loudly. Pain echoed from his back and neck, causing him to groan
a lot.
"****!" He yelled with rage coming out, coloring his face and
soiling his equipment.
A brief silence joined in and each of them looked around hoping
no one would have heard Gas. The old veteran sighed.
"You damn fool, be careful next ti-"
Dead.
Only a gunshot was heard, and the old veteran fell down to the
ground, life-less. Without being able to react nor given a
chance, the man whom Gas had fought alongside with had died.
The bullet had obviously passed through the old man and the
skin, bones and flesh didn't even protest.
Adrenaline rushing through his body, causing his hands to shake
like a mad-man not taking his doses. He felt that if he would
speak, his voice would lag.
Still, Gas quickly attempted to reach his holster to pull up his
gun, but was quickly rejected by a voice.
"Ah-Ah-Ah, I would not do that if I were you~"
"Show yourself!" Gas yelled
The other man seemed to have a southern Georgian accent aswell,
giving Gas the thought of the old man and the killer maybe being
related in some way.
Could the man have killed Jamei for the purpose of revenge? Or
something else? Maybe no reason at all?
Thoughts of doubt and reasoning continued to pop up in his head
but nothing relevant seemed to fit in.
"Careful now son, choose your next words wisely'coz that will
decide whether you die or not'." Replied the unknown man.
A tear or sweat ran down his forehead. Gas took a deep breath
and removed his hand from the holster. He managed to ask
politely the unknown man to appear and the killer did so.
It sort of felt like a mother-and-child situation where the
mother would teach her son manners. Except this was none of it.
A few other armed men appeared from the rocky cliffs pointing
with their guns at Gas. They seemed to be equipped with very
advanced weapons and armour. Most of them had military grade
armor, probably scavanged from abandoned military bunkers or
even custom made. Not that it mattered anymore, he thought that
he'd probably be taken a prisoner and either get tortured and
killed, raped or luckily sold for caesar's legion and become
their pet. Nonetheless, a plan for escape was futile since they
already outnumbered him, plus this wasn't some CoD shit where
one man would simply be able to sneak out of a building without
getting caught or managing to finish of 20 armed men, probably
veterans whom have survived in the wastes longer than him.
These men knew the social norms, the rules. These guys have been
in the game for a long time. You could draw the conclusion just
by simply looking at them. These guys were the real deal.
A ghoul would not fucking matter or super mutants in comparison
to this. This group was organized and looked well-fed, properly
trained.
"What do you want?" Asked Gas, with anger in his face and tone.
You could clearly see that he was trying to hide his fury.
"Well, ya'know.. I'mma let'yo walk 'outta here if things work as
planned, son." Said the leader of the group, the man who killed
Jamei. He seemed to have multiple golden teeth, a black stubble,
bold hair, golden earrings on both of his ears and green eyes.
"I'm listening..." Replied Gas cautiously.
"My sources say that you have a special USB. Am I right?"
Answered Gold. I decided to call him that since I did not know
his name, Gold seemed to fit his appearance perfectly. Due to
the shitloads of gold he carries.
"What if I do? What about it?"
The USB device that Gas carried was built in a cross, where you
would twist the horizontal cross parallel to eachother in which
would result the bottom tip to unlock and you would be able to
pull out the USB.
That is what was given to him by Jamei.
Chapter 1: The cross
*****************************************************