Charlie MooreI walked through the small field towards Camp Baxter, a few trees and shrubs dotted the landscape but, still bot a lot of vegetation, the wind howled through my ear as I tried to understand the map, supposedly there was supposed to be a large road, but I guess the Nuclear Exchange had wiped that clean. I walked for a few more minutes before coming over the hill and finding myself face to face with the Camp. It appeared deserted, a school like building was off in the one corner, a depot, and an armoury stood around the main building. The wall was crumbling and only a few bits of razor wire were still left around the top.
My approach to the building was quick, I raced down the hill and quickly hoped the low lying wall, once inside I got up and scanned the area. The buildings were fairly intact and it appeared as if little people had been here in the years following the bombs. I made my way over to the mess hall, hoping to find some food for myself. The door to the mess hall creaked open and I entered the room, there was little light but I could still make my way around.
The main body of the room was filled with tables and overturned chairs, a counter with glass covers was in the far corner of the room, and I suspected this would have been the pre-war server and that the kitchen was in the room behind there. I unslung my rifle and moved towards the server entrance. I popped over the counter and looked through the server, all I could find was a few crumbs here and there, no pre-war food in sight. I shouldered the weapon and crept over to the entrance to actual kitchen, I pulled my one hand off of the barrel and used it to slide the door open.
Inside there was trash thrown everywhere and empty boxes of pre-war food, I saw two people sleeping on bed rolls. I began to move in when I stepped on a bag of sorts, ruffling it. One of the persons whirled around reaching for something; I pulled the trigger and fired the gun one handed. The bullet missed and hit the wall past the man, my hand moved off of the door and onto the barrel while my other hand pulled the bolt back and then forward again on the weapon. I aimed at the charging man who carried a knife, I fired again and the bullet struck him in the torso, his body continued moving forward and crashed into me. He knocked the rifle out of my hands and sent me sprawling to the floor. He brought the knife up and tried to bring it down on my chest, the dull end struck and he pierced my flesh, luckily not very deep. I went for the Micro Sledge strapped to my bag, I once I got my hand on it; I bucked him off me, his body landing to the left on the cold grimy floor. My sledge crashed down on his chest and he was silenced.
I turned in the direction of the other man, he was using a counter top to try to pull him through window, I ran at full speed toward him, and brought the sledge down on his leg. He crashed to the floor letting out howls of pain as he fell. My sledge collided with him a few more times before I went to retrieve my things.
» Fri May 13, 2011 7:24 pm 
