= F*cked-Up Situations Call For F*cked-Up Solutions =
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- No one PoV -
2 days have passed since the attack, despite the time that had passed, there was confusion in the bunker, the loss of the chief commanding officer caused confusion in the order, high mortality in the individual divisions also did not help the situation, all this only completed the fact that right behind the gate, all that prevents the enemy from attacking again is that they are waiting for reinforcements, no one wants to take responsibility in the bunker, no one wants to give orders.........no one wants to die
- John PoV -
I walked through the long corridor of the subway to the communication room, on the way we passed the individual remains of my brothers in arms that the cleaning team had not yet managed to clear, I passed the medical wing which was so full that patients had to lie in the corridors or share one bed, all that could be heard there was the scream of the patients cursing the furs and their pain, louder perhaps only the nurses and their assistants who were looking for anything that could help in the treatment
Doctor 1 : I NEED AB, WHO HERE HAS AB IN THEIR VEINS
medic 3 : ANYONE WHO HAS CLEAN CLOTHES GIVE ME THEM IMMEDIATELY
paramedic 6: HOLD HIM ON PLACE SO I CAN AMPUTATE HIS ARM
there was confusion almost the same as with the technicians who sealed the gate and every secondary access point, they took the last official order very seriously, I tried to quickly get to the communication center but in the process one of the junior medics grabbed my hand
Paramedic 2 : John Tyson right? blood 0- ? don't say anything come with me
I couldn't say anything he grabbed my hands and dragged me through the room full of dead and wounded to the makeshift hall in the incinerator, he sat me in a chair next to the bed with a boy the same age as me, when we looked at him he didn't even blink he just stared at me wide eyed eyes, his name was embroidered on the uniform
John : Jet Lance...I give him my blood?
I asked the medic who brought me here
paramedic 2: what? no he's dead, hey Larks you have a spare bed here
after that information another medic came and just threw Jet's body on the ground and another soldier lay down in his place, his face was burnt and he was obviously blind, but I didn't have time to pay attention to that because the medic punctured my vein and took my blood
medic 2 : thanks mate, this might save a few guys life
the collection only lasted an hour, then he packed up everything he got from me and kicked me out
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unnecessarily spilled blood
Actionwar, war never changes, human were able to fight each other for various reasons, the problem arises when they get into a fight with a species that is beyond their ability... FURS, furs that were first discovered together with the Americas were able...
