The war of worlds superior race where the flesh of man fights for its home against the king raising race of fur and fury all in one battle to become Earths ruler. Stationed in Vermont the classical heavy infantry units were devised and built to with...
Sulfur, iron, and ash...what could I say it was everywhere the moment I awoke. My fingers grew numb but only for a moment until the blood rushed back into my veins. My eyes soon opened from consciousness, and I felt like a worm within the dirt that layered my whole body in grime and finally, I remembered where I was...the Black Forest the survivors rally,...where is everyone?
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Using what gathered strength I had I rose to my feet looking around with the sight of smoke rising from craters from what I assumed were bombs they dropped on us and the sorry sight of a dead bastard with his entrails hanging out of his torso long dead before I revived nonetheless I searched the carnage of bodies around the forest to find any sign of life. Still, after what seemed like hours of searching not one survived I failed to protect everyone. soon I feared for the worst that I was the last survivor of our rally and with the heavy armor of sin I wore on my shoulders and the helmet of thorns that adorned my head I felt that these boots of suffering could not go on much longer. In the corner of my eye on the back of a dead warrior, a trench shovel needlessly taking the tool I marched through the woods finding a suitable spot where that once borrowed shovel made its use piercing the soil within the Earth. ——————————-
(No One's POV)
The silence of the forest was dim and a light fog formed along the tree lines but the solace was broken within time with the sound of multiple helicopters passing overhead only gently preserving the sight from overhead until landing in a clear space to drop their troops. 6 military anthro squads each made up of 5 units making up 30 soldiers within the area sweeping through the remains of the forest grounds trying to find a human life
"Gah all these damn human corpses and not a single one to practice my shooting skills" a feline anthro spit aloud
"Can you shut your mouth we're on a mission not at the firing range this is a snatch-and-grab operation we find a live human and take them back to the outpost for questioning, we only fire if we're in danger first" another shot back
"Jeez, G- what's got your tail in a knot They're just humans what's the problem if one or two go down without a fight, it still won't make a difference that we pretty much won this war" The same anthro soldier replied
"Besides the corpses have y'all heard about that one human stationed here?" Another anthro with a cowboy hat interrupted changing the topic
"You mean that huge guy in the file Faye?, eh...what they call him Uhh..." the first anthro pondered for a while before another soldier carrying an SVD 63 Dragunov sniper rifle answered her question
"Grave-digger his face or real name isn't known just a human with a title and said to be as tall as us if only a few inches shorter, his only noticeable trait is the cranium he wears on his face most likely to boost his ego...nothing interesting about him Liz," the soldier said with a hint of a Russian accent in her tongue
