Operation Ruins

chapter 19

It is chaos out in the streets where Allen and whats left of his men are at.

"Get your asses out of there we are boming the streets with heavy artillery. It's going to look like the Americans forth of July.

The driver's began to reverse going slow and steady. You can hear the sound of crunching bodies under the treads. Allen is keeping the hatch clear from the leapers.
They cannot fire anymore shells because it would be suicide over everything. All they could do was use the guns on the front and back of the tank.

"We have hit something. We cannot move this heap." A driver said cursing at the tank.
"Don't worry I got it." Allen said grabbing athe nearest soldier. "Lie down on the floor. Aim up and shoot anything that pokes it's head in. Im clearing the steet a little" Grasping him with both hands on the mans shoulder's. "Give me some explosives im tossing them in the street to pave me a little path."
The man who carries the shells back and forth handed him everyone's grenades, rags, alcohol, and cannon balls.

Allen threw the balls into the street by letting them roll of the tank. Next threw shells as far as he could in every direction. Poking his head out a leaper took his mask.

The flashes started to cloud his vision. Allen reacted taking a pistol out blowing his brains everywhere. Crawling out he put his mask back on.

Pulling the pins from the grenades he tossed it where the shells and balls and rubble lies. The rubble didn't completely clear and the tank was still stuck.

"Don't move this bucket till I say otherwise!" Said Allen jumping down to the rubble.

The spitters and leapers began to ignore him like the ghouls in the vault with Tom and Susies men. This gave him time to move the rocks out of the way.

"We are coming directly over the city. Get ready for the fireworks." A voice over the mic said.

"Move the tank! Hurry!" He screamed. The tank began to move once again.
"Hurry. Get back in boss." a the mans head popped out covered by the mask. Next thing that happened a leaper yanked him out into the street. He left without a sound.
Allen had no choice but to crawl back in. As it moved away he gripped a handle on the side and made his way up. Inside nobody manned the entrance. Sliding in he scared everyone.
Laying back in the floor he shot more heads. The tank is barely back onto the long stretch of road. "Can this thing go faster?"
The driver shook his head.

Great. Just great. Theres no time to move anymore people out of the way and the air strike is going to bomb us.

The roar of planes came by. It opened the bomb hatches. It began to rain missles. The tank began to shake violently.
Everything began to feel weightless. With a hard gang the tank flipped with no way out. Outside the attack seists. The its like everything stopped in time. Just like the city

"Boss. Help me. The cannon ball snapped my leg." The last bomb carrier said with blood running down his face. The mask shattered.
"Everyone we have to make a break for it. I need somebody to help me get him out." As soon as he said it he realized nobody else was alive. Flashes started to cloud his vision again.
Taking off the guys mask he helped try to sit him up. The tank lie on its side. The hole closed. A smell off fumes woke him up completely. Allen began to kick at the side door with thick sweat running down his face.

Bang. Bang. Boom. The door shot out beating acrossed the level road into a crator.
Something very warm starts running down his back. He froze.

"Boss. Are you ok?" The man asked holding his leg.
"Yea. Just a scratch."  He lied. The scrap metal dug into his back through the bullet proof vest. He wanted to scream out but what good would that do.

Allen grasped the floor, slowly puuling the spike out. Once he did he grabbed hold if the only surviver through the door. They began to walk together with a limp on each and every step.

The ground is sticky with blood. Decay and fumes everywhere. A good distance away the tank exploded sinking into the sewers below.

Walking out into the tall grass Allen passes out.