Blood Guardians

Project: Blood Guardians

The world spun for quite a good amount of time. The world was black with a light over to the left that burned.  How in the fuck did I get here I thought to myself. I went to sit up a sharp pain went thought my left rib cage. "Sun of a bitch!" I yelped. A large screeching of metal went off behind me. I reached for my pistol, it wasn't in the holster in fact i didn't even feel my pants. "Cheap ass uniform..." I mumbled to myself.

"Holy shit! I need a medic over here stat! We got a live one!"

I heard about 3 different sets of footsteps walking around me. One of them hollered "We need to get this blade off of this soldiers legs." So that was what was holding me down. Burning flesh, an metal filled my nostrils. A sharp pain filled my legs I could feel them picking up the black hawk blade. "SON OF A BITCH!!!" I yelled in pain. They dragged me out from the crash site. My memory was fogey , I could barely remember my name... Jason... shit I cant even remember my last name... Once they stopped dragging me from the crash site. I could smell salt an a touch of burning wood. My vision was slowly returning to me. I could see the outlines of there faces an slowly the rest of there face. I looked down at myself an I was charred I had half a pant leg the other one was rapped around my leg where i guess there was a deep cut. 

| I will write more as it comes to me. Yes I am back... for a while.|

My surroundings came to me slowly but surely. I was on the side of a camp streached out on a peice of metal what felt like was shot threw a few times by something above small arms fire. The men who rescured me were our scouting team that were sent 4 days ahead of us to recon a small base that was said to be there arms depot. The one that said he pulled me out of the reckage the others called him Rambo. The one who found me has been called Redneck. The medicial officer among the men is called Doc.

I sit up on the metal an go to stand. My knee gives out an I tumble back down to the ground. "SON OF A BITCH!!" I shreak in pain. Doc rushes over to where I fell to help me back up. "Ahh good your awake."  "Yes I am an I can see now!" I reply through the gasps of pain. "So whats your name soilder?" Doc asks. "I am Specalist Jason Hazard of the 4th Battalion of Army Ranger. But everyone just calls me Reaper. I have 850 confermed kills out on the feild. So uhh wheres the others Doc?" "Oh there just scavenging the wreckage for weapons an food."