Generation Fur

Chapter 11

I turned tail, and ran, smirking at the little pun I made in my head just now. I had a tail now, but couldn't share any of the jokes that I had because, well, I was Mute. I sprinted down the bridge with the tank shells exploding the bridge behind my feet, and I jumped off just in time as the ground underneath exploded, then the bridge groaned and collapsed. I mean getting shot with a tank shell would certainly be a quick death, but I did not want that to happen, so I dashed into the trees and made my way around, towards the tank.

The machine gunner automatically started to shoot at me as soon as the tank realized that I was going too fast for it's main turret, but I just put a bullet in their head before they could even get a few more seconds out of the gatling gun. I stopped behind the tank for a second before taking a grenade from my belt and climbing the top of the tank. The hatch had been closed as soon as they saw that their gunner had been killed, so it was going to be a little harder than just throwing the grenade in through the top, unless I wanted to take the chance of opening it myself, so I thought of another approach. The grenade was still active in my hand, and I could either go underneath and try and get it into the bottom hatch, or I could set it in their air intake vents and see if that does anything, or I could go with the riskier option and throw it through the turret.

I mean it was open, and the easiest to get to, so I just grabbed my hat, something that I had gotten from killing the other hostiles, and put it on the front of the turret. They mistook it as my just like I wanted them to, but the resulting boom was deafening, and I covered my ears best I could and shook my head to get rid of the white noise. Then I climbed down to the bottom front of the turret and I reached up and slipped the grenade in through the turret. Then I jumped from the tank and ran a safe distance before bending down and rubbing my head just as the grenade, and the tank, went up in flames.

Ow, I thought as I rubbed my ears. Once I was recovered enough I used one of those health packs and the ring stopped immediately. Then I went into the forest and climbed a tree while I waited for the next stage to start, stupid tank. I looked up to where the sky told me everything about this simulation.

Player Name: Umbra
Status: Hard Mode (wave 10/10)
Kills: 342 (300 headshots, 42 body/explosives kills)
Total Damage taken: 25% (of total health value)
Healing Items: 24 (Used: 1)

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It didn't even give me the heads-up of when more enemies were coming, but that made sense, there was never a warning for an ambush or a sudden arrival of reinforcements most of the time. I stayed up in the tree looking around, and then I saw flashes in the sky, and then some along the lower part of the highway, and I guessed there were more in the forest, but I didn't see where they were. I checked my guns and reloaded what I could, and then I saw why there were flashes in the distance

They had helicopters now! Really. A pair of attack helicopters just after a tank, that didn't seem fair. My fifty caliber bullets on the other hand didn't seem to care as they exploded from my gun and tore through their cockpit's windows. Blew apart the pilot's heads and making the helicopters spin out of control and crash to the ground, exploding dramatically.

I smiled and climbed down from the tree, the implant for my missing eye, and my new body deigned for hunting really helped me make my way around in the forest. I was a ghost, to them at least. I mean I was shooting one in the back one moment, and then another the next. They were either too confused or shocked to know what had happened or what to do about it. So when they started to shoot, it was just randomly, and a desperate spray of bullets through the forest. I just continued to pick them off one by one, not paying much mind to the bullets flying around me.