"Daniel! Thomas!" A woman calls up to them loudly startling them awake.
"Morning Lucy" Daniel greets her as he rubs his eyes.
"Heads up" she tells them and throws a small foil parcel up to them.
"Finally, I haven't eaten in days" Daniel mutters.
"What ... Is it exactly?" Angel asks examining the food he has been given.
"It's bread" Thomas replies getting an equally disgruntled look from Daniel.
"Your rations are shit" he tells them, as he attempts to bite down onto the bread.
"If you haven't noticed, we can't exactly grow nice things around here" Thomas snaps.
"When was the last time you had anything nice?" Angel asks.
"A few years after the war started, then, it was good old rations" Daniel replies holding up the bread he is eating as an example.
"Ahhhww ... Do you remember what chocolate tastes like" he asks turning to Thomas with a happy smile on his face.
"Please don't, I'll start crying" Thomas replies half-heartedly with a cheeky grin.
Angel smiles at the pair of them, but his smile quickly drifts away as he hears a familiar sound not too far off in the distance.
Chinooks can be seen flying overhead in the same direction they are all slowly advancing in.
"Looks like you are throwing everything but the kitchen sink at this one" he states, now standing up and looking through his binoculars again.
"What can you see?" Thomas asks.
"Oh shit" he snaps back.
"GET DOWN! TAKE COVER!" Angel suddenly begins to yell and immediately jumps on top of the two of them, pulling them in tightly as if to shield them both with his own body.
A mighty ruckus can be heard, as a round of shells that the troop aren't familiar with pelts down from the top of the hill.
A chinook is struck and immediately tares in-two, soldiers scream as they fall out of the open hull, with no chance of surviving the fall.
Another is struck and immediately bursts into flames before crashing into a tank on the ground.
"COME ON! COME ON! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Merissa can be heard instructing the troop as some prepare mortar rounds.
"Take aim and, FIRE!" She yells.
Around five mortar rounds cascade in the direction Merissa has chosen as a designated target.
"What the fucking hell was that?" Daniel asks shaking in quite a bit of panic.
"An eight tracked tank" Angel replies.
"Come on" he tells him, placing his hand out to help Daniel to his feet.
At the top of the hill, and slowly crawling its way towards them, a large vehicle that has eight tank like tracks driving it forward, armed with an array of guns can be seen.
"It's like a battleship for the ground" Thomas points out.
"Well this battleship is far too close for comfort, what the hell is going on at the front lines" Angel mutters whilst taking out a radio out from his rucksack.
Either side of them, as far as the eye can see, tanks and soldiers now scatter along the landscape, all advancing in a single line with them.
A group of soldiers huddle round someone with a radio.
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HAVEN: THE SKY SCRAPER
Ficção GeralThe war has been going on for ten years now, and quite frankly Daniel is sick of it. To make him even more miserable he has been separated from the love of his life, Mikey. The big players in the war are slowly moving in, with one exception remainin...
