Sun Rays

Derrick

The idea was fairly simplistic, but more complicated for words

If you will, picture the first cavemen learning how to count things

Think of them laying rocks on the floor and holding up one finger

Yes…that's it. That's one

Picture him placing a rock and putting up an appropriate amount of fingers, his friend corresponding by doing the same

And then… Realizing they only have ten fingers

This must have been how stoning was invented. Oh yeah counting too.

 

So the idea was fairly simple, go out there, and find out why the fuck our men are missing.

My load out was a hand grenade, a riot shield, a riot helmet, a dessert eagle and an mp5. The guns had three extra clips.

They let us off somewhere in the forest where were instructed to shoot to kill

I don't even know why they chose to send us here. But me and five other men entered the forest, each jump out of the bulletproof van caused a loud crash of clustered leaves nearby.

 

We scanned the premises, using hand signals to tell each other to hold on, to come here, to close in on whatever this was. We were Neanderthals stalking our prey

But soon enough, some other leaves crinkled, they did not belong to our squad.

So we made a formation, one to the front, one to the back, and each side forming center in between our backs, if we shot look like be a rays of sunshine.

The fifth man leaded the herd as we went on, looking for that crinkling until it got closer

And closer

A swift air sound booms in the ears of those in danger. For a while, our hearts stopped and we froze.

The man in the front, his head went backwards, revealing and opened neck which somewhat reminded me of the springs on a jack in a box

This is where you realize, in a situation like this, that there's no ten to count.

We all began firing and scattering and I looked to my sides to see parts of my crew shooting each other, to see blood mist and to see somebody freeze, and then watch their torso slide off of their legs.

This is when the gun is knocked out of my arms and I'm crawling backwards, shooting with my desert eagle, and I can't hit this thing. He moves like a serpent, but looks like a mutant.

Then is stops and I seeing my whole crew laying there in several severed limbs, chopped to pieces, with their eyes wide terrified.

 

I feel drops of something hit my head.

It's this thing's slobber.

I attempted to roll backwards, to kick it, but it was there in mid air, so laying on my stomach I took my hand grenade out and before it got a chance to go lunge at my spine I lay on the hand grenade.