By SrgtGreen
Apr 01, 2020
All 9 hours images? I call the picture style minimalistic flashbacks. Only important items are present, with a white background to draw attention to them. Do you like it? Be honest, I want to make this enjoyable for all you.
“It had been a month since the bombs dropped, and the United States military, or at least a part of it, had decided how to treat with the mutants. They would cure them. Cure us. And that’s why they woke us up when it was still dark out and brought us to the back of the military compound that I was stationed at. I was suspicious from the moment they had told us they had a cure. I figured it would take longer than a month, heck, longer than a year, even if it was possible.
So the commander brought us to the back of the compound and told us to take these injections. The first of the three of us, a pig headed mutant, gladly took it and walked to the side. The second was more hesitant, but still accepted it, yet he didn’t immediately use it. I, however, wanted some more information. I asked him how they worked, and he responded that it was way above his pay grade. Unfortunately, I was observant enough to realize that he was the compound’s commander. I asked him what the side effects were and he said he didn’t know. So I refused to take it. He insisted that nothing bad would happen, yet provided no proof. The other two mutants were now watching us intently.
He told me to, “Just take the darn thing!”
I was about to just walk away, leave the compound. I’d rather need an air filter to breath than not breath at all. Then he pointed his pistol at my head. He said, “Then I’ll cure you myself.”
I dropped behind a table so his shot went over my head. Before he could fire again, the second mutant, which had a metal looking head, tackled him as I flipped the table. The mutant knocked him unconscious as I dove on his gun. I tied him up, then looked for the third mutant. He was facedown on the ground and I checked him for a nonexistent pulse. Now we were the only two mutants in a compound with maybe a hundred soldiers who probably wanted us dead. The mutant pointed to the woods behind the compound, saying we should leave. So we left. I had no interest in staying to be cured.”
(So that’s part one. I’m thinking this will be 4 parts, but who knows. This is Srgt. Green telling his story to the TIN agent from my previous post.
Note: I’m not trying to write an origin story for the USRC, hence the small scale plan to deal with mutants.
I might post part two today. We'll see.)
“It had been a month since the bombs dropped, and the United States military, or at least a part of it, had decided how to treat with the mutants. They would cure them. Cure us. And that’s why they woke us up when it was still dark out and brought us to the back of the military compound that I was stationed at. I was suspicious from the moment they had told us they had a cure. I figured it would take longer than a month, heck, longer than a year, even if it was possible.
So the commander brought us to the back of the compound and told us to take these injections. The first of the three of us, a pig headed mutant, gladly took it and walked to the side. The second was more hesitant, but still accepted it, yet he didn’t immediately use it. I, however, wanted some more information. I asked him how they worked, and he responded that it was way above his pay grade. Unfortunately, I was observant enough to realize that he was the compound’s commander. I asked him what the side effects were and he said he didn’t know. So I refused to take it. He insisted that nothing bad would happen, yet provided no proof. The other two mutants were now watching us intently.
He told me to, “Just take the darn thing!”
I was about to just walk away, leave the compound. I’d rather need an air filter to breath than not breath at all. Then he pointed his pistol at my head. He said, “Then I’ll cure you myself.”
I dropped behind a table so his shot went over my head. Before he could fire again, the second mutant, which had a metal looking head, tackled him as I flipped the table. The mutant knocked him unconscious as I dove on his gun. I tied him up, then looked for the third mutant. He was facedown on the ground and I checked him for a nonexistent pulse. Now we were the only two mutants in a compound with maybe a hundred soldiers who probably wanted us dead. The mutant pointed to the woods behind the compound, saying we should leave. So we left. I had no interest in staying to be cured.”
(So that’s part one. I’m thinking this will be 4 parts, but who knows. This is Srgt. Green telling his story to the TIN agent from my previous post.
Note: I’m not trying to write an origin story for the USRC, hence the small scale plan to deal with mutants.
I might post part two today. We'll see.)