Brick closed his eyes, knowing this was how it was going to be. He knew he had no where else to go, nothing else to be in his miserable life as a societal burden. This had been done before, and it would again. He stepped forward, near Morgan as she turned and opened fire.
He kept his LMG...
Brick didn't understand these people and their incessant need to hole up in buildings. Barring the door in a building was just a slow death when cover wasn't required. Especially true for something that swarms. This whole thing would be there off rounded up and exterminated slowly. But he wasn't...
Finally, a nice formation, thought the Brick. The random running of everyone and the general mess of battle was frustrating to him. If the bug queen had been smart enough, she could've collapsed the building with tunneling. The platoon was lucky. He wasn't looking to drown in a sea of carnage...
Thanks, man.
I always thought it was a bit more exciting when people had to come up with even a loose physics explanation for their actions. Just feels more real and interesting, and less convenient. I'm more of a fan of the limited character than the overpowered king supreme ruler fighter...
This wasn't a good damn plan. This is a fucking disaster, Brick thought. They should have started with a shoot and scoot back to the company defensive line. And where the hell is the artillery and air support? He fired consistently until his power pack welas burning up, nearly melting. He felt...
Brick hadn't thought of himself as anything but a loner for a very long time. Having someone ask him what to do was foreign now, but his military training was kicking back in. He could see the battlefield, its lines and routes. Not much had changed in that respect. There were still a few crazies...
Brick was fairly confused on what the vampires were doing. Just fall back already, he thought, quit doing your own thing, you'll kill us all. He was going to give them one chance to follow plans and orders, Brick decided. Aria looked the easiest, so first she would be.
The LMG fire tore up...
Brick couldn't help but speculate what else in the world could have brought this ridiculous group of overly obnoxious fighters together. Were they heroes, monsters, a collection of misfits? He didn't really know. The bugs, they were easy to get. Breed and feed, simple enough. They also die...
Name: Brick (Mark Hester)
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A colossal man, he stands at six foot seven, and has the width of two men. There is little tone about his body, since he doesn't exactly work out per say, but he is immensely thick and strong from years of hard labour. Hands like...