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[Babel]

It's the year 1942... American Forces are in the heat of the Island Hopping Campaign against the fierce Japanese Empire. The U.S. Navy managed to come across a large island and, with planes surveying the landscape, it looks to be a strategic checkpoint if the Japs ever try to counter attack according to the high mountains and deep looking caves. Within a few weeks of the discovery, the Allies immediately send in the troops to set up camp and get a better look at the interior of the island. However, disaster strikes after an hour after the camp is set up. Swarms of...wolf/Human hybrids come charging from the forest that surrounds their camp. The soldiers in the camp try to fight back, but they are soon torn apart by katanas, claws, and sharp teeth. Now the hybrids push the remaining soldiers back to their ships and the ships are forced to pull away from the island.

Four months of careful planning has passed and the Americans are forced to invade the island with their many ships, superior guns, and the will to win skyrocketing within them.

Idea by Puzderhero




I hope you don't mind that I copy and pasted. I was getting writer's block trying to rewrite it differently. ^^'​

 

[Babel]

(Alright, I guess we can start now! ^^)


(Sorry if this first post is not very good.)


Ulla was awake. It was very early in the morning, about four actually. She was tired, but could not sleep. Ever since those weird people came, the ones with strange ears and no tails wearing clothes that looked alike, she had not been able to really go to sleep. Sure, those people were gone, but who's to say they won't come back? It had been four months already, Ulla should be calm by then. She was not the only one though. Her father was also nervous, even if he didn't show it. So were some other kemonominis.


The young lady sighed and decided to just get ready for the day and go out and do something rather than sitting in her room worrying. She washed up and dressed in her usual attire (pretty much what she is wearing in her picture. Or anything like it). After quietly walking through to house so she would not make up her father, she head out into the forest, looking for something to do. She would have gone to the beach, but considering those giant machines that were like scary boats had been there, Ulla considered it unsafe for now. She started to whistle to pass the time.

 

[Puzderhero]

"Alright, we have the order! Let's get you boys over to that hell-hole in one piece!"

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The rev of the small boat's engine roared before it detaches itself from the USS Iowa battleship and sets out for that mystical, but dangerous island. Phil, along with his squad mates and a few other men seated on the boat, are to be the first wave of many marines attacking the island. Most of the men in their boats thought they were being sent to their brutal deaths after seeing what the hybrids dierd to their men before, others thought of this as a chance for honor and a quicker end to the war, but Phil thought of this as an opportunity, an opportunity to find the killer of his younger brother Kyle. He was filled with vengeance, the other thing set in his mind is to find that murderous bastard, kill him, and end this conflict on this hybrid-infested island. The soldier has his garand out, fully loaded, and the butt of the rifle resting flat on the ground, he's also looking down at the ground and already thinking about their current mission.


"...Sarge? Sarge!" A voice calls from beside Phil. Phil turns his head to see a fellow squadmate beside him, by the name of Corporal Simmons. "...What is it, Simmons?" Asks Phil. "The Briefing?" Said the Corporal with a hand gesture that panned over the other soldiers in the boat. Phil grunts in annoyance, he hated doing the briefing, but he had no choice as he is a sergeant and he is in the highest position of power in his squad. Nevertheless, the sergeant stands up from his seat and the men immediately look up at him. "Alright men, listen up! Today we've been tasked with the 'highest' honor of taking the beachhead and waiting for the rest of the fleet to take control of the remaining beachheads surrounding the island. Since our fleet has ships surrounding the entire island, this mission could either go as planned, or be fucked up like it was in the beginning! I'm expecting every single one of you to be on high alert and ready to gun these bastards down if need be! Private Thomas..." He looks over to a soldier who, quite frankly, looks excited to enter the battlefield. He is equipped with an M1 Flamethrower, obviously ready to deal some carnage out there. "...Don't get too full of yourself with that thing. We've been ordered NOT to just randomly attack these things on site unless we've been confirmed that they're hostile. Do I make myself clear?" With a dissapointed sigh, Private Thomas gives out a quick "Yes sir..." and slumps down on his seat.


"Two minutes left until we reach land boys!" Said the boat driver. "Roger that. Squad, form up!" Private Thomas, Corporal Simmons, and a medic named Richard Thompson get closer to the sergeant, ready to hear their orders. "Okay, this is how things are going to go down..." As Phil explains to his squad the positions and plans for the beach operation and the following forest operation, the boats are drawing closer and closer to the island, and even as his mind is totally focused on this mission and his squad's safety (Still set on the killer too.) He can't help but feel he's being watched by something on the island, like a pair of eyes trying to reach down into his soul.

 

[Babel]

Ulla, who had been not really paying attention where she had been going, ended up closer towards the beach that she had planned to go. She didn't even know she was that close until a strange sound reached her ears, perking them up completely. It sounded like a loud hum. Not just loud, but oddly rough. The hum was also accompanied by the sound of splashing water. Out of pure curiousity, Ulla headed towards where the noise was coming from.


As she was about to set foot out of the forest and onto the white sand, Ulla stopped. It might be safer to see what the noise was from afar. Just in case. She crouched down and peered through the branched and leaves of a bush so she could see the water. What she saw struck worry into her. In the distance, one of those large boats, closer to the island was a much smaller vessel, which was creating the noise, and was filled with those people dressed like the ones from months before. She saw that they had their weapons with them too.


Once Ulla saw one small boat, she noticed others. Surely all this noise will attract the others, she thought. Sure enough, others of her kind appeared around her, also hiding behind the foliage, watching the boats closing in on the beach. Many of them had weapons, ready to defend their home again if they needed to. Ulla herself got out a dagger from her little pouch, just in case she also needed to fight.

 

[Puzderhero]

"Closing in on the beach! THIRTY SECONDS!!!"

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Phil heard the driver give that one loud shout and nodded his head, then turning to all the men on the boat. "Men, bayonets on the rifles!!" He commands, reaching into his pocket and attaching a knife-like object near the end of his Garand's barrel. Most of the men do the same with their rifles, except three men who had Thompson machine guns, two other men who brought mortars, and Private Thomas who only brought a flamethrower and a handy bunch of grenades with him. The bayonets were as sharp as ever, the men at the first camp only had a few thompsons and a Browning machine gun. These weapons and attachments are unlike anything the Kemonominis have ever seen before in their lives, quite intimidating to say the least.


The men in the boat stand up as the boat rumbles once it hits land, then suddenly stop. There's a moment of silence before Phil signals the man closest to the large door that leads out to the beach. "...Open it, soldier." He commands the man softly but in a stern and hard tone. With a hard push, the doors fully open and the soldiers come pouring out from their boats (4 total on this beachhead.) shouting commands to each other and keeping their weapons up, ready for any possible attackers.


"Thompson! Take Thomas and get a position behind that dune! SIMMONS! Stay back, and protect the mortar teams until the second waves arrive!" Phil's squad listens and they take up their positions. The sergeant begins looking around the area, looking quite pissed at what he sees. "Where the hell is our megaphone vehicle?!" Simmons asked a young-looking machine gunner. "Sir! It was moved to the third wave sir!" This filled Phil with rage, but he doesn't show it to his fellow soldiers, he doesn't want to make a fool of himself. "Alright... Fine. I guess we talk to these things up close then... Keep watch of that forest, son. When you see those things charging out with murderous intentions, you keep pulling that trigger until they are all lying on the ground in a heap of limbs and blood... Understand?" Phil asks the soldier with a dark tone. The soldier's response is a nervous nod, but regains a tight posture with a proud "Yes sir!!" and returns to his position. Sergeant Phil is proud of the young man's willingness to fight, patting him on the back lightly and turning over to the remaining soldiers. "Alright men, hold this beach until we hear the order!"

 

[Babel]

Whispers started to go around through the group gathering in the brush, all watching the people land on the beach. It was mostly about how loudly the people talked. A lot of them did not expect the strange people to come back after the carnage they had caused. What was their reason for being there? Taunts to go out there in the open were snickered, followed by a few punches in the arm or a smack to the back of the head. Children watched with wide eyes at the machines the people had with them while clinging to their guardians.


Finally, an elder arrived. Usually he had a warm, grandfatherly look to him, but not at that moment. He was stoic and rigid like a big rock. Confidently, he walked out onto the beach, weapon not drawn so he would not be seen as a threat. Some of the men followed him out. Ulla watched them, then got up and followed too, wanting to get a closer look at them. She had set her dagger back into her pouch. Other girls around her age ended up following her.


"Who is in charge?" the elder's booming voice asked, crossing him arms. His voice was demanding and had a hint of irritation in it. The men around him seemed to guard him. Technically, the elder was not actually their leader. It was just that everybody trusted him with important decisions and advice. Ulla looked at him then at the uniformed men in front of them.

 

[Puzderhero]

When the elder first shows his face, a soldier sees him and points out screaming "CONTACT FRONT!!" The other soldiers hear this and immediately aim their weapons at the elder, even Phil. With that one question boomed out by the elder hybrid, every soldier started muttering to each other in confusion, then shouting at each other in arguement over who the current leader is. This goes on for a few minutes, but the voice that rises over all of them quiets the soldiers down. "IT'S ME! I AM THE LEADER!!!" Who did that voice belong to? None other than Sgt. Phil Wilstein! Other soldiers turned around and would cuss him out, but they knew of Phil's experiences in Europe against the brutal Nazis, and they turned back to the elder without another word spoken.


"Weapons down men, but stay alert." The sergeant says, and the men slowly lower down their weapons while glaring at the elder. "I am truly sorry about this mister, shall we speak somewhere more... Private?" Phil asks the elder in a calm and formal tone.

 

[Babel]

"I see no problen with speaking here," the elder said calmly. "And frankly I do not trust you enough to speak to you in private," he added. "Now, I have just one question," the older man began. "Why are your people here?" he asked him. It was a simple question. It was the question on most of the community's minds. It would help get them one step closer to figuring out what to do with these loud people.


As the elder spoke, more whispers were spoken among the group around him. Like what the machines they had with then were for. They looked rather intimidating. Ulla joined in with the whispering with some of her friends that had also been attracted by the commotion. Some children were there, staring wide-eyed at the people and their clothing. Why were they all generally dressed the same like that? And how come they're own people did not have machines like that? The little boys in the group thought they looked cool.

 

[Puzderhero]

(Sorry that it took me such a long time to post. Here it is!)


Phil glances around the elder, seeing the young ones, the women, even the guards. They all look so... Human, but they aren't at all because of the wolf feet and ears that are currently perked up (Sharp teeth and claws included.). The sergeant looks around at the wolf-people behind the elder, even some of the soldiers around him for a while until he looks back at the elder and takes a step forward.


"Look..." He starts,"I feel for the safety of both of our people, and the least chance of ending this with conflict, we talk alone. Just you and me, no weapons, no lies, just you, me, and the truth." He says in one of the most honest ways he could ever say it, slowly putting his weapons down on the sand, even his pistol which was hidden in his back pocket to show he's serious.

 

[Babel]

The elder watched the man in front of him. He thought about it, then nodded. "Alright," he said and set his swords and a dagger on the ground as well. "Let us speak over here," the older man said and headed back into the trees, motioning for his own people to stay where they were. A lot of them looked worried about his choice, but did not argue. Some just sat down on the sand and occupied themselves.


Ulla was one of the ones who did not like the elder's choice. She did not trust those strange people. But, she was not going to question it and just sat down with her friends and whispered with them. Their main subject was the uniformed men and their weapons. They were trying to figure out what some of them did and what they were made of.


(Sorry about the short post. ;^

 

[Puzderhero]

The sergeant looks behind him at the other soldiers, they look worried as they turn their guns away from the wolf hybrids. Phil sighs, then leans toward his men. "Don't worry men, this won't be long... Just stay alert, be ready to fire at these things if they come at you with murderous intentions, and keep watch of...Him." He said before pointing at Private Thomas, who looks even more embarrassed this time because of his past actions in the Solomon Islands and the one battleship he invaded, which resulted in the brutal deaths of all the soldiers inside, during the Battle of Midway. The men nodded their heads while others already got near Thomas while the order was being spoken out. The sergeant was proud of his men's loyalty, even though they really aren't part of his squad.


Phil follows the elder into the forest, near the area where the first men were slaughtered. "Alright, now that we're alone i'll answer your question." He clears his throat, and finally answers the wolf man's question. "We were first brought here to build an encampment on this island against the Japanese Empire. Seeing how your elevated positions, large vegetation, and possible strategic flanking positions within the forest, we couldn't waste time in trying to get as many men here as possible. However..." Now the once calm and light toned sergeant turns into one that sounds aggravated and a little too serious, "...Due to the actions your people have performed on our soldiers, we have no choice but to take this island by force... Unless we can come up with some form of agreement." He finishes, then crossing his arms and waiting for the old wolf's response.

 

[Babel]

The elder listened, the hard, stoic look still firmly planted on his face. They hardened even more at the last part of the explanation. "You have no right to take anything by force," he told him. "This is our home, and we are not in the conflict you are in," he continued, his tone becoming angry. As quickly as his temper flared up though, it went back down, realizing that getting angry was just going to make the situation even worse. "But..." he started. "Considering that some of my kind did act without thinking, we may be able to come to an agreement on this," the elder said. His people would not be happy with any agreement that they reached, but they were just going to have to get over it.


Back at the beach Ulla and some other had gotten up and were trying to get a little bit closer to the other group of people without aggravating them. They meant no harm, they were just curious. Some little children followed them around, also wanting to see the new things that the people had. Ulla tried to make them leave, but they would just complain and act like they were crying everytime she tried, no matter how nice she tried to be. So, she just gave up and let them follow. Surely they would not be seen as a threat anyways. One kid kept clinging to the skirt of her dress, which she found annoying.

 

[Puzderhero]

Phil shoots the elder a dark glance at the word "some". "...I am very pleased to hear you're acceptance into an agreement. Say, you mind if I... Show you someting before we get to terms on our agreement?" The soldier slowly walks forward, motioning the elder to follow him to a certain area of the Forest. It might be best to follow him, fissure to comply might result in revoking the agreement.


At the beach, one of the soldiers spots Ulla along with some of the little ones beside her, he smiles at them and edges a bit closer, trying not to make any sudden movements with his Thompson "Hi there." The soldier said calmly and softly towards Ulla and the younger kids. He does look friendly, noticing the curisoity of the kids, the man brings out his Thompson and sets it gently on the ground in front of him. "Interested in this I see?" He asked the little boys in the group, smiling at them and motioning his squad to come over.

 

[Babel]

The elder noticed the glare, and supposed the man had the right to that. He nodded and followed the other. He seemed a little wary, but pushed his worries aside for the moment. The old wolf looked back in the direction of the beach. He could not hear anything, so he assumed that that was a good sign. Nobody was fighting, so there was no danger. He looked back at the young man and continued to follow.


The children hid behind Ulla quickly when the soldier came towards them, eyes going wide. Except some of the older boys puffed out their chests to look tough. The younger ones copied them, but they all still had some fear in their eyes. Ulla backed up with the children and just nodded once as a greeting. The guy did not seem to mean any harm, so she was not too worried, bit still unsure about him being so close. When the soldier put down whatever he had with then the kids inched forward to see it. Ulla whispered to them not to touch it.

 

[Puzderhero]

Where Phil leads the elder is the destroyed encampment where the soldiers were brutally massacred. "See what 'some' of your people did to our soldiers? Our friends? And most importantly..." The Sarge stops at a head mounted on a stake, the only stake in the entire area, and points at it while giving the elder a harsh and furious look. "MY FUCKING BROTHER??!!!" He shouts so loud it nearly shakes the entire area. "It was YOUR people that did this! And just what did you do, huh? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO?!" This sudden change of character from Phil is surprising, it seems like he was holding this feeling for a very, very long time.


Back at the beach, the soldier's small squad of three come over and kneel down, smiling along with the soldier that called them. Despite Ulla telling the kids to stay behind her and to not touch the weapon, the soldier keeps smiling and puts the weapon away. "There... The weapon is gone. We would never hurt you, right guys?" With an assuring nod from the soldiers, they start putting their weapons down as well. "See? What did I tell ya?"


Suddenly, they hear a loud shout from the sergeant inside the forest, causing every soldier on the beachhead to mutter commands to another. "All hail?" One soldier mutters to the machine gunner from earlier, who soon nods with a quick, "...The Sarge." Every soldier on every beachhead on the island starts saying these things to one another, like it's a code of some sort. One rifleman comes up to the group near Ulla, "All hail?" He asks them, "What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" The friendly soldier asked, with his squad asking the same thing to the rifleman. The response is an immediate,"Come with me, now." He commands with a stern tone, already walking towards one of the small boats perched on the beach. Without much of a choice the squad follows the rifleman, the friendly soldier giving one last smile to Ulla, "Don't worry, it must be some secret message to call role and we missed the briefing. I hope we meet again!" With a final wave, he hurries back to his group, some soldiers not from the squad glare at Ulla and her group of young ones as they pass and... are they preparing their weapons?

 

[Babel]

The elder followed, and stayed calm as the man bursted out every bit of his anger. He looked at the head and seemed to grow pale. He had not known about that. His people had never exhibited that kind of behavior before. It was surprising. No, more than surprising. Horrific. The elder turned back to the man, and spoke.


"Well, we had imprisoned them because we were not exactly sure what to do," he started, "since, I assure you, the majority of our kind would never dare to kill anybody," he said. "But..." he took a deep breath, "now that I see this...I see that they deserve a more...brutal punishment," he continued. "And so, we will give them to you, and you may do what you wish with them," he concluded. "I'm sorry if that is not enough, but that is all I can do without letting harm come to anybody else who doesn't deserve it."


Ulla seemed to lighten up a little as the weapons were set down. She took her dagger put of her pouch and threw it a few feet away on the sand. The children smiled and began to examine the men's uniforms and touch them. They were a much heavier fabric than their kind wore, which was flowy and light. Did the men wear their heavy clothing all the time? Ulla stayed back, more comfortable, but not completely trusting.


The mood instantly changed when they heard the shouting. The children became scared and scampered back to Ulla's side. Ulla let them cling to her as the strange people starting talking amongst themselves. She looked at the feiendly soldier and simply nodded and headed back to the main group with the children. The kids began to talk in hushed tones, confused and becoming scared.

 

[Puzderhero]

Phil looks at the piles of flesh that used to be American soldiers, and laughs at the elder's offering. "...Yes, mister! A punishment must INDEED be set upon a certain group on this island..." The sergeant says, finishing off with a more dark, insane tone rather than a formal and polite tone he's practically been using this entire time. The Sarge walks over to the dead bodies, muttering some inaudible mumbo-jumbo like he's... Actually talking to them, how odd...


While he talks, the sergeant spots something under a couple of dismembered arms and legs. When he moves them out of the way, he spots something that cracks a smile only a maniac can give: A Thompson machine gun, with a fully loaded drum round attached to it. He looks closer, gently scooting it towards him to get a better look. It's cocked, maybe the soldier it belonged to didn't have time to fire, but managed to get the weapon loaded and ready beforehand. Just a pull of the trigger could fill that old twig with bullet holes.


"Okay Mr.leader, we're done talking here. All I need for you to do is go back to your people and give them the good news." He stops for a second, lifting up the Thompson and positioning it up close to him, to a point where the elder can't see the gun at all. "Only... There is one more thing we need to discuss on our agreement."





Ulla can see multiple soldiers slowly edging their way towards the friendly group. Private Thomas, the flamethrower, is quietly moving up on the right flank with the squad sent to watch him...

 

[Babel]

The elder backed away. Just a few minutes ago the man before him had beem henerally polite. Angry, but non-threatening for the most part. Now, as he watched the man mutter, he doubted whether it was safe for him there anymore. Despite these feelings, he stayed there, keeping a stoic look on his face as he watched the man looks around in the bodies. Strange.


Once the man spoke to him again, the elder was about to let out a breath of relief and start heading as fast as he could back to his group. That thought flew away for the moment as the man continued to talk. "Alright," he said warily. "And what might that be?" he asked him. These were moments he really wished he was not the elder. Too much stress.


Ulla brought the children back to their waiting parents, who took them away back into the forest and to the feeling of safety in the villages. Ulla watched them, then looked towards the groups of uniformed people moving slowly. What were they doing? She wanted to follow, but decided not too and just watched them from where she was standing in the group.

 

[Puzderhero]

(Sorry for the long wait!!!)


"Well, I'll be sure to end this current relationship between our species quickly." He said darkly. "Now..." With a burst of speed, Phil stands and turns to the elder, the Thompson pointed at the wolf man from his hip. "HERE'S MY PROPOSITION!" Phil screamed before he pulled the trigger on the sub machine gun, spraying dozens and dozens of metallic projectiles at the elder, they go so fast that they are nearly impossible to dodge.


The soldiers on the beach hear those loud gunshots. As if on que, they scream a shout that is heard throughout the entire island, "All hail the sarge!" In that very instant, the soldiers near the boats shoot four of their own men... The friendly squad. The loud sounds of Garands firing, even the booming sounds of a BAR machine gun drown out the painful screams of the innocent soldiers as their bodies are filled with holes, bloody holes. Finally, the fire stops and the troops reload their guns, the friendly squad falling down to the ground one by one. The last soldier is that one friendly soldier from earlier. As he falls, Ulla can see him staring at her from the distance.


When that same chant is repeated numerous times after the deaths of the friendly squad, the soldiers immediately turn on the wolf people and start firing their guns at each and every one of them! Private Thomas is on the right side, unleashing his flamethrower upon the innocent Kemonominis with the laughter of a maniac. Any Kemonominis that try to charge at the men are instantly gunned down by the machine gunner. Hell, one of the Kemonominis get half their limbs blown off from the sheer force of that Browning Machine gun.

 

[Babel]

(That's alright! :3 I'm just happy you responded.)


The elder had no chance of surviving the attack. He was a strong man, but he was not strong enough to get through multiple holes being shot into his aging body. Nobody would be able to. Without even having the chance to speak, the elder fell down, eyes still wide open and his expression shocked and frightened.


Back at the beach children shrieked at the loud bangs coming from not too far away. Their sensitive ears were hurt from it, and they were swept away by their parents and carried back into the forest. Ulla seemingly frozen for the moment, watching as the friendly soldiers from earlier shot at the others. She saw the one man who had made the first friendly move get shot and killed, along with all the other ones, and started backing away, still not understanding what was even going on. It was all going so fast.


The young kemonomini was unfrozen by a sharp pain in her midsection. Without even looking to see what it was, Ulla picked up a very small child who was near his already-gone father and started running with him in her arms while he screamed and cried. Her goal was to get back home, hoping her father was still there and safe. Their cottage was away from most of the villages and well-hidden among the trees. Ulla felt some more stinging pains in her legs, but still ignored them. There was only one thing she knew for sure. Their elder was dead.

 

[Puzderhero]

Every soldier on the one beachhead shouted a victory shout as the Kemonominis started running away from them. As they continued the massacre by finishing off the injured, mortars near the small boats get into position, load in their shells, and fire at the retreating wolf folk, creating large explosions that are hard to dodge. These soldiers aren't the only rogue soldiers on the island... There are rogue squadrons located on the East, South, West, and North beachheads. The sounds of the massacre in the South caused a chain reaction, having them do much of the same to the poor, innocent Kemonominis.


Phil can hear gunshots and explosions Echo throughout the island, causing him to smirk and look back at the dying elder. "Hear that, old man? That's the sound of your friends, your families dying mercilessly under the wrath of an uncommon foe." He slowly walks over to the injured wolf-man, planting a boot in an area covered by bullet holes, giving the poor creature a very painful sting. "Gee, how familiar does that sound to you?" He asked the elder, clearly referencing the massacre in the camp.


"What the hell are those men doing?! They were supposed to negotiate with these hybrids, not massacre them! Now we have to deal with another damn island battle!"





"Sir! USS Revan and USS Siphon have reported that their first waves of soldiers are doing most of the same thing to these creatures. We haven't heard reports from USS Bombay, but we assume it's happening to them as well. Siphon also reports that the soldiers are chanting this one phrase, 'All hail the Sarge!' Over and over again."





"...Sarge? A seargent?! Which one? We had many of tho-"





"It's Phil Wilstein."





"Huh? Who the hell are you soldier? Why the hell did you gai-"





"Corporal Andrew, sir, Andrew Scottman. I know this is Phil because he's been sending me letters of his plans for these creatures... Here."





"Holy hell... How were able to obtain these?"





"Because i'm his most trusted ally, his friend. I've fought with him with France and North Africa. Unfortunately I had to stay in France while he was transferred to here in the Pacific. Later I hear from him his brother died, then a few weeks later I start getting plans from him that involve this hybrids, so I asked for a transfer here, got it, and now i'm here to put a stop to this massacre much like you guys are already planning to do."

 

[Babel]

The elder was already long gone by the time the other man started talking. His eyes were pointed towards the beach, but they saw nothing. His lifeless body just laid there.


Ulla heard loud booms from behind her back at the beach and somewhat into the forest . What was that?! She had never heard anything that loud before! She wanted to turn around and see, but resisted the urge and continued to run with the child, who was clinging onto her tightly and still crying his little lungs out, his face becoming red and wet from tears. He did not know what was happening. All he knew was that his parents were not around and everything was very loud.


The two reached the house, which looked untouched, thankfully. Her father came out and got the two inside quickly, not even bothering to ask any questions. Once inside he locked the doors and windows and lead Ulla and the boy into the basement. There he took the kid from Ulla and set him down and quickly began to tend to his daughter's wounds, which definitely were not superficial. She would love though, so that was all that really mattered.


The entire time they stayed generally quiet. Even the little boy's weeping had diminished into little hiccups and constant sniveling. There was nothing really to say at that moment. When Ulla was done being fixed up, for the most part, she just leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, trying to take everything in. The boy went to Ulla's father for comfort instead.