Extraction Point

CHAPTER 1

Their was a loud crash shortly after a rocket whistled by Sgt. Major Verchov head.
Sgt. Major Vladmir Verchov was a 7 in. war hardened soldier, and leader of Rapier Squad of the Spetsnaz. Shortly after his transport helicopter was shot down by a RPG-7 he found him self fighting the "Obsidian Snakes" a group of terrorist who seek only chaos. To his dismay, he and his squad happen to be in a moderately irradiated area of the city with no equipment suitable for handling the radiation.

After 30 minutes of fighting and no friendly casualties, a Apache Longbow attack helicopter arrived at his position. He saw rockets fly at the helicopter but all attempts to shot it down failed. He heard the roar of the M134 Vulcan mini-gun and saw one by one the terrorist drop. When the area was cleared he saw over the horizon, two transport helicopters. He could not help but smile.

When he finally arrived back at HQ he was treated for radiation poisoning, luckily it was minor and shall have no long term effects. After the treatment he went back to his quarters to rest, after ten minutes of rest he heard his door open. He opened one eye half way to see who it was. It was Corporal Dimitri Umverrov. Verchov sat up in his bed with a questioned look. As if reading his mind Umverrov answer the very question Verchov was thinking. "Sir the General want to see you, he said it's Priority one. Also he said to get your squad too." Surprised, Verchov sprang out of bed, the General never used, "Priority one," unless the world was at stake. Without saying a word he got dressed and paged his squad members and started heading for the generals office.

General Narchove Ulcary was a stern, 50 year old, General that played by the book. As Verchov walked into his office with the rest of his squad he spoted 2 helicopter through the one large window in the office. He felt a knot in his stomach. The general opened his mouth and said " I'm going to make this quick, you will be fully filled in on the situation in the helicopter. Their has been a viral outbreak in France and it's spreading fast. All of the infected are extremely aggressive, and have reverted to a more primitive stage. In other word, they become 'Zombies.' Also they have become impervious to pain so it may take multiple bullets to take them down. Your mission is to rescue as many survivors of the infection as you can in the city of Stalingrad." Shortly after the general finished his briefing a soldier escorted Rapier Squad to a helicopter

On the helicopter Verchov was given a Bizon-2 SMG, a Saiga 12K shotgun, and a Desert Eagle. He had a unsettling feeling in his stomach. As the helicopter landed, he felt like something was going the go wrong. He will soon learn to his great dismay, he was right.

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I like it too. Especially how you actually made it Russian (names, cities, etc.)

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CHAPTER 2

“Come on! Move it!” screamed Verchov as the helicopter landed. Stalingrad was in complete chaos, there was screaming and moaning everywhere. Verchov aimed his Bizon at the infected as they charged his position. It took 15 rounds to take one down. Some of the infected were gray and some were slick with blood, but Verchov’s mission was not to kill the infected; his mission was to rescue the survivors.

45 minutes into the fight, extraction one and two where full and lifting off. That left only extraction three left. Rapier squad was low on ammo and the infected kept on coming. Verchov was just about to order a retreat when suddenly extraction three flew over his head and crashed into the ground. He quickly turned around. Behind him was a 13ft. tall abomination slick with fresh blood. “CONCENTRATE FIRE ON THE GIANT RED ONE!” Verchov screamed. Rapier squad fired all their bullets on the Behemoth. In less than 25 seconds it fell to the ground and over the horizon the sun was rising.

10 minutes after the sun came up there was no infected activity. Verchov figured the infected were sensitive to light. Verchov took this 12 hour of rest to his advantage. First he tried to radio HQ--all static. Next he had his men scavenge for ammo and resources-- they came back nearly empty handed. Last he used the metal from the helicopter crash to barricade a small building. By the time he was done all this it was nearly night. He then heard a deep roar… the infected where coming.

The sound of bullets flying through the air was the only sound besides the moan of the infected. Rapier squad was well fortified in the building but the infected were nearly infinite. Three hours into the battle the barricades fell. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone was outside of the building firing at the infected. It was Pvt. Boris Umorove, a raw recruit out of boot camp. He was young and stupid. He was armed with a M60 and was firing wildly at the infected. Verchov noticed that the infected where mostly heading towards Boris; the infected reacted to sound. He could use this to his advantage. All of Rapier squad was armed with a gun that emitted high frequency sounds; it was called The Mantis . As he was pulling out his Mantis he saw Boris consumed by the infected, not to soon later he heard blood curdling scream. He fired his Mantis, and as he predicted all the zombies headed to where the Mantis was aimed. He then ordered one of his squad members to fire a RPG at the crowd of zombies. A smile crossed his face as he saw limbs rain down and the sun rising.

After the assault he let his squad mates sleep and rest. Suddenly he felt tired too, all that kept him awake throughout the night was pure adrenaline. His knees buckled from fatigue. The world faded away.

Nice. I think you could have explained the attracted to sound thing andwhy he used a rpg better though

he used one because all the zombies where in clump so he could kill them all in one shot

ooh ok thanks for clearing that up

That is what they need in this game. RPGs and Rocket Launchers(bazookas)

yes it isnt an mmo without rpg shit

agreed
they also need weapon attachments

eh attachments not so much i mean what is there? bayonet, laser sight, flashlight(already used), nade launcher (would defeat the purpose of the weaopon category)
Only ones i see useful would be the bayonet and laser sight

silencer lowers aggro
Red dot sight improves accuracy
high capacity clip improves capacity of ammo
weapon shield improves endurance
Barrel upgrade improves damage and aggro
Firing mechanism upgrade improves firing rates

Each attachment has 10 levels of effectiveness

heh didnt really think that long about it but you have a point. And only certain weapons can use the attachments though

CHAPTER 3

The infected were coming in from all sides. There were about five behemoths and about one thousand of the infected. All of Verchov’s squad was dead, and he was extremely low on ammo. “Click” damit he was out of ammo, he would have to make a run for it. Suddenly Verchov felt himself be lifted off the ground and thrown into the horde of infected. He was falling into a deep abyss of darkness. All darkness. “Verchov… are you their” he suddenly heard. He looked around and realized he was lying on a carpeted floor.” Verchov please respond” he heard again, it was coming from his radio. Suddenly it hit him, what just happened was a nightmare. Verchov dashed for the radio. “Hello… are you still their… HELLO!”... “Dam good to hear from you” was the response. “Who is this?” Verchov demanded. “It’s Ulcarry” responded the general “ what is your location.” Verchov took a brief look at the GPS he had been carrying. “Map grid 51.5, 35.2” he told the general. “I’m guessing you are low on ammo, if you want to survive this night head north 3.45 miles. There should be weapon depot” the general said before he was cut off by static. Verchov looked at his watch, it read 5:47 PM. If he wanted to survive he would have to get moving.

After awakening his squad he immediately and packing, he immediately got moving. 56 minutes later Verchov eyed a warehouse. He busted down the door and in the warehouse were crates and crates of weapons and ammo.

Most of the crates were ammo but some yielded state of the art weapons. Verchov traded his Bizon-2 for a M8 and his Saiga-12K for a Pancor Jackhammer. By the time his squad was ready the sun started to set.

To Verchov surprise, there was none of the infected anywhere near. But about 5 hours into the night he saw 3 jeeps drive into the warehouse. He told his squad to stand down. Out of one of the Jeeps he saw one of Russia’s most wanted and one of the Obsidian Snake’s leaders, Victor Luiciney. He ordered his squad to fire after he fired. With a Barret 50.cal (which happen to be in the crate next to Verchov) he scoped Victors head, and fired. He heard a loud CLINK, he looked and saw Victor still had his head attached so he knew he missed. Next thing he noticed was a rocket and bullets flying over his head. He ordered his squad demo-man to fire his RPG. He heard a loud crash as he saw 2 jeeps burst into flames. Suddenly he saw Victor run out the back door. The chase was on.

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CHAPTER 4

Verchov could hear his boot as it made contact with asphalt. He knew Victor would not get away alive. He was to shoot him at first sight. He had left his squad back at the warehouse. He hoped that he made the right choice.
It had been 5 minutes and he had no sight of Victor. Verchov swore under his breath for allowing Victor to escape. As he returned to the warehouse he saw only 5 infected. As he walked into the warehouse he saw his squad got one of the jeeps working. They also knew that he lost Victor from the expression on his face. But his squad had good news. A young Corporal named Stalin Yurri step up. “Sir” he said “We have been in contact with the general. He says that we have to get to the old military HQ for extraction. He sent us the coordinates; it should be uploading on your GPS now. Also he says we have 5 days to get there.” Verchov checked his GPS. The extraction point was 350 miles away. He had to move.

As the Jeep roared down the road the sun started to rise. But that didn’t mean he had a safe ride. So far Verchov had spotted and neutralized around 15 Obsidian snakes in 18 minutes. Suddenly Verchov saw a bright glare right in front of the car. It looked like it was heading towards him. “SHIT… TURN THE CAR AROUND” Verchov screamed at the driver “RPG COMING RIGHT AT US.” Too late. There was a large explosion. Blood spattered over the wind shield. Blackness.

“Where am I? What happened?” Those questions raced through Verchov mind once he woke up. He was tied to a chair. Why. It took him a second to realize he was being held captive. He looked around. He was in a small concrete room with a one way window, a table, and a door. He must be in an interrogation room. Suddenly he felt an agonizing stinging pain in his back. His vision started to blur and then nothing.

He woke up to see two men in the room. It was Victor and somebody he could not make out. His vision was still blurry, and he felt horrible, but he fought to stay conscious. He heard the two men speak in German. Verchov could understand some German due to his training. The two men were debating whether they should kill him now, or interrogate then torture to death. This had not been the first time he had been captured by the Obsidian Snakes. They were brutal. Once he and a friend had been captured by them while in Africa, they electrocuted, wiped and then skinned his friend alive. He was about to be skinned but his squad saved him. That was his last thought before he fell unconscious.

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I have not posted a new chpter for awhile
i will have a new chapter tommorow

dam, this is a great story keep it comin

thanks ive been really busy with a crap losd of homework because of the end of the year so each chapter should be awhile

well i understand and i cant wait to read the rest this is a really good story

CHAPTER 5

What a horrible site this is. Once a bustling city full of lively people, now a wasteland. This was the thought that crossed Capt. Roy Redgerd as he flew over Stalingrad in a Chinook helicopter . Capt.Roy was a five foot tall ranger that had two PhDs. One from West Point, and one from Harvard. Shortly after Russia joined NATO after a viral outbreak, Roy and his squad, Azure squad, was sent on a search and rescue operation to find a captured Sergeant Major named Vladmir Verchov. Suddenly Roy’s CO ,Major Leon Westing, came up to him. “Listen” Leon said “You have to keep a low profile. Stealth is of the essence. We can’t let the enemy know we are there. You got that?” “Got it” Roy replied. “Then get your weapons because we are landing in five minutes.” Leon said then walked away. Roy was armed with a USAS shotgun, a M4 SOPMOD, and a Colt M1911. Roy suddenly felt a thud. A giant red hand came flying through the side of the helicopter. There was a loud roar. Suddenly Roy lurched to his side. He heard a terrible moaning as the helicopter tried to take off. No avail. The helicopter burst into flame as it came crashing to the ground. Roy opened his eyes but it was blurry. To his luck he was flung out of the helicopter in the crash. He saw someone walk out of the helicopter… on fire. It was the pilot. He thrashed on the ground until the red abomination picked him up and threw him to the floor. Then two figures came out of the back of the helicopter. They looked fine except for a lot of scratches. One had a P90, the other had a M60E4, and the other had a M16. They shot the abomination in unison. It ran at the three but started to stumble and eventually fell. The three figures came at Roy. He knew he was somewhat safe. He then let himself drift off to dreamland.

Chapter 5 was somewhat short because i have a crapload of homework so i just made this in my small amout of free time since i havent made a chapter in a while

CHAPTER 6

Their was suddenly a piercing light as Roy opened his eyes. Was he dead? Was their actually a Afterlife? Roy wasn't the most spiritual person so he feared that hell was real. As Roy's eye adjusted to the light he realized he was a small, but lavish apartment. Suddenly he relized he was lying on a soft mattress. Roy noticed a man sitting on a small bench besides him. " What happened" Roy muttered. The man quickly looked up. "So your awake... We were attacked by a super zombie or something. You were knocked out in the crash." Roy immediately identified the man to be Master Sergeant Kennedy Smith. Kennedy was about 30, 6Ft 7inch bald man with a mustache and a western accent. "Who else survived" Roy said weakly. " Me, you, Leon, and Lieutenant Albrecht Richtofen" Richtofen, though highly unstable, was a genius beyond all limits, and a Master at all weapons. If not for being a sociopath, he would Probably be a Supreme Commander of the US army by now. Suddenly the bedroom door swung open. Leon came charging in. "WE HAVE TO MOVE NOW. THE INFECTED ARE COMING. I HAVE A JEEP READY. HURRY!" Kennedy sprung up and grabbed a M16. He then gave Roy his side arm. A USP 45. and pulled Roy up. As Roy gained balance Kennedy rushed out the door followed by Roy.

"Oh Look, It head exploded how BEAUTIFUL" Screamed Richtofen in a high pitched voice as he shot a Zombies head of with a USAS. Richtofen was German so he spoke a with a accent.
The jeep was in fairly good condition and in the apartments parking lot. As The infected were approaching from all sides as Roy got into the Jeep. Leon was driving and Richtofen was riding Shotgun. So Roy got in the back with Kennedy. The jeeped roared as it sped forward running over a few Infected. Their was a trail of zombies behind the jeep. Most covered in blood.