The Owl and Eagle

[Collapsible Myth]

The forest opens to a clearing, the ground shrouded by the canopy of the trees above. Ringing the perimeter in random locations are piles of scrap. Within one of the piles closest to the trio's location the smell of decay greets the senses, the mutilated body of a local villager. His limbs separated from his body serving as a warning to any that come near.

In the middle of the clearing sit several shelters built from the fallen trees and more gathered scrap. Inside the larger one that seems to be serving as a meeting hut, eight ghouls are gathered around a roaring fire. Slowly spinning on a spit the trio could see the form of a small figure. Off to the side of the large hut is a hastily built cage, inside are twelve villagers huddled together to keep warm.

All around them the forest appears to be slowly dieing. The bark of trees stripped bare and the undergrowth completely gone within the clearing.

 

[Jericho Blake]

((By spit you mean the cooking figure is run thru and dead? Or is it tied and struggling?))

 

[Collapsible Myth]

((run thru and dead))

 

[Jericho Blake]

Jericho gives a slow growl before he whispers. "So they like roasting... V, we do this your way." He lifts the carbine up to his shoulder, and fires off an incendiary grenade from the M203 into the middle of the ghouls.

 

[Mr. V]

V brings his MK. 48 to his shoulder and holds down he trigger, spraying the area with heavy fire as soon as the grenade goes off

 

[Collapsible Myth]

The hut erupted in fire and explosions of ghoul pieces. The fire in the middle grew ten times from the grenades as the surviving few that had escaped the initial blasts. With the rounds being fired from Jericho and V, shredding the hut through and through while the two ghouls that had escaped out from the back of the hut stumbled, bullets tearing through their legs. Their growls masking the pain with the rage boiling up from having their dinner interrupted.

The captive villagers lay collapsed on the ground of their cage, several of them holding limbs or their middle. Shrapnel had injured some but their injuries would prove to be non-life threatening.

 

[Jericho Blake]

Jericho advances at a steady walk, firing single shots from his carbine at any still-moving ghouls as he goes.

 

[Mr. V]

V approaches, following a few meters behinds Jericho, gun still raised sweeping to the left and right, making sure they didn't attract any more attention.

 

[Collapsible Myth]

Silence overtakes the clearing as the occasional snapping of the fire makes itself known. The captive villagers all stare to the two men as they approach, fear deep within their eyes. One villager stands, apparently the chosen leader within the captives "You must not come closer unless you value your lives"