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Black Betty - Edit by Spiderbait
Stars (Calvin Harris Cover) by OVERWERK
He was having a bad day. Kiroh was having a very bad day.
Sprinting through his green surroundings, he was extremely grateful for the helmet protecting his face. If it weren't for the headpiece, dozens upon dozens of branches would be colliding with his skin, scratching up his face and blinding him. And if that were to happen, then he would most certainly trip over something and fall prey to the monster behind him.
Speaking of said monster, it was the first thing Kiroh encountered when he found himself in this.... world, new world. It was right after he abruptly landed facedown on an oddly bright patch of grass.
When he got up, he immediately recalled the experience he had when he was in that void place. It startled him when he began to think of it. The entire view was just pitch black, not a single sign of life. And then he all of a sudden gets all his Regime gear back, a weird ghost bitch began shouting at him, then a bright light consumes him. Once the light left, he found himself lying around in a random-ass forest; one helluva day, one could say.
Back in the present, however, he now finds himself dodging trees and rocks that he could trip over. He still doesn't know what the hell he encountered, but it sent chills down his spine as he saw the horrifying creature. So much so that it caused him to sprint away immediately.
The creature he saw was some sort of dog breed—if you could call it that—that was completely covered in black fur. It only had three legs, two in the front and one in the back. When it turned to look at him, that's when he started to feel the heavy feeling of uneasiness and panic. The dogs face was simply a gaping hole full of endless rows of red-stained teeth. He wasn't sure if there were eyes, but he didn't want to figure it out.
As he's running he feels a force collide with his back. His eyes widen as he falls over, landing on his forearms to stop himself from face-planting. His gun flies out out his hands though, landing just a feet in front of him.
Kiroh whips out his pistol as he flips onto his back and fires a single shot. It lands deep in the dogs mouth. The creature lets out an audible whimper of pain before screaming wildly. It sounded like an unsettling mix of screeching and howling.
He fires another shot—landing where he assumes the brain would be—and aims at its legs. The dog's scream was interrupted by the bullet before it fell on its face from being shot in the leg.
It looks like it's about to scream again but Kiroh ensures that it doesn't. The soldier discharges a second shot right into its head, causing the ugly beast to flinch and drop on its side.
Not staring at the body for long, Kiroh holsters his pistol and picks up his rifle that was a foot or two away. He glances at the body for a final time, thinking of how it should've died from the first shot in the head, before running again.
After running for a few more minutes, he's panting frequently and slows down to jog. The bouncing of his gear is loud as his items collide on each other and his armor shifts with his body.
Catching his breath—even with his helmet covering his face—as best he can, he gets ready to run some more. He's stopped though, once he hears that cliche noise of bushes rustling on his right. Aiming his rifle at the bush, he prepares for the worst to come out.
Then it does. Two of those mouth-dogs jump out and attempt to rush him. Kiroh focuses on the right, letting out a burst of gunfire. It causes the monster to trip and tumble over itself.
He switches his aim to the dog on the left. Firing just in time, he lands several bullets near the dog's brain and a couple more in the wide mouth. It falls forward, skidding on the ground.
It's not over yet. The dog on the right surprises him and pushes him onto his back. In the short time that it takes Kiroh to recover from the fall, the dog is already on him. The ugly beast centers its head on Kiroh's helmeted face as it pins his shoulders down with its strong legs.
Trapped under the deceivingly heavy dog, the soldier struggles to use his rifle. He moves to use his pistol, letting go of his rifle.
As he does that, a second mouth starts to come out of the dog's large mouth. It's connected by a red and thin appendage originating from deep within its throat. It uncurls disgustingly with foul-smelling slob dropping on his visor.
The second mouth approaches Kiroh's helmet slowly, seemingly almost intentional. Like it was trying to produce fear in him...
But it doesn't work. When the dog could have tried to kill him right then and there, it had all the opportunity in the world. And now that's gone. Kiroh jams his pistol into the dog's gut and pulls the trigger four times.
As expected, the dog falls to the side and drops onto the hard natural ground. The soldier doesn't do anything, only laying there while panting rapidly. He stays like that while trying to lessen his panting.
Still laying there, he gets more control over his breath and gets up. He looks at the dog's corpse; several shots to the gut and several more around the head. As he scrutinizes the animal, he notices the liquid coming out of its wounds.
Black blood, there's no other color, just the color of pitch black. Raising an eyebrow, he raises his pistol at the beast. Standing right next to it, he nudges the creature with his foot. Kiroh expects something to happen, but it seems his curiosity only lessens as he confirms the thing to be dead.
Kiroh takes out his pistol magazine and slides in a new one from a pouch on his belt. He holsters the pistol and takes his rifle off the ground. Looking back at the two deceased dogs... dog-like things, he jogs away with his rifle in hand.
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"How do ya think the Spring festival will play out?" Daeny asked her associate. Her voice is slightly hoarse, showing her growing age and a bit of a country accent.
"I don't think there'll be any... uhh, interruptions, hopefully." The man, her associate, responded in a tone of uncertainty. Both of them seem to have the same accent. "If the traps we have, work, then we'll be havin' this festival without a hitch."
"I pray that's the case, but I got confidence in your work." She gave him a smile.
"Thank you, ma'am," he smiles back, "but don't just think I'm the only one that worked on it. The others provided most of the manpower. All I did was gather the materials."
She nods with a soft smile still on her face. "Well, thank you anyways, John." The man nods back.
He's about to say something else, but is interrupted when several shots are heard in the distance. Daeny and John look at each other briefly before the latter exits her office through the double doors. Following him, Daeny heads out as well.
As she walks down a staircase she overhears John and another man speaking.
"Wait-hold on. What do ya mean, exactly?" John asked a man dressed in blue fatigues and a bulletproof vest.
"I mean exactly what I'm sayin', sir." The battle-ready man shuts off his radio after chatter could be heard on it. "There's some sort of soldier out there tryin' get through the checkpoint. But he ended up bringing some of those void critters with him."
More shots are heard. Automatic fire, from several shooters.
"Are you sure you can handle it? Do you need the Vasi to back you up?" John asked the man.
"We've been handlin' jus' fine, sir. I'm sure this'll pass and we'll greet our new... company, I'm positive." The armored man rests his hands as they hold onto his belt.
An explosion is heard. More gunfire goes off.
"What in the Void was that!?" John's eyes widened as he looked out the nearby windows.
The blue-clad man was already talking into his radio and preparing to leave. He turns to John and says, "We'll handle it, sir. If we can't, then call up the Vasi to wipe 'em out." The man doesn't wait for a response and runs out the door, towards the gunshots.
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Kiroh mutters angrily, "Fucking dogs, now goblin-looking fucks!?" He fires at some sort of... red midget.
The ugly thing has dark red skin and rotting can be seen on certain parts of its body. If he were to guess, the red goblin-thing was about as tall as his waist.
Some armor, mainly a leather-looking vest and some low-quality pads, were on it. It's weapons—if you could call them that—were in horrible condition. You could tell just from seeing the rust and overall degradation that they were old and uncared for.
Enough thinking about what the ugly monster looked like though, it was time to kill.
Leveling his weapon with a goblin's thorax, he squeezes the trigger. The red midget is forced back by the sheer force of the bullets tearing through its chest. It falls hard on the dirt ground.
He sees another one trying to jump over a barrier of sandbags. Only a second passes before he puts several holes in the disgusting creature. Since it was mid-vault, the body got stuck on the sandbags.
"Grey is down!" Someone shouts from behind him. "Cover me!" Kiroh turns around and sees the guard he talked to earlier. Currently, the man is pulling a wounded person back towards cover. Probably Grey.
Turning back around to face forward, he sees one of those red fucks riding the 3-legged dog. A monstrous entity he met earlier when he first got into this world.
It jumps over some barbed wire and proceeds to focus on another guard defending this checkpoint area. The rider only has a spear, readying it to impale the guard. The guard, who saw it jump over, shoots at the midget-dog combo. Kiroh joins in on the counterattack. It causes the rider and its mount to fall and tumble forward, leaving nothing but a dead red goblin and a dying grotesque dog.
Finally crouching back into cover, Kiroh replaces his nearly-empty magazine and slides in a new one after depositing the used one.
"Hey! Kid!" The same guard—who's also behind cover—shouted at Kiroh. He gets the soldier's attention. "Get into the town! It's not safe!"
Kiroh only shakes his head and dismisses the man with his hand.
"Jus' get into the town! We'll handle-" The guardsman is cut off as an explosion engulfs his position. Kiroh squints his hidden eyes and faces away from the purple—wait, why the hell is it purple?—light. Turning back to see him, the soldier is met with the guard's guts spilling out and a heavily burned body.
"GOLEMS!" Kiroh heard someone yelling in the background. Another person repeated the same thing as they started to prepare something. "We're gonna hold these bastards back! Get that EAV!"
Kiroh wondered what the EAV was. Was it some sort of cannon? Hmm..... nah, these people don't seem very well-armored. Maybe a handheld cannon, perhaps? He shakes his head and reinserts himself back into reality. Smacking the side of his own head intentionally, Kiroh makes sure he doesn't daydream in the middle of a firefight.
"EAV! Set!" This makes Kiroh peek out of his concrete cover.
"The shit?" He muttered to himself as he saw the giant weapon three guardsmen were holding. It seemed to literally be a cannon with several lights on it. They shouted a confirmation in unison as they lifted the giant thing on top of their shoulders.
"Aim at that bastard!" The men did as they were commanded and fired at something Kiroh couldn't see. Unexpectedly, a large beam of light comes out of the shoulder-carried weapon.
Peeking out of cover once more, Kiroh sees where the beam was directed.
On the verge of falling over is a large rock monster covered in purple gems—or crystals, whatever it was since Kiroh couldn't determine it. It buckles and wobbles for a few seconds before finally collapsing. It lands on its face and breaks apart upon impact.
A sudden cheer starts as the guardsmen congratulate themselves on their excellent shot. However, it is rudely interrupted when a ball of purple flames flies over to them in an arc. No one is able to say anything before the purple ball lands directly at their feet. The projectile explodes as it covers each of the three guards in burning flames.
Screams of agony are immediately heard. After that is the sound of the giant weapon they were holding dropping onto the ground.
Kiroh, who's been watching all of this unfold from the safety of his concrete barrier, gets ready to run. As he does so, he sees about a dozen more guards showing up. They find the rock beast and combine their gunfire on it. Seeing this as an opportunity, Kiroh builds up the courage to move, taking deep breaths then randomly running through the checkpoint.
Not looking back, he hears an explosion and someone beginning to scream. Ignoring them, Kiroh runs into the settlement.
However, he's immediately stopped when a large group of the same uniformed guards appear in front of him. Kiroh slows down and walks to the side to allow space. They run right past him, eliciting a wicked smile to form on his helmeted face. But then one of the guards—probably a woman—notices him.
"Hey!" She shouted at the suspicious soldier that was fast-walking past them. This causes the soldier to pick up his pace.
Muttering to himself, Kiroh curses as he walks faster, "Oh fuck. Oh shit." He turns his head to see the guard and two others running over to him. With his eyes widening at the outcome of being caught, he quickly faces forward again. "Shit. Crap. Shitshitshit."
Kiroh can only internally curse as his eyes are practically flashlights with how big they've gotten. He looks around as quickly as he can and spots the perfect escape. An alley entrance leading into the dark innards of the settlement.
"Sir, turn around!" Her voice is commanding, but not threatening enough to make him stop. Several pairs of footsteps are heard getting closer to him.
Refusing to get caught, Kiroh abruptly sprints without a second thought.
His action surprises the group of guards but quickly gets them into chase mode. The soldier sprints into an alleyway on the right. The group of guards go after him, separating from their fellows fighting at the checkpoint.
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After some running, Kiroh confirms that he finally lost his pursuers. While he is certain that they couldn't find him—since he's currently hiding in someone's small backyard—he is absolutely convinced that they reported his presence. Three pairs of eyes were on him, you can't just up and assume they wouldn't know what he looked like. Hell, one of them's probably already describing him to their superior. Yikes.
This can all sum up into one shit-storm of events. Settlement authorities hunting him down, notifying the public, placing a bounty on his head, and some other stuff. It's all a hypothesis though so no concrete answer so far, only likely ones.
But anyways, he doesn't worry about that at the moment. Kiroh worries about the world he's on now, and from what he's seen so far, this planet is clearly like none other. He's only ever been on two planets, and that's his home world and Gargus-2. The latter sure-as-hell does not have red goblins, no-face dogs or any of those rock golems.
Only four answers are left by then; he's either in the afterlife, or he somehow survived a bullet to the head and is currently on another planet in the solar system, or he's in another territory on the same planet. The fourth answer, is that he's in a new dimension—but he seriously doubts that since his rationalism takes priority.
He scratches the back of his neck. Groaning in slight annoyance as overthinks his current reality. Kiroh starts to get up from his sitting position and regrets it immediately. Dull pain coming from his limbs forces him to plop right back down. It seems that the adrenaline is wearing off, leaving the pain to fully seep into his senses.
And to add on the burden, he can feel his stomach grumbling and hears it make noises. His tongue also starts to feel dry from a lack of hydration. Wow, what a shitty sequence of personal problems to pop up. Especially in the current moment since he's trying to remain hidden.
Deciding to ignore what little moral principals he had left, he approaches a door in the backyard he's in. Kiroh looks around briefly, not seeing anybody, he turns back to the door. With both hands on his rifle, he kicks the door open and barges in.
Kiroh searches the house, looking for anyone. When he didn't find anybody, he found it to be very odd. It was especially strange when he saw signs of hurrying; a couple items strewn about, hangers on the floor, bed covers not fixed, and other shit. But then he came upon the conclusion that maybe the firefight he was in earlier, at the checkpoint, caused the residents to flee inwards.... Eh, you know what? It didn't matter to him. He just wanted to eat and drink something.
The soldier takes off his helmet and sets it down on a wooden counter. His exposed face carries a widening smile of satisfaction as he grabs a container of food. In it appears be to a snack, probably chips. Kiroh doesn't care though, he just throws the crunchy food into his mouth.
Fulfilling his bodily needs, he eats a few more things and drinks several bottles of water just sitting in the fridge. He couldn't read the words but the closest thing he could relate them to was the Latin language. Since he didn't exactly give a shit he takes his time conducting his little food raid. It goes on until he sees the sky darkening outside.
He stretches a bit, popping a few joints in his hands and limbs. Kiroh contemplates on leaving but he decides to stay in the house, looking for things that might be helpful for his future endeavors.
Grabbing some items from all around the house, he piles them onto the dining table. While he can't actually read the language on them, he just lets common sense take over. He scrutinizes his current stock: a few water bottles, a couple cans of meat, some energy drinks, toilet paper, a worn down backpack, rubbing alcohol, and a roll of bandages.
Before he proceeded to pack the items, he came upon a realization. He never checked his own damn pockets. Smacking his face with the palm of his hand, he begins to search his own body. Stored in his tactical rig are two grenades, a knife, six magazines, a cleaning kit, his balaclava, and gauze patches. In the pouches of his belt are pistol magazines, gauze bandages, SCAS's, a compass, a grey canteen, and a map.
Curiosity rises as he sees the final item. He lays it out on the table. Expecting to just see a mapped territory from his home world, he's only met with a sight that confuses him greatly. On the map is a layout of what appears to be several land masses. He still can't read what most of it says, but he can see all the different names scattered around.
Thinking about why he has the map, he remembered that whatever world or territory he's on, he was dropped into it. It was right after he was consumed by the bright light. He concludes his thoughts: somebody is either fucking with him on a tremendous scale, or he's in a realistic coma dream. The second one seems more appealing. But accepting reality might be also be a solid solution.
His mind shifts to something else but then he glances back at the table. On the table with his other supplies and the map, are four objects shaped like red-tipped skinny cylinders. He's got his SCAS's, or Situational Combat Administrative Stimulus. Basically, injection-based chemicals meant to increase a soldier's overall fighting capability.
Back when he was serving as a loyal Regime soldier, Kiroh remembers using a ton of these SCAS's. They helped out a lot. Getting him out of many situations due to increased speed or buffed strength. He smiles as he recalls the memories.
And then he remembers the after effects. The terrible withdrawal. Vomiting, soreness, cramps, severe headaches, just a bunch of negative affects. Yeah... those were shitty times, but hey, at least he survived.
Dismissing those reminiscent thoughts, he focuses on the goal at hand. Packing up and getting ready to leave the settlement, unnoticed.
He places his ammo, medical supplies, explosives, and tools back into their appropriate places. Then he packs the food and drink supplies, necessities, and other medicals into the worn-down backpack. He doesn't put the backpack on yet and lets it sit on the table.
Before he leaves the safety of the household, Kiroh wants to at least rest his body for a few more minutes.
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The unknown soldier moves with renewed vigor, creeping through the dark and deserted streets. It is through the cover of night, that the natural darkness can be exploited.
Due to the helmet on his head—which its functions actually surprised him since the visor adjusted to the night—his hearing was only muffled a tad. It wasn't like the regular helmet he usually wore when he was just a loyal grunt of the Regime, in fact, it was better. He could definitely hear a lot more now.
He stops behind a corner, peeking out to check for any wandering patrols. No one is on the street. Only the few abandoned cars and bright lampposts are seen.
With a few more quick glances Kiroh nods to himself and enters the street. Being on high alert, the soldier's view bounces around from corner to corner, window to window, alley to alley. As far as he knows, those guards are probably looking for him at this very moment. And if they were to see him, then his whole idea of sneaking out of the settlement would go down the shitter.
He knows that he mustn't get caught, otherwise he doesn't know the possible consequences. For all he knows, they're probably going to arrest him for getting into the settlement without registration. Or at least, that's what he assumes will happen—because, well, why else a checkpoint exist? It's a stopping point to check people, it's self-explanatory.
Anyways, he moves through the street as quietly as he can. Well, quietly being more in the sense that he's trying to keep the sound of his gear bouncing as low as he can. But it's not really going how he imagined it would cuz his gear's ABSOLUTELY FUCKIN' LOUD, but oh well. He'll just make due with it.
Stopping behind the next corner, he hears several people talking. Each of them sound male, their voices being on the lower end of the spectrum. A noise catches his attention, however, it's the sound of equipment shifting around. They're much closer than he perceives.
"Oh shit." Kiroh cursed under his breath. He looks back and tries the find a good spot to hide. Cars? Too far. Lampposts? Too damn thin. Buildings? Potential.
Right next to someone's door—which leads into the sidewalk—is a trio of metal trash cans. It's got the cliche design of a handle on top of the lid and a grey coloring, perfect to blend into the night. This is what any average person would see, a trio of trash cans, but for Kiroh? He sees the perfect spot for hiding.
Moving while trying to lessen the sound of his gear—a horrendous task—he goes into an awkward walk of long strides. Guess it's a good thing he's a lanky dude, cuz with lank, comes legs. Long legs.
With as little noise as he can possibly make, Kiroh gets behind the trash cans and peeks through the small gap between them. The voices grow louder again. Expecting them to turn the corner and into the street he's in, they do just that.
"I mean—at that point, I'd just drop it and let it sit for a while." The man spoke in a country accent,
A higher-pitched voice asked, "Won't it get all... icky, then?"
"Hah! Hell if I know. I barely touch those things anyway. S'whole reason why I can't actually help ya out."
The men walk into view, allowing Kiroh to see them through the small space between the trash cans. Each of them appear of different age; a man with a greying beard, another with several facial scars, and the last one with a baby face.
Baby face continues his conversation with the older man, "Ah okay." He adjusts the weapon—possibly automatic—under his arms. "How long do ya think lockdown'll be?"
The older man only shrugs and answers, "I ain't got the faintest idea. They usually woulda dropped it by now, but that just ain't so in our current predicament."
Continuing to have their conversation, Kiroh only watches from the safety of his trash cans. He listens for any information that he could find useful.
As they walk out of sight, he clicks his tongue is disappointment. Really the only useful things he learned were: the settlement he's in, is actually just a town; and the lockdowns were usually what caused people to move inward towards the town bunker.
He couldn't exactly do much with that information, but he was okay with that. At least that meant no civilians would be getting in the way because sure-as-hell, in an urban environment—civvies are bound to get shot. Of course, if said civvies belonged to the Golden Fist, then let's just say—his gunfire would be indiscriminate. Many would get shot.
Kiroh looks around to make sure they were completely gone. Once that's done, he moves from behind the trash cans and back into the lamppost-lit street.
Moving throughout the town, he follows a routine he made on the way. He would stop at a corner and check for patrols for about thirty seconds, then he would look for any alleyways. If he couldn't find any, he would just use the street. While exposed on the street, he moved in long strides to get back into the shadows faster. He continued this for some time before he finally ran into something useful.
As he stops, Kiroh looks at a kiosk of folded maps and written works. Currently, the soldier finds himself in the busier part of the town—or he's guessing it should be, since there was quite the amount of private shops within closed shutters. One could only assume that with closed shutters, also came locked doors.
He glances around and sees that there are no patrols at the moment. With a toothy smirk, Kiroh snags a few folded maps and several newspapers of different editors. Although he knows fully that he can't read the language, he just might be able to deduce something from images and such.
Still remaining in front of the kiosk, the soldier opens one of the maps. It shows one landmass—probably the one he's on right now—all over it are marks denoting to names of different places and such.
"I can't fuckin' read this." He grimaced, clearly annoyed at his current illiteracy. Oh well, he'll just try to learn the language some other time.
He folds it neatly and stores it into a belt pouch. Deciding to see the next map, he unfolds the paper and finds a much more useful image. It's a top-down view of the town he's currently in—or that's what he assumes upon seeing the map.
Looking for a certain location, he finds his position in the town marked by a star. Huh, guess that's like a universal thing among worlds.
Kiroh scrutinizes the map, already creating routes to get to several exits. As he does so, he notices bright lights in the corner of his eye. Flashlights. Not bothering to fold it neatly, the soldier only does a half-fold on the town map and stuffs it in a pouch.
He picks up his gun and moves to run. Err, actually, he moves but trips on some concrete jutting out of the sidewalk. Not able to correct himself in time, he falls forward and lands on the bottom side of his left forearm.
The soldier is unsure of just how much noise he made, but he assumes it to be quite a lot. Judging by the beams of light heading his way, he just might be right.
Quickly checking around his surroundings, he sees that he hasn't dropped anything. Kiroh hugs his gun and begins to run, without any tripping this time. He only made it a couple feet before he realized that their flashlights were pointing at him.
Shouting could be heard but Kiroh ignores it. He pictures a mental image of his route as he turns the corner. Guess it's a good thing that the town map is still fresh in his mind.
Having gone onto several streets and into several alleyways, Kiroh begins to slow down. Already breathing hard, the running soldier turns into another open street. Except this time, it's not empty.
The sight alarmed him: three guards dressed in the same fashion as the ones he encountered at the checkpoint and earlier in the night. Each of them had their gun at the ready, prepared to fire.
Kiroh sucks the air in through his teeth.
The soldier skids to a halt and aims his rifle from the hip.
He fires in a horizontal line. Landing several shots into each of the guards standing in his way. None of the shots are fatal—surprisingly—as they only hit their armors. And while it wasn't fatal, it still managed to incapacitate two of them while the one in the middle returned fire.
Kiroh flinches from being shot in his protected stomach but he stays strong.
Whipping his aim to the remaining guard, Kiroh lets out another burst of automatic fire. The guard drops on his back while clutching his messily bleeding neck.
The soldier continues running down the street. He feels something hit his back but he only loses balance for a second before stabilizing himself. With a determination to escape and natural adrenaline running through his veins, he ignores the gunshots directed at him. Even the ones that land in his armored back.
Soon enough, the panting man finds himself facing a closed gate at the far end of the street. A wide smile forms on his helmeted face as he lays eyes on the exit. However, it drops immediately as he sees two guards posted just in front of it.
Kiroh can see them raising their weapons. He grits his teeth as he grimaces at them. Using the environment to his advantage, he slams himself against the trunk of a car. This will be his cover.
The soldier could hear their shouting but he could barely make it out due to his own panting. His teeth grind against each other as he decides to switch to the semi-auto firing mode.
He rises and props himself against the back of the car, using it to stabilize his recoil. Squeezing and releasing the trigger several times, he drops one guard. The second tries to advance on him but makes the mistake of exposing themselves out of cover. Kiroh uses this mistake and discharges several more bullets. Each one of them find their mark.
The second guard falls on his back as he begins to choke on his own blood. Not bothering to look at the first one—that appears to be already be dead—he runs over to the gate.
Looking around rapidly he finds a large lever built into the wall. Kiroh's common sense tells him to pull it and so he does. His assumption of the lever is correct as the huge gate opens slowly.
Another wide smile forms on his sweaty face. It's a good thing his visor couldn't fog up, otherwise, he'd probably already be dead. Then he reminds himself to change his rifle mag, which most likely holds only a few more bullets. The smile still sits on his face as he puts the used magazine back into a pouch and slides in a new one.
In front of him now is the open entrance leading to the dark forests. Compared to when he was running through it in the daylight, this shit looks ten times spookier.
"Stop! Damnit!" A man's voice yelled from behind him. It was through a megaphone.
Well it's either now or never, Kiroh guesses. He turns around and sees a dozen or so of those guards running down the street towards him. Sneering under his helmet, Kiroh sticks up the middle finger and books it into the forest.
An arrogant smile rests on his face as he runs.
Now.... he just needs to figure out what to do. But he'll just decide on that later. As of this moment, he'd rather enjoy it, even if it was in a twisted sense.