Snippet #1649205

Emil ran like hell over the ruined land, before he got to the forest around St. Lenin. He'd hoped to be able to take a break there, but as soon as he sat down to rest in the forest, he could hear battle not too far away. He got up quickly, and began running through the sector, running from tree to tree. A series of gunshots behind him made him run even faster.
Somewhere behind him, he could hear dogs baying. "Shit!" He mumbled, as he jumped through a thick bush. On the other side he landed on his knees, from there he quickly got up and continued running. The forest was beginning to quiet down, even though the baying dogs were still to be heard behind him. The ground was covered with yellow and brown leaves, small pools of water was strewn over the area, creating large pools of mud everywhere.
The forest was a direct opposite of the desert and dry plains that Emil just came from. A cool breeze came down, rustling the leaves up, and cooling Emil as he ran.

Emil stopped when he reached the end of the forest and the start of St. Lenin. For a second he stood there, his breath taken away by the large city in front of him. Around the city collumns of smoke rose towads the sky. The city was gray and made of concrete, in the very best soviet style. The calm gray city made something move inside Emil, a small tear sneaked out the corner of his eye. The city seemed so calm, so very serene.
Emil took in a deep breath, and looked over at the nearest building of the city. It was a nice neighbourhood, a large school stood in the middle. Surely the more influencial soviets lived in that part of town.

Emil started towards the buildings, hopping that none of the inhabitants were looking. Of course that was a lot more than he could ask for, so he'd have to move even faster before the inhabitants called the soviet locals, and made a groups of soldiers come running. Emil knew that a group of russians would be just more than he could do.
When he turned at a corner, he faced the first group of russians. They stood there, looking dumbfoundedly at him. One of them dropped his cigarette.
As it touched the ground, Emil flicked up his HMG, which had been magnetically attached to the right side of his breast armor. A single roaring mirrage of bullets were enough to leave the three russian soldiers torn apart and dead, only the faint smell of blood and the small droplets of blood still hanging in the air was witnessing of what'd happened. Although three russian corpses did speak entirely for itself.

Before the blood began pooling, Emil was on the run again. This time seeking towards a large building with big windows and a large entrance. It looked important, thus he'd take it and bomb it if necesary. He ran up to the entrance, and entered. Much to the horror of the young students in the foyer.

[Emil Von Moltke is in "Zone RS-1"]