war_angel

Silva got the message through one of the radios, they were short of military drivers, and he had volunteered to drive the american equivilant of a snatch amoured landrover. He pulled to the left just as the commander had said, he was third form the front, and was ready for some infected smashing!

His rover had a grill on the front, almost like a plow, it was obviously previously modified, probably by a survivng group or gun nuts, just like our group. Either way, it will do alot of damage.

"Yippikaiyai mutha fuckers!" Yelled Silva as he accelerated further.

((sorry i havnt posted for ages, i have things to do, and been away etc,))

Silva watched form on top of the wall, using the scope of his Steyr AUG (he had found out the name of his bullpup rifle,) he could see the fight. He knew that he wanted to be part of it, and looking at the cavelry forming up behind him, he could only assume that he was soon going to be.

..........

Silva ran inot they're accomadation, "Lads rally the rest of the guys, we're going out there." He got a few puzzled looks, along with some scard faces. "that big guy from before is back, and its an infected on infected fight. But guess which buch of humans are gunna crash the party?! Haha"

Silva was leaned up against the makeshift battlements of the wall. His legs were feeling very weak, but all of his strength was now in his arms, holding his weapon up into his shoulder. He loosed off shot after shot, blasting infecteds heads all over the place, as did everyone else.

Suddenly a rather large looking general charged forward, he was about 9 ft tall, with tree trunk like arms, he was grey and had huge tusks on his face. The whole wall shook as he slammed into it, and as this happened a rain of bullets desended on him. Chunks were ripped form his flesh, but he carried on, moving backwards to get another run up. Silva quickly glanced around to find a bigger weapon.

Then he saw it, a green metal box with yellow writing on, and he instanly knew what it was. He ran up to it and flicked the lid open, revealing the RPG within. He grabbed it and the three spare rockets. The weight was agonising on his legs, but he didnt need to move much. He leant the tube on the wall, flicked up the sites, and looked for his target. He saw the large thing in his sights, aimed and pulled the trigger. WOOSH went the rocket as it flew through the air in front of a plume of smoke. It smashed into the infected general, knocking him to the ground.

Then he got back up!!!

((Are we all inside the compund now? i'll just go ahead and assume we al are, and if not then this can be changed))

Silva stood for a second, trying to re gain his balance. He had taken a rather heavy blow to the head and was loosing quite alot of blood.
I can't give up now, i must fight. He thought to himself, and it was true, he was of no help layed on the floor, or un concious. He grabbed his rifle off of the floor, and ran towards the wall, grabbing some extra mags on the way past the ammo box.

hey SWG isnt his skill basically mine?!

and also well thought out name, however did you come up with it?!