I've never really written anything fictional before, so here goes...
The bolded lines represent his thoughts (and if quotations are included he actually says it), the other lines are for narration. I hope it isn't confusing, enjoy.
The story begins after a hellish blast has all but destroyed a military convoy. "Ahm" (pronounced AIM) is a fresh recruit into the G.E.A.R.s, and has never before seen combat. However, he is well trained, and a capable soldier with strong resolve.
I can’t move, my legs are broken…no, not broken. God…what happened? Where’s the squad….
Immobilized, but alive, Cadet George “ Ahm” Masterson struggles to free himself of the rubble slowly crushing his legs.
God, what hit us? What could have hit us….Locust? No the locust are miles away, at least they were….maybe the commander was wro— “COMMANDER!”
Having freed himself, Ahm pivots only to meet his fallen leader, his faced sheered by the shrapnel of a devastating explosion.
Dead…and what of the squad, dead too? Almost certainly. I’ll die too….I…I…must… escape—
Though strong in resolve, the young cadet has never born witness to the ravages of war…he vomits.
I’m going to die here unless I can get free.
With his remaining strength the Ahm frees himself from the rubble, and struggles drag himself on unresponsive arms (his legs remaining all but useless)to a burning car. In the wake of the explosion ash and smoke cloud the air. He can see nothing…and he hears only the fires burning.
I’m a lucky one, I survived. The commander…he…he (vomits) he wasn’t so lucky.
Suddenly footsteps can be heard, growing louder…
Oh god. Locust! I'm dead, lord....well If I die…I die fighting!
The cadet un-slings his lancer from his back
Oh god….oh god….molten….destroyed….god………OH GOD!
His Lancer, strapped to his back during the explosion bore the full brunt of the devastating impact, it was his last chance.
What will I do? No weapon…nothing?
Panic overwhelms him, his mind races...he has only seconds until the Locust will be upon him. Suddenly he realizes...
The Commander! His shotgun! God I hope it’s intact!
With all his strength the cadet slowly staggers to his fallen leader, and upon turning him finds a shotgun…sheltered from the explosion by the esteemed leader’s body, of all things.
8 shells…. (footsteps)...my only hope. I am a G.E.A.R., I am man, I am a killer….a beast…
The crunch of approaching footsteps brings dread and terror to the cadet. His adrenaline surges…his muscles tighten, he is a killer. A shape appears just inside his field of vision....and slowly the cadet takes aim.
Aim for the head…the instructor said “Aim for the Head”…
More shapes appear and approach, unknowing, surveying their days kill. A Locust soldier with the still smouldering barrel of his RPG clasped in his brutish hands, scans the ruins of the convoy. He notices something amiss…drag marks, a prone body…a barrel…GRKKH. His thoughts are silenced by a merciless shotgun blast to his skull. The abrupt shots alert remaining locust…who proceed to swarm
7 shots…how many are there…oh god….”YOU MOTHERLESS BASTAR—(BAM, BAM) – THERE’S ONE STILL HERE….and he’s going to GIVE IT TO YA!”
The warriors charge…3 more blasts…the closest warrior is immediately torn in half at the waste by the opening volley, his blood spray obscuring the vision of his 2 masked comrades. 2 more shots…Frantic, the drones desperately try to clear their masks of their own comrade’s blood and entrails as the blasts tear the leg from the socket of the next drone.
Unable to support himself, the drone falls, and with a loud crunch punctures his skull on protruding rebar. The rebar pierces his brain; neurons fire, and violent spasms result. The violent spasms trigger his weapon which fires, the shots landing squarely in the abdomen of the remaining grunt.
2 shots…one left…easy kill…
Surging with adrenaline Ahm raises himself to his feet. He takes careful aim he pulls the trigger…CLICK…
The locust may be down, but he’s not out…bent on revenge, and using his remaining strength he raises the barrel of his hammerburst; ready to kill.
With every last ounce of strength Ahm charges forward, intent on seeing the butt of his shotgun buried in the brain of his nearly helpless attacker.
As Ahm rears up the Locust’s hammerburst fires…a glancing hit…not enough to deter his opponent. Hit but seemingly unharmed Ahm forces the butt of his gun through the skull of his foe with a sickening crunch…
Ahm stands over his opponent, surveying the grisly remains of his attackers. He leans down, and with the spite of a man tormented by the death of his race he utters…
“I am man…a G.E.A.R….your race will come to know me well; today your extermination begins.”
With a final sickening crunch he rips his gun from the skull of his foe.
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Ahm canters to a nearby building, and collapses. His body is broken…his legs ache, and the glancing blow has broken several of his ribs; his breathing becomes increasingly laboured. He is dieing.
Part 2, coming soon
Any suggestions on format are welcome, and any feedback is appreciated.