Audio Log #12- Rescue

I had woken up several hours after the attack on the camp, and more importantly the attack on my life. I crawled out of the ruins of my tent, and took a look at my midsection. Inspecting my wounds, I saw that the gunshot was not life-threatening; it had missed any vital organs, and passed through. Still, it hurt like a son-of-a gun. I bandaged my wounds to the best of my ability, and attempted to stand. I was immediately struck with intense dizziness, and the wound in my stomach began to ooze blood. Deciding that it would be better not to push myself, I lowered back down to a sitting position. However, I was not able to rest for long; I heard Urag voices, far off, but coming closer. Grabbing my rifle, I crawled into what had been a small lean-too, built in a corner of a destroyed building. I pulled the remains of the canvas covering over my body, to hide partially from the Urags. Good. With my pale face, I may appear dead enough to fool them.

Thus so, I relaxed my rifle, and let the Urags pass. Fortunately, they disregarded me. Now, to get out of here. I briefly activated a radio beacon, to send a signal to the Silent Wolves. Unfortunately, the Urags also monitor radio frequencies. A few seconds later, the head of the lead Urag spun around, and he barked orders to the others in his file. To my horror, they began policing the bodies, firing a single round into the forehead of each. Some they had more fun with, bodily ripping them apart with brute force. Throughout this, many of the bodies remained silent as they were shot. But a few times, the Urags were rewarded with a scream as the soldier playing dead learned what they were doing. Fortunately for me, I was fairly well hidden. There were also a lot of bodies, and few Urags. I only hope the USDF can get here in time... With this, I blacked out again...

When I awoke, I heard not only Urag voices, but human in the distance. This must have been the first of them, for the Urags quickly became silent, and hid behind the ruins in the camp. They were planning an ambush! I began to hear the human voices coming closer. It sounded like some of the Silent Wolves that I knew, here to rescue me.

"C'mon! He has to be here somewhere."

That sounded like Cryptid.

"I hope we got here in time..."

That one sounded younger. It may have been Klip, who I met briefly. They would be walking right into an ambush. Feebly, I managed to fire my sniper, to warn them.

"Hold up" I heard someone say. Good. They were being careful now.

After several minutes, I was rewarded with the sight of armed me moving into my vicinity. They were checking corners, being cautious...

Suddenly, an Urag jumped out of cover, and grabbed the MG in the hands of the man on point. Grappling, they fell back, into the remains of a tent. After the premature entrance of that Urag, the other two also came out of hiding. One was near where the other one was, and the other had been hiding far in front of them, behind Cryptid. The first was blown away by Cryptid's launcher. I saw him fumbling to reload, they must have met some resistance before I was awake. Behind him, though, loomed the real threat; an Urag Warmonger, noted for their ruthlessness and brutality. It raised it's massive warhammer up above it's head, preparing to bring it down on Cryptid's skull. Summoning my last reserves of strength, I raised the rifle, and fired once. My round severed the Warmonger's spine, dropping him like a rock as Cryptid turned, and saw me. "Now," I uttered, with a small cough, "Now we're even..."

Done