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Snow and ice, everywhere…. On the ground, in buildings, all over your guns and in your boots. Its cold, really cold. Like ‘Why are we out here?’ cold. You are what’s left of your detachment, all 15…12 of you, George and Phil just fell through some thin ice, Phil screaming out as his last words “Screw you guys!”. Now all 12 of you are trying to get back to the base setup outside of what is now the frozen maze that was once New York city. The purpose of you being there other than to feed the wolves is to find stores of parts and fuel, right now your near the remains of the Empire state building in your meager camp. Your commander was standing on a high snow drift next to a ruined skyscraper looking down at his map pad trying to find the fastest way back to base. One of the soldier sneezed, and after the commander excused him he looked around saying “Any of you guys hear tha-” without warning several tons of snow and ice crashed down on your commander crushing him along with the only data pad with a map. Even if you could somehow dig your commander out from under the tons of snow there is no way that he nor the map would of survived, each soldier looking at one another when the sound of wolves howling washes over the small camp, its gonna be night soon and only one of you has managed to make a fire…

Survival…yah, its going be a great time trying.

((Ill be playing the raiders, the world that hates you and the wolves that want some meat, your meat))

LCpl.Sikunta chuckled softly as the vollied howls of wolves marked their arrival in the New York streets. The sorrowful howl melted into the harsh whistle of snow and wind that blew through the streets as Dwayne propped his rifle against his shoulder. He sat unrattled on a box of ammunition as a small fire burned in front of him.

Hearing the muffled howls of the blood thirsty wolves, He stood to his feet, his sensitive hearing having him turn towards the approaching beasts."I don't think they know bloodlust." He smirked, throwing his head back and sarcastically howling back, only to receive a deadly reply.

"Well see."He muttured, downing a K-ration he had managed to soften up from the burning flame. He didn't speak much, but when he did it was cold, and without feeling and more often than not to his enemies and the wolves that hunt him as he does a target.

He had respect for that which wanted his life and only the person who could manage to take it.

"Shoot to wound and wound to kill."Rethinking all he was taught and all he had taught himself in this icy warzone. This was sure to be entertaining.

But snapping from his serious state of mind upon finishing his warm ration he looked to find the commander dead and buried."Crap..." He barked, walking over to the pile of snow and ice and starting to dig. Looking to the nearest person with a smile.

"Told you he was gonna die." Looking back to the pile and digging eagerly.

"At least give me the old [censored] rations."

Kari looked at Dwayne and was amazed to see him digging, "Umm, you know that'd go faster if you had a shovel or something. And you can have his rations, I got dibs on the old guy's rank. That's right you're gonna have a female commander. Oh and just so you know you're wasting you're [censored] time digging full stop, you'll never get to his dead and cold carcass."

Kari looked back at the main group, "You guys may want to get a nice big fire going. Oh and just to let you guys know the commanders dead and I already called becoming the new commander. Anyone who wants to argue will get shot in the head or groin by me, got it?"

“What The [censored]?” Eli said in response to Kari’s comments “You can call dibs on command postitions? Hell I wish someone told me that earlier. Well I call dibs on the person who frags our new commander” He smiled, showing all of his yellow teeth

He shivered a bit, and thrust his hands under his armpits “Damn it’s cold out here. How much food do we actually have with us anyway?”

Dwayne stopped a moment looking back to her and sticking out his tongue, mocking her as he continued to dig."I think if i had a shovel i would of made me a nice warm trench by now." Going back to digging, progressing slowly but surely in his quest for more food. Upon hearing 'ol Busty's remark upon being commander he stared at her trying hard not to lose it.

"What in the hell makes you think any of us are going to follow you, namely myself! I didn't pay too much mind to the that old sack of garbage and i'm damn well not gonna pay you any mind." Reaching down in vain to try and reach the Commander's pockets.

"I don't need orders, i need headshots!" digging more and more to get at the prizes."Maybe the old man had ciggies!" HE exclaimed looking back to Kari, readdressing his killcount.

"And you better not take my kills." He mumbled, kicking the hardened ice and snapping off something inside the pile.

"What the--?" Pulling out the commanders arm and pistol."Dibs on his arm going over to Eli and smacking him with it,

"Newb."

Cecilia:
The glass in the building behind us has been broken for a long time. I'd climbed into the second story, and am presently hanging out a window, gnawing on wolf-jerky.

"Kari, at this point you could claim heirship to the monarchy. Congratulations, you're queen of an anarchy. I'll be first advisor. Here's some advice: don't tell us what to do, or someone's trigger finger will slip while they're sleeping. No disrespect meant, my Lady of the Flies."

I roll over, so I'm facing up. "Anyone have a compass, or do I have to try and find Polaris?"

McDeathsteak had been sleeping right now by the fire, as he was encased in a snowfilled and rotting log. There was a pretty [censored] loud crash, and he probably heard it, considering he smashed his head straight through the top of the log afterwards, then saw Dwayne digging furiously,"If you're taking the rations, I want the clothes. It ain't gonna do [censored] for a dead guy, unless Hell froze over."Rick crawled out of the rotten log and then moved to the pile, digging alongside Dwayne, and turned his head to their newly appointed commander,Captain Kari of the USS Hotness,"Feh, as long as you don't eat any of mah boots, I'm fine."He went back to digging.

(Fun times will happen.)

"Can I opt for a head shot instead, ma'am?" caled Gary, puling himself out form under a snow drift, "Aw, nuts, I was nice and warm in there. Anybody knew what the fierfek is going on?"

Eli looked over at Cecelia “Eh. I think my rifle has a compass on it, let me check” He hefted the wepoan and glanced at its blue LED screen. He waved it about experimentally. He grunted ‘Yeah, I got one right here. You need it?” he pused “Wait, I have a better question. Do you have a plan?”

Cecilia:
I check my rifle, pressing buttons until it displays a compass. "A plan? Out of me? Don't be silly. I'm cold, hungry, and under the imprudent command of Lady McFlies. I was just wondering if I was lost too."

I jump down and walk to the group. From my bag, I produce a packet of powdered cheese food product (best before... a while ago, but this stuff never expires). I mix it with some snow in a metal cup, and put it in the fire.

"They say we're on these missions to gather supplies. Ever wonder if we're also on these missions to reduce the population? We always return with fewer than we started... Is high brass trying to weed out the weak while supplying food?" I use a metal rod found in the building to pull my cup out of the fire. I hunch over the cup, sipping it like tea. "Maybe we could use more anarchy back at base. Send out the brass to chat with the wolves, if you know what I mean."

Dwayne smiled like that of a mischevious child hitting Eli again with the arm before rejoining Rick at the pile."Give me those damn rations and socks!." He barked harshly, digging like that of a dog himself. Hearing Cecilia's voice, Dwayne turned to spot her.

"Hey Cecilia!Instead of talking, how bout you try killing someone,eh?"Teasing with a smile."Shoot me!"Winking to her,"Take your rifle and try and hit me!." He called to her, turning his back to her and continuing to dig, not having to dig long before he could touch the Commanders frozen body.

Upon looking down into the crumbled ice he spotted something that he knew he had to have. Looking to Rick he flashed him that same Up-to-no-good smile, smacking him with the Commanders arm as he dove for the big pack of Ciggies and his lighter.

"Score!."

Eli’s eye twitched as the commanders disembodied arm slapped against him. He sneered angrily “If I didn’t need so many meatsheilds I would be wearing his skin as a hat” he said under his breath angrily. He shivered again. The cold was getting worse, and even the fire wouldn’t keep it at bay. In fact, the fire would probably bring the raiders down on top of them.

Desperate for warmth, Eli slid out a cigarette of his own, lit it, and took a deep and warming pull. He let the smoke exit through his nostrils. He needed to do something about the situation, the cigarettes would only last him so long, and he would be damned if he was going to let the brass have the satisfaction of getting rid of him.

“Cecilia, you’re recon right? Do you have some binoculars I could borrow?”

Cecilia:
"Dwayne, why would I shoot you now?" I sound like a mother trying to teach a small child after he said something silly. "We haven't run out of food yet." I pause long enuf to let you know I've actually thought about it, then laugh it off "Hahaha, only serious!"

I drop the jovial expression, "Did the map screen survive the captain? If not, that may be the last tobacco you smoke." I think a moment on the flask I found, now stashed in an inner pocket... if the cold takes me, at least I won't mind.

While I wait for Dwayne to dig for the map, I start digging thru my pack. "What're you looking for? My scope's is almost as good, I could help." I pull out a hefty pair of binoculars and hand them to you.

Eli takes the binoculars and looks through them for a few moments “Yeah, these will do nicely” He turns back toward Cecila “Well, it’s not much, but I’m going to scout out the territory around here” He pointed to the top of the ruined skyscraper “That seems a good place to get our bearings. And hey, if it comes down to it it’s a good place to jump off of to escape the cold”

He scratched his head “of course I don’t know what inside there. But that’s half the fun”

Dwayne had the urge to run over to Eli again and smack him, but he knew when the limits of ones anger, especially when they could do something about it."Too tempting." He mumbled, finding the crushed map screen in the commanders pocket.

Standing up with his conqured his posessions, Cecilias words were unnerving yet."Not a bad idea." Smirking, as he walked by her picking up his rifle and equipment and the arm to boot."I'm at least going to set up in that skyscraper across the way." Picking it as a good sniping perch which he could do his job.

Walking with his gear and light himself a ciggy, he stopped by Eli smiling innocently as he whacked him in the back the leg, running off as fast as he could with that much gear on him."Cecilia, from one sniper to another, i suggest you set up to." Looking off a moment before calling back."Then again it's your choice, just don't steal my targets."Teasing with a laugh, entering the building and proceeding to set up.