Here is chapter 5:
I know there's lots of gramatical errors and choppy sentences.
They passed through the gateway one by one. As vehicle 78g left the base, James strapped on his mask. Over the roar of the engine he could hear Trisha ordering around Ardie and Fooz from inside the vehicle.
"What are you doing. Get off that you big lug! Ardie, get your butt over here! Don't touch that Fooz. Do you want to get us killed!"
The convoy viciously cut a path through the jungle. The Jungle seemed to watch in silence as they noisily bore on toward the mountain. After the initial tension of entering the unknown wore off, James rested his back against the vehicle and braced the rear machine gun between his knees. He glanced up at king who was in control of the main turret. King kept a constant eye on everything they passed. He knew the noise they were making would draw somethings' attention. The convoy continued on. The sun was already on it's way down when King felt that old familiar twinge in his stomach. Something was wrong. He had felt this feeling before but was never in a position to do anything. Thanks to the embassy, now he was. The head vehicle turned a corner followed by two rangers.
"Tell Mac to hold up!" he shouted to Trish.
"Hey Mac, Hold up!" Trisha voiced into the communicator. There was a pause.
"Corporal McLarty, This is Sgt. Dagmar. Respond now!"
"Nothing sir!", she shouted to King.
"Put me on speaker."
"Yes sir."
"EVERYONE STOP!" Kings voice startled James causing him to set off his machine gun. "Hold yourself together boy!" shouted King. James could hear him muttering curses under his breath. A ranger, and two assault vehicles including their own stood silently on the path.
"Whats the deal, Captain?" shouted one of the men from the ranger.
"Something is..." They heard the rumble of engines coming from the west. A ranger turned rapidly back onto the path and headed toward them. There was no machine gunner in the turret. A roar ten times the magnitude of the monster from the night before, echoed through the trees. An assault vehicle flew, from the curve in the path, through the air and into one of the trees. A repulsive head stuck out from behind the tops of the trees, its eyes were the size of a small car. Black flesh stretched across its face, a massive, clawed foot stepped into view taking down a tree which landed directly on top of the run away Ranger. The driver crawled from the wreckage and began to run toward the remaining convoy. Out from the side of the path ran a group of two legged monsters much larger than the driver with brightly colored feathers and broad beaks. They over took the man and tore at his flesh.
"God! They look like Dino-birds!" said someone from below as King watched the driver being eaten alive. The Behemoth turned toward the convoy and let out and earth crumbling bellow as it began to move toward them.
"Go. go.go!" said Ardie to Trisha as she put the vehicle in reverse. The convoy retreated backwards as the predators charged after them. The turrets on the tops of the vehicles fired away at the towering beast causing little effect. The flightless birds had reached the first assault vehicle and had jumped on flinging Henderson from the rear turret. The giant lizard crushed the vehicle and two of the birds, as it stumbled closer and closer to its victims. The last ranger's left wheel hit a large rock sending it out of control and into a tree. Vines from the tree wrapped around the ranger and crushed it against it's base.
"Get us off this path!" shouted King. The vehicle skidded to a stop nearly throwing James over his gun and onto the jungle floor. It suddenly took off head first into the Jungle. James aimed down his sight ready for anything that might persue them. Three of the same birds jumped out from behind a tree and snapped wildly at the air. James let loose sending one of the birds head over heels. It was harder to get a hit on the other two. Trees and vines blocked his line of fire as the vehicle wove in and out of obstacles. Without warning the Bird on the right clamped down on the barrel of the machine gun swinging herself onto the vehicle and James off of it. James managed to hold onto the gun and fire six rounds down her throat.
"King!" he squealed as he dangled from the gun, legs flailing in every direction. The remaining bird took advantage of the easy prey and latched onto James' boot. James was being pulled in one direction by an assault vehicle racing through an uncharted jungle and another by a flesh eating overgrown ostrich.
"KING! HELP ME!" His grip was slipping. King reached out a hand, but afraid to get pulled off as well, held back.
"Watch out!", shouted Ardie to Trish as they ran right over a fallen tree. The impact sent James flying through the air, without his boot, and strait toward the ground. King grabbed his leg just in time. James guarded his face as thorns and under growth slashed at his arms. Through Trisha's side view mirror, she could see James hanging up side down trying to dodge the sticks and stones that were thrown in his way by the tires.
"Hold on!" she said as she performed a three-sixty, swinging James back onto the vehicle. The last bird ran head first into the wind shield. King finished it off. Once James returned to his position, Trisha sped toward an opening in the Jungle. When they broke through, they found themselves on a precipice covered in luscious green grass. Trisha slammed on the brakes. James could see a mountain in the distance. The unmistakable roar of the monster from the path, shook the ground.
"What are we going to do?!" panicked Ardie. Trisha turned the vehicle in such a way that James and King could get clear shots If it came barrelling through. The commotion grew louder and louder. King began to count.
"One, Two, Three!" An assault vehicle flew out from behind the trees. The behemoth followed, knocking a tree directly onto the engine of Trisha's vehicle. Vehicle 45e and the beast, skidded off the cliff. Corpral Yazzie, who was in the front turret, jumped from the vehicle toward the cliff. He landed safely on his stomach only to be pulled down by a long, black, bone crushing tail. Silence was once again restored.
King was the first to jump down onto the grass. James jumped too, but stumbled when he landed. He wanted his shoe back. Ardie and Fooz climbed out of the top and joined them. two submachine guns, a rifle and a pistol flew from the hatch and onto the grass. King handed the two machine guns to James and Fooz, he took the rifle for himself. Ardie bent down and picked up the pistol. There was a loud bang from inside the vehicle. smoke rose from the hatch, Trisha rose with it.
"It's no good, were screwed." she said as she landed next to Ardie sniper, in hand. The sun was begining to set behind the mountain. Bright colors shone from its peak, then it was gone. The rate at wich the darkness fell startled them all. Ardie reahed into his pack and pulled out a light stick. He shook it. The stick came to life shining brighter than a campfire. It cast erie shadows on the landscape below. The jungle echoed with noises as the stranded survivors, made preperations for the long night ahead.
"James", said king, " You and Trish have first watch......Is there a problem?"
"No sir", said James and Trisha in unison. Fooz chuckled in the shadows.
"Good." King layed down in the grass next to Ardie and closed his eyes. James and Trisha walked closer to the edge of the Jungle. Hours passed without a sound from either of them. James made sideways glances every so often, but Trisha was made of stone. Her statue stood ridgid in the night. Now that they were away from the base the jungle seemed alive. The trees danced and swayed on their own accord. For a moment evrything seemed peaceful. A moment later Trisha heard a moan in the distance, a human moan.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yah, It sounded like a person."
"Comon." said Trish as she stepped into the foilage.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Thats an order. Comon soldier!" Jame reluctantly followed. Marching in high steps to avoid getting tangled in the under brush, he moved toward the noise. The light from the glow stick diminished as he folowed Trisha into the darkness. He felt like he was in a cave. He could barley see his own feet. Something swung overhead with a shrill cry. James aimed his gun upward, looked back at where Trisha was standing, and found she was gone.
"Trisha, Sergant Dagmar? Thrish! Where are you?!" He found himself alone, lost in the jungle of hell.
Ardie awoke form his uncomfortable position and looked at his watch. It would be two hours till next shift. He glanced over at Trisha, who was now pacing back and forth across the jungles edge. Ardie stood up and walked over.
"Where's James?"
"He had to take a leak. He'll be back."
"You mean he went in there?!"
"Yah, Its no big deal he'll be back in a second. You should get some more rest." Trish seemed happier than usual, which Ardie took as a good sign. He layed down on a fresh patch of grass and fell asleep.
James heard crying to his left, he groped in the darkness praying to God, if there was a god, that he wouldn't run into anything that would try to kill him. The sound was definitley human and it was getting louder.
"Oh God no! Go away! Go AWAY!" the mans screams turned into uncontrolable sobs.
"Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?!" the cryind stopped.
" Who's there?"
"Lieutenant Calhorn" The man broke back into sobs.
"Pull yourself together..." James tripped and fell on something large and feathery. It was a bird! James rolled over onto his back. Something wet and sticky was dripping down his neck. Nothing happend, the bird remained motionless. He felt up the creatures neck till he reached the beak. A shiver went down his spine when he touched it. He moved down the beak, and along the ground. His hand met leather and string. His boot!
"Are you still there?" Said the man in a quivering voice.
"Yah, hold on" He pulled out the splinters and thorns in his foot and strapped on his boot.
"Thank God you found me!"
"Who are you?"
"Corpral McLarty..We were heading down the path when this lizard the size of my...It was Godzilla!"
"I know. Your not the only one. It wiped out more than half the convoy."
"I managed to escape before it tried to eat our vehicle. I ran in here and was attacked by only God knows what and now I cant walk." James felt down his legs. Both were covered in blood. he tried moving one of them but McLarty whimpered in pain.
"Theyre broken."
"I could have figured that much."
"Brace yourself." said James as he pulled Mclarty by the armpits and drug him forward.
"What are you doing...NO..Arghh!" James pulled him over the bird and stopped.
"I can't do this!" said Mclarty.
"You'll have to." James pulled again, this time for much longer. Mclarty screamed with every root and rock they crossed over. James was concerned he would draw attention, but he pressed on. Mclarty's screams made him want to scream. It was hopeless, the whole mission, screw the mission! Screw Ardie, King and Fooz. Screw the embassy, the institution, SCREW THIS! Mclarty was silent. James bent down to see if he was still alive. His pulse was seady. James pulled Mclarty for the better part of an hour, leaving a trail of blood and tears wherever they went. Just when James was ready to give up and let the jungle devour him, a light shone through an opening in the trees. James lumbered toward it till he saw King and Ardie talking to Trisha.
"When did he go in?" said King.
"Over an hour ago."
"An hour ago, and he's still not back! I know you hate his guts but thats no excuse for not alerting us!"
"I know."
"Damn it! Trish!"
"Look!" said Ardie as he pointed toward James who had just emerged from the jungle dragging Mclarty.
"What is your freakin' problem!" James yelled at Trish. He put down his companion and walked toward Trisha ready to give her a peice of his mind.
"You tried to kill me!"
"You just couldn't keep up!"
"You turned around and came back! You selfish b.." A malicious howl interupted him. Three dog like creatures came bounding out of the jungle and pulled at Maclarty's legs. King opened fire sending one down and the other two strait for them. James took out one and Trisha and Ardie finished the other. The familiar growl from last night echoed in James skull. Two bears came barraling through as well. Ardie fired a round but was thrown to the side. King rolled out of the way. Trisha shot at one sending it up on it's back legs. James was crushed by the weight of the first bear as he looked into its yellow snake eyes and felt its fleshy paw at his throat. Light and sound burst from the rear machine gun on vehicle 78g. The beast on top of James slumped over and lay motionless. The second retreated into the woods. suddenly roots shot up around the vehicle enclosing themselves around it. Fooz leaped off just in time. The vehicle was compacted and drug down into the earth. It was like the jungle was telling them to Shut up. No one slept for the remainder of the night. Mclarty finally regained conciousness and looked down at his feet which were now nothing more but bloody stumps. Ardie did his best to treat his wounds. He built a stretcher out of branches and brush and built it in such a way that Fooz could drag it along with ease. James stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, not expecting to see anything. Using his canteen, he washed off as much of the bird blood as he could. The sun began to rise, and as it did, he saw the monster and vehicle 45e being picked and proded by a pack of devilish wolves. James knew for sure he was in hell.
I know there's lots of gramatical errors and choppy sentences.
They passed through the gateway one by one. As vehicle 78g left the base, James strapped on his mask. Over the roar of the engine he could hear Trisha ordering around Ardie and Fooz from inside the vehicle.
"What are you doing. Get off that you big lug! Ardie, get your butt over here! Don't touch that Fooz. Do you want to get us killed!"
The convoy viciously cut a path through the jungle. The Jungle seemed to watch in silence as they noisily bore on toward the mountain. After the initial tension of entering the unknown wore off, James rested his back against the vehicle and braced the rear machine gun between his knees. He glanced up at king who was in control of the main turret. King kept a constant eye on everything they passed. He knew the noise they were making would draw somethings' attention. The convoy continued on. The sun was already on it's way down when King felt that old familiar twinge in his stomach. Something was wrong. He had felt this feeling before but was never in a position to do anything. Thanks to the embassy, now he was. The head vehicle turned a corner followed by two rangers.
"Tell Mac to hold up!" he shouted to Trish.
"Hey Mac, Hold up!" Trisha voiced into the communicator. There was a pause.
"Corporal McLarty, This is Sgt. Dagmar. Respond now!"
"Nothing sir!", she shouted to King.
"Put me on speaker."
"Yes sir."
"EVERYONE STOP!" Kings voice startled James causing him to set off his machine gun. "Hold yourself together boy!" shouted King. James could hear him muttering curses under his breath. A ranger, and two assault vehicles including their own stood silently on the path.
"Whats the deal, Captain?" shouted one of the men from the ranger.
"Something is..." They heard the rumble of engines coming from the west. A ranger turned rapidly back onto the path and headed toward them. There was no machine gunner in the turret. A roar ten times the magnitude of the monster from the night before, echoed through the trees. An assault vehicle flew, from the curve in the path, through the air and into one of the trees. A repulsive head stuck out from behind the tops of the trees, its eyes were the size of a small car. Black flesh stretched across its face, a massive, clawed foot stepped into view taking down a tree which landed directly on top of the run away Ranger. The driver crawled from the wreckage and began to run toward the remaining convoy. Out from the side of the path ran a group of two legged monsters much larger than the driver with brightly colored feathers and broad beaks. They over took the man and tore at his flesh.
"God! They look like Dino-birds!" said someone from below as King watched the driver being eaten alive. The Behemoth turned toward the convoy and let out and earth crumbling bellow as it began to move toward them.
"Go. go.go!" said Ardie to Trisha as she put the vehicle in reverse. The convoy retreated backwards as the predators charged after them. The turrets on the tops of the vehicles fired away at the towering beast causing little effect. The flightless birds had reached the first assault vehicle and had jumped on flinging Henderson from the rear turret. The giant lizard crushed the vehicle and two of the birds, as it stumbled closer and closer to its victims. The last ranger's left wheel hit a large rock sending it out of control and into a tree. Vines from the tree wrapped around the ranger and crushed it against it's base.
"Get us off this path!" shouted King. The vehicle skidded to a stop nearly throwing James over his gun and onto the jungle floor. It suddenly took off head first into the Jungle. James aimed down his sight ready for anything that might persue them. Three of the same birds jumped out from behind a tree and snapped wildly at the air. James let loose sending one of the birds head over heels. It was harder to get a hit on the other two. Trees and vines blocked his line of fire as the vehicle wove in and out of obstacles. Without warning the Bird on the right clamped down on the barrel of the machine gun swinging herself onto the vehicle and James off of it. James managed to hold onto the gun and fire six rounds down her throat.
"King!" he squealed as he dangled from the gun, legs flailing in every direction. The remaining bird took advantage of the easy prey and latched onto James' boot. James was being pulled in one direction by an assault vehicle racing through an uncharted jungle and another by a flesh eating overgrown ostrich.
"KING! HELP ME!" His grip was slipping. King reached out a hand, but afraid to get pulled off as well, held back.
"Watch out!", shouted Ardie to Trish as they ran right over a fallen tree. The impact sent James flying through the air, without his boot, and strait toward the ground. King grabbed his leg just in time. James guarded his face as thorns and under growth slashed at his arms. Through Trisha's side view mirror, she could see James hanging up side down trying to dodge the sticks and stones that were thrown in his way by the tires.
"Hold on!" she said as she performed a three-sixty, swinging James back onto the vehicle. The last bird ran head first into the wind shield. King finished it off. Once James returned to his position, Trisha sped toward an opening in the Jungle. When they broke through, they found themselves on a precipice covered in luscious green grass. Trisha slammed on the brakes. James could see a mountain in the distance. The unmistakable roar of the monster from the path, shook the ground.
"What are we going to do?!" panicked Ardie. Trisha turned the vehicle in such a way that James and King could get clear shots If it came barrelling through. The commotion grew louder and louder. King began to count.
"One, Two, Three!" An assault vehicle flew out from behind the trees. The behemoth followed, knocking a tree directly onto the engine of Trisha's vehicle. Vehicle 45e and the beast, skidded off the cliff. Corpral Yazzie, who was in the front turret, jumped from the vehicle toward the cliff. He landed safely on his stomach only to be pulled down by a long, black, bone crushing tail. Silence was once again restored.
King was the first to jump down onto the grass. James jumped too, but stumbled when he landed. He wanted his shoe back. Ardie and Fooz climbed out of the top and joined them. two submachine guns, a rifle and a pistol flew from the hatch and onto the grass. King handed the two machine guns to James and Fooz, he took the rifle for himself. Ardie bent down and picked up the pistol. There was a loud bang from inside the vehicle. smoke rose from the hatch, Trisha rose with it.
"It's no good, were screwed." she said as she landed next to Ardie sniper, in hand. The sun was begining to set behind the mountain. Bright colors shone from its peak, then it was gone. The rate at wich the darkness fell startled them all. Ardie reahed into his pack and pulled out a light stick. He shook it. The stick came to life shining brighter than a campfire. It cast erie shadows on the landscape below. The jungle echoed with noises as the stranded survivors, made preperations for the long night ahead.
"James", said king, " You and Trish have first watch......Is there a problem?"
"No sir", said James and Trisha in unison. Fooz chuckled in the shadows.
"Good." King layed down in the grass next to Ardie and closed his eyes. James and Trisha walked closer to the edge of the Jungle. Hours passed without a sound from either of them. James made sideways glances every so often, but Trisha was made of stone. Her statue stood ridgid in the night. Now that they were away from the base the jungle seemed alive. The trees danced and swayed on their own accord. For a moment evrything seemed peaceful. A moment later Trisha heard a moan in the distance, a human moan.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yah, It sounded like a person."
"Comon." said Trish as she stepped into the foilage.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Thats an order. Comon soldier!" Jame reluctantly followed. Marching in high steps to avoid getting tangled in the under brush, he moved toward the noise. The light from the glow stick diminished as he folowed Trisha into the darkness. He felt like he was in a cave. He could barley see his own feet. Something swung overhead with a shrill cry. James aimed his gun upward, looked back at where Trisha was standing, and found she was gone.
"Trisha, Sergant Dagmar? Thrish! Where are you?!" He found himself alone, lost in the jungle of hell.
Ardie awoke form his uncomfortable position and looked at his watch. It would be two hours till next shift. He glanced over at Trisha, who was now pacing back and forth across the jungles edge. Ardie stood up and walked over.
"Where's James?"
"He had to take a leak. He'll be back."
"You mean he went in there?!"
"Yah, Its no big deal he'll be back in a second. You should get some more rest." Trish seemed happier than usual, which Ardie took as a good sign. He layed down on a fresh patch of grass and fell asleep.
James heard crying to his left, he groped in the darkness praying to God, if there was a god, that he wouldn't run into anything that would try to kill him. The sound was definitley human and it was getting louder.
"Oh God no! Go away! Go AWAY!" the mans screams turned into uncontrolable sobs.
"Shut up! Do you want to get us killed?!" the cryind stopped.
" Who's there?"
"Lieutenant Calhorn" The man broke back into sobs.
"Pull yourself together..." James tripped and fell on something large and feathery. It was a bird! James rolled over onto his back. Something wet and sticky was dripping down his neck. Nothing happend, the bird remained motionless. He felt up the creatures neck till he reached the beak. A shiver went down his spine when he touched it. He moved down the beak, and along the ground. His hand met leather and string. His boot!
"Are you still there?" Said the man in a quivering voice.
"Yah, hold on" He pulled out the splinters and thorns in his foot and strapped on his boot.
"Thank God you found me!"
"Who are you?"
"Corpral McLarty..We were heading down the path when this lizard the size of my...It was Godzilla!"
"I know. Your not the only one. It wiped out more than half the convoy."
"I managed to escape before it tried to eat our vehicle. I ran in here and was attacked by only God knows what and now I cant walk." James felt down his legs. Both were covered in blood. he tried moving one of them but McLarty whimpered in pain.
"Theyre broken."
"I could have figured that much."
"Brace yourself." said James as he pulled Mclarty by the armpits and drug him forward.
"What are you doing...NO..Arghh!" James pulled him over the bird and stopped.
"I can't do this!" said Mclarty.
"You'll have to." James pulled again, this time for much longer. Mclarty screamed with every root and rock they crossed over. James was concerned he would draw attention, but he pressed on. Mclarty's screams made him want to scream. It was hopeless, the whole mission, screw the mission! Screw Ardie, King and Fooz. Screw the embassy, the institution, SCREW THIS! Mclarty was silent. James bent down to see if he was still alive. His pulse was seady. James pulled Mclarty for the better part of an hour, leaving a trail of blood and tears wherever they went. Just when James was ready to give up and let the jungle devour him, a light shone through an opening in the trees. James lumbered toward it till he saw King and Ardie talking to Trisha.
"When did he go in?" said King.
"Over an hour ago."
"An hour ago, and he's still not back! I know you hate his guts but thats no excuse for not alerting us!"
"I know."
"Damn it! Trish!"
"Look!" said Ardie as he pointed toward James who had just emerged from the jungle dragging Mclarty.
"What is your freakin' problem!" James yelled at Trish. He put down his companion and walked toward Trisha ready to give her a peice of his mind.
"You tried to kill me!"
"You just couldn't keep up!"
"You turned around and came back! You selfish b.." A malicious howl interupted him. Three dog like creatures came bounding out of the jungle and pulled at Maclarty's legs. King opened fire sending one down and the other two strait for them. James took out one and Trisha and Ardie finished the other. The familiar growl from last night echoed in James skull. Two bears came barraling through as well. Ardie fired a round but was thrown to the side. King rolled out of the way. Trisha shot at one sending it up on it's back legs. James was crushed by the weight of the first bear as he looked into its yellow snake eyes and felt its fleshy paw at his throat. Light and sound burst from the rear machine gun on vehicle 78g. The beast on top of James slumped over and lay motionless. The second retreated into the woods. suddenly roots shot up around the vehicle enclosing themselves around it. Fooz leaped off just in time. The vehicle was compacted and drug down into the earth. It was like the jungle was telling them to Shut up. No one slept for the remainder of the night. Mclarty finally regained conciousness and looked down at his feet which were now nothing more but bloody stumps. Ardie did his best to treat his wounds. He built a stretcher out of branches and brush and built it in such a way that Fooz could drag it along with ease. James stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down, not expecting to see anything. Using his canteen, he washed off as much of the bird blood as he could. The sun began to rise, and as it did, he saw the monster and vehicle 45e being picked and proded by a pack of devilish wolves. James knew for sure he was in hell.
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