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Old 12-31-2008, 02:23 AM
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EUREKA, July 15th 0800 hrs Temperature : 18 C*

A bleak sun shone down on the potholed exit road .Rusty carwrecks and litter were whipped by the cold wind coming in from the Pacific.A small but heavily armed convoy manouvered its way through the debris making brisk progress.Machinegunners in heavy kevlar armour constantly swept the roadsides with their M2HBs , ready to let rip at the first sign of activity. Rupert Willis ,majority stockholder and CEO of Williscorp sat immersed in his own thoughts in the back of his M3 halftrack armoured vehicle .A squad of stern looking soldiers in their trademark civilian type baseball caps and khakis ,wearing heavy plate carriers with the WillisCorp logo, sat around him -noone speaking a word.They knew better than to disturb the boss when deep in thought .Rumour had it that he had pistolwhipped a corporal who had done so a few years back taking out all his teeth ,before realizing where he was and helping the poor guy to the infirmary.

Many miles out to sea a massive ,grey wall was forming on the horizon -covering its entire rim.An enormous fog bank -born out of the sudden climatic changes after the bombs.It would probably reach the coast within morning.Meaning that noone would be able to se more than 100 feet until it dispersed.The marauders would have all day to continue what ever evil they had planned on doing this night. Willis raised his unblinking eye and stared out towards it - looking through the man who sat opposite him .In the distance a few shots sounded-subdued by distance and muffled by the buildings.Nobody so much as raised and eyebrow.This was everyday and night .Refugees would stream in to the Eureka area looking to get to the still running hospital there ,or looking for some semblance of goverment .Lately someone had been spreading rumours -even flyers- that there was food and water for everyone in Eureka. That it was good there. Out in the distance a few more shots .A high pitched womans scream.It couldnt be that far Willis mused.After all ,the din from the halftrack rumbled out most everything else.

He raised his palm and said quietly "halt." Instantly the guys sprang up weapons at the ready over the armoured plated sides .The driver getting instructions from the gunner over his headset halting the clanking halftrack at the side of the worn out road .The trucks pulling up behind them ,soldiers piling out and setting up a perimeter.

Yep.Someone were deliberately drawing refugees in .And when they reached Eureka- some exhausted or without supplies form the ardous travelling- the marauders would pounce.
Mostly the hit at night rushing camps of sleeping people ,clubbing people to death or shooting indiscriminately to make everyone run .The possessions left behind were quickly picked through by torch or flashlight.Or sometimes they would want someone alive -usually a woman- and ambush a column of staggering people .They rarely went for anyone showing he could give it back to them.Making a living from robbing people meant that picking a target that cant fight was a good tactic.But as of late bands of marauders had joined forces .A large gang had attacked several of the local farms in pitched battles.One sided battles as the marauders were ten times as many ,but still an actual fight .Willis stood and popped the lid of the small plastic pillbottle he had in his vest.He shook a few into his mouth and chased them down with a sip from his canteen.Damn shoulder acting up again .

By the side of the road a trail of strewn possessions marked the path of flight for the refugees they had heard attacked earlier.A couple of bedrolls,then a wool overcoat,tattered and worn. A few meters on, a paperwrapped meal of sorts trampled into the dust .next to it a couple of shell casings and the sprawled body of a man on his back.Someone had fought back to give the others time to get away.Two dark ,red spots on the front of his dirty shirt where the exit wounds had ripped open his chest. he looked starved and his skin pale and grey -like he had been dead for some time already ,not gunned down moments ago.Willis jumped down and adjusted the strap of his M4. 6 pos stock in his shoulder he tried quickly raising it for a shot .Satisfied that he was ready he raised a fist and made a circular movement in the air.A 5 man patrol filed in behind him ,stocks in shoulder like him ,already scanning their sectors even if still inside their perimeter.

"Move out.We got ourselves some assholes to deal with"

The patrol moved out following the tracks that disappeared into the debris that had been a once affluent Eureka neighborhood.


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