Doomsday: Hell on Earth

[Armalite_]

Spike had heard what Kiala had said. He also heard what Shiro had said...and he was right. There was nothing Kiala could do for them...except maybe take the blame for having it all happen. But in Spike's way of thinking that wasn't right. She was inexperienced and he saw this coming. He had nothing against her and he probably could have done more to protect himself. He wiped his eyes and took another drag from his cigarette before looking up at Shiro and answering him. "I'm fine." His tone carried a hint of frustration and anger. He was done with this squad but he wasn't done with the mission. He wanted to get back home to his home out in Nevada and hit the slots. With that thought in mind, a faint smile crept through his lips only to be pressed out by his cigarette as he took another drag.

[Gabag]

A spectre, or at least what Tavor thought was a spectre, was struggling to stand, filled with bullets and shells, it somehow managed to live.

"It'll be over soon" He said, sticking his Saiga in the beasties mouth, pushing it to the roof, then pulling the trigger. He cringed a bit as spectre brain and flesh flew outwards, spraying out like a geyser.

"Ok maybe that was a bad idea" he thought, as a chunk of brain nearly landed on him.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"No... your not. You just got slashed by a huge shadow monster and, until recently, was bleeding uncontrollably. You guys are lucky to stumble on a medic."
He wiped his hands on a rag and turned towards the sergeant.
"Sir, where should we head towards? You're the boss."

[Armalite_]

Spiek only rolled his eyes. He took a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it away. "Shiro, being not-so fine,  how far do we plan on getting with me and Edward in this condition?"

[Alice The Necrofox]

He turned back.
"I didn't say you couln't walk... well... Edward won't be able to yet..."
He did a last cursory inspection, and motioned to help Spike on his feet.

[Armalite_]

Spike took Shiro's hand and pulled himself up to his feet. His legs felt weird but he didn't seem to care as long as they worked. He bent down and picked up his shotgun. He looked down at Edward. "So what do we do with him?"

[Alice The Necrofox]

"I'll carry him. I am used to carrying wounded. My last squad, if they were here, would tell you as much."
He picked up edward as gently as he could and put him on his back piggyback style.
"Okay sarge, ready to move out."

[Gabag]

TAvor glanced at Edward and cursed to himself.

"New Objective team, get to a hospital and heal Edward... we Can't have two team members slowed down like this... but we won't leave you behind Edward.. so we'll fix your legs..."
Taking out his flashlight, he illuminated the hallway.
"No sign of spectres... or anything for that matter.... good" he said to himself as he kept his gun/flashlight steady, moving it back and forth to illuminate everything.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"Okay then, lets move. White? Watch my back. I won't be able to shoot with Edward on my back" He said, grunting Edward into a better position.

[Armalite_]

Spike sighed and pulled out a stick of gum from his pocket before stuffing it in his mouth as he followed close behind. He looked at Shiro and held out a stick. "Gum?" He offered waving the small package.

[Resa F]

"Wouldn't this be easier with a stretcher or something? There's plenty of junk lying around to make one with." Edward said. "Slung between two guys shoulders, you could both shoot & so could I"

[Alice The Necrofox]

Shiro accepted the gum.
"Thats okay Edward. It's your legs that are broken, not your arms. You can still fire from my back. Now lets get to that hospital."

[Armalite_]

Spike pocketed what was left of the gum. "There's a field hospital at next checkpoint to the North." Spike pointed out. "It ain't that far, it's only 3 clicks away." He added before pulling out another cigarette and lighting up, the lit end glowing bright orange in the dark.

[Alice The Necrofox]

"I don't mean to sound like a doctor, but lighting a cigarette here will kill you. I more ways than one. I'd put it out before you reveal our position."

[Armalite_]

Spike stared at Shiro and was clearly not enthalled to hear his imput. But he was right. He rolled his eyes and took one large drag, the orange tip moving nearly all the way down the cancer stick in one inhale; a skill Spike picked up in high school. With his lungs filled with smoke at full capacity, Spike dropped the butt and pressed it out with his boot before exhaling a massive cloud. He chuckled and took one step before falling right on his face from the lack of oxygen in his brain.