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It had been quite some time since I was last deployed. They hadn't told us where we were going. They wouldn't even tell us where. They only thing we knew was we were specially chosen to be part of a top-priority Special Operations unit. It didn't take much time to realize how grim the situation really was. Naturally something would end up going horribly awry, requiring specialists to be called in for cover-ups and sudden emergencies, but this, this was nothing like that. The unease in the drop ship was palpable, even the officer seemed to give off a feeling of uncertainty. I focused on the hum of the engines, trying to distract myself from the eerie feeling surrounding us all. As I stared down at myself my mind wandered to my arm, reminding me of why I hadn't been deployed for so long. Left hand, right arm, legs, and spine, all partially or fully reconstructed with bionic engineering. Of course now they almost seemed real, they felt real, worked as if they had never been damaged. But it was hard to not notice it, always there, body not seeming to remember the difference but memory dictating otherwise. I suddenly snapped back into reality, as a warning light blinked, alerting us we only had 3 minutes before we reached the drop zone. The expression on the officers face changed, demanding attention, everyone slowly looked to him, apprehending the briefing to follow. It was then that we learned that a biological mutation had occurred in Malton, essentially creating that which we would call the undead. Had these come from anywhere else and under nearly any other circumstances we wouldn't even give it a second though and write it off as insanity, but this, it was real. | It had been quite some time since I was last deployed. They hadn't told us where we were going. They wouldn't even tell us where. They only thing we knew was we were specially chosen to be part of a top-priority Special Operations unit. It didn't take much time to realize how grim the situation really was. Naturally something would end up going horribly awry, requiring specialists to be called in for cover-ups and sudden emergencies, but this, this was nothing like that. The unease in the drop ship was palpable, even the officer seemed to give off a feeling of uncertainty. I focused on the hum of the engines, trying to distract myself from the eerie feeling surrounding us all. As I stared down at myself my mind wandered to my arm, reminding me of why I hadn't been deployed for so long. Left hand, right arm, legs, and spine, all partially or fully reconstructed with bionic engineering. Of course now they almost seemed real, they felt real, worked as if they had never been damaged. But it was hard to not notice it, always there, body not seeming to remember the difference but memory dictating otherwise. I suddenly snapped back into reality, as a warning light blinked, alerting us we only had 3 minutes before we reached the drop zone. The expression on the officers face changed, demanding attention, everyone slowly looked to him, apprehending the briefing to follow. It was then that we learned that a biological mutation had occurred in Malton, essentially creating that which we would call the undead. Had these come from anywhere else and under nearly any other circumstances we wouldn't even give it a second though and write it off as insanity, but this, it was real. A second warning light went off, a sound followed blaring at a disturbing frequency to alert us there was 10 seconds before drop-off. As we hit the landing zone I forced my body out the baydoors | ||
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