Thread: The End War

Sean continues to examine the surroundings in attempt to regain his bearings against this foreign landscape. Damn this place, we might as well be in hell! Sean spats heatedly with anger, feverishly looking for a more suitable route. Fingers rap away swiftly, thudding dully against the interface as he continues to calculate his intended course, providing room for many more unforeseeable topographical changes. Suddenly he spots a potential path, brown eyes focus their gaze to carefully examine a ramp leading up to a dilapidated highway. With fingers idly drumming against the armrest he takes a brief moment to consider. What other choice do I have? And, it looks like it may lead right to the city but that road. Groaning with frustration at his own indecision, with a quick shake of the head he reluctantly surrenders and listens to that gut instinct. That lifeless female voice rings out from the speakers Destination Confirmed and he immediately mashes the pedal to the floor. The back end of the Styker fluidly whips around, tossing a cloud of dirt and dust into the air as wheels initially struggle to grab against the loose earth. The engine groans in disdain briefly before the Syrker lunges forward, finally taking traction and blasting off like a rocket toward the highway. Moments later, speeding down the disheveled remains of what was once a busy highway, Sean cant help but feel the sharp stab of remorse gripping at his soul. Barreling through the scattered debris peppered recklessly about the scene that now stands as a silent remnant of what life used to be like. The power of the Stryker more than enough to effortlessly toss aside husks of cars and trucks as they smash against the plow. The hollow metallic clang hapless clutter slamming into the plow grows distant as his mind cant help but wander, skipping erratically from memory to memory, remembering a time before now. Such needless thoughts are impulsively swept aside as Sean spots a massive cloud of dust and smoke bellowing into the air up ahead. A free hand reaches for a knob just below a secondary view screen. What the... He exclaims upon realizing the source of the gloomy haze. One of the small monitors to his left flashes a burning red accompanied by that same emotionless voice as before. Life form detected, foreign life form detected it states plainly. Sean snaps his attention to the thermal imaging, taking note of the rapidly closing distance between the two figures, furrowing his brow with confusion as eyes attempt to focus, before suddenly it hits him foreign life form. Immediately fixing his attention back upon the main screen, Sean slams his foot down on the brake just in time, grinding to a stop mere feet away from the nameless humanoid figure now standing in the middle of the road. Fingers nimbly dance across the controls and red crosshairs fix upon the winged silhouette diving swiftly through the thick cloud. Without another second of hesitation he slams his palm down on the button, the turret above turns and launches a single shot deep into the cloud. A thin bead of sweat drops from his brow as he trails the shot with his gaze, he cant help but pray that one shot is all it will take as there wont be time for another. As Sean watches intensely, exhaling a ragged breath, that one half second seems to stretch on forever before the grenade finally connects with its target. The resulting blast briefly illuminates the air, piercing evenly through the smoke and dust. Sean swiftly leaps to his feet and darts to the rear of the Stryker. One hand smashes against the button to open the side door while snatching up a gun with the other. Thrusting the butt of the gun against his shoulder Sean runs down the small ramp and takes to the street. Bringing the sights of the gun up evenly with his gaze, with slow and silent steps he winds around the front of the vehicle. When met by those blazing green eyes, Sean stops suddenly in his tracks, tipping the barrel toward the ground. Areare you hurt..? He stammers with soft tone.