GawdHydra (2015-01-26 06:30:12)

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Note: This is the story about the years before Anti-Hydra became a bloodthirsty mad scientist. If you don't know who Anti-Hydra is, look at my profile. If you don't, then GO DIE BY JUMPING OFF A CLIFF don't read this. Other info: This is told from a first person view. Enjoy.

Going in.

I was riding in a large truck. Many to-be soldiers were looking around nervously, others were talking. I, on the other hand, was being stared at. I am a reptillian. You know, the ones with the scales, tail, teeth, horns... And wings. The usual. But I'm the only one that exists on Earth. I used to be a part of a large team of mercenaries, but then we had to fight a private army. I'm the only one on this planet. Anyways, we were heading to Fort Cosworth, in post-apocalyptic America. We had to hold off the Martians. No, not the ones from the War of the Worlds, but another military. They're heavily armed with modern weapons and armor, and they got the heavy artillery. They even got a hold of our nuclear arsenal.

One of the soldiers names was Carlos Maguire. He was a broad guy, looked like he could beat a tree in half. He leaned back on the seat of the old truck. "Hey, lizard. Why don't you fight for them? You know, they got a lot more lizards over there." I thought of that. He doesn't know. Ignorant fool, he should die. "Can't you shut your mouth? Don't talk to me." I turned away and clutched my gun. It was an automatic shotgun. Probably the only remnant of my old army, I used it all the time. Blowing heads off of soldiers in suits, executing prisoners. I was the heavy gunner, but in here, I'm a medic. I'd still want to be the heavy gunner though.

*TBC*

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GawdHydra (2015-01-26 06:31:31)

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I'm not as good at making stories as I was used to.

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