Survivor

Captain Dewey and his men drew the battle plan. Twenty five soldiers will act as a vanguard together with the two tanks in case the need for them arise. Bringing them to a gunfight will overkill it, seeing that the enemy is only equip with close quarter weapons.

Lieutenant Glorin, Lieutenant Sycthe, a man in his 30's with medium build, from the Bravo company and Lieutenant Hans, a young man by the age of 25, just graduated from westpoint will lead the three platoon.

They advance towards the enemy encampment. Hitting them at night will be a good a idea but it's seems that the enemy is preparing to move to other location soon enough. They have no choice but to strike them.

The three platoon are all laying on the ground. An elevated hump of soil hides them from the enemy not far from where they are. Tall grass and shrubberies add to there concealment.

"Now this is more like it." Lieutenant Scythe whispered popping a gum to his mouth.

Lieutenant Glorin eyed him. Scythe gives him an indifferent look with an expression that says get lost. Glorin then faces the fresh graduate from West Point. He can see that he is shivering a little bit. Typical of the newbies who has no experience.

Lieutenant Hans notices him. " You're a hunter?" He hissed to Glorin trying to look as calm as he can although he is dripping with sweat all over the place.

"Who told you that?" Glorin asked.

"You're very well known."

Glorin scratches his face. He was bitten by an ant. The sting makes it irresistable. Being well known himself seems to be amusing. He takes a leaf's stem and bit it. The fresh grass smells so good, he thought to himself. Reminds him of the forest he used to hunt. It brings memories when he was a child and of his home. I miss my grandma, he said to himself.

He looks at the encampment. He's trained for this. Stalking an enemy is his game. His trained eyes makes it easy for him to spot the two ogres guarding the camp while the other two on the far right side patrols the area.

He squints his eye and observe a situation happening in the camp. Being a hunter, he used to skinning deers and antelopes. What he saw next make his stomach shivers. He holds his mouth and watch the horrific scene unfolding before his very eyes.

An ogre is dragging a man into what seems to be a large stone. The man's body is force to be laid. A shrieks of cries can be heard from where they are. People wailing and shouting are all over the place. One of the ogre holds the man's body. The guy tries to free himself but the captors overpower him. The ogre suddenly buries an axe towards his stomach and rips it off. A blood curdling scream ensues. The ripped off innards is being eaten by the ogres. The man struggles to save his hopeless life until he runs out of strength and just gives in to his fate.

The man still slightly breathing, as seen by Glorin from his chest, is then next being flay alive.

"What's happening?" Lieutenant Hans notice the change of color in Glorin's face. He hands him the binoculars and as soon as he look through the lenses, he starts to throw up.

"Nasty." Scythe said, looking also through the binoculars. " A real Cannibal here. These guys must be enjoying their last meal." Glorin shakes his head in disappointment.

"A'ight, time to smoke em'" Scythe whistled. The men at their back starts slowly surround the encampment.

"Lock n' load." Scyther cocks his M4 gun then looks through the ACOG sight. "Hey Glorin, let's make a bet. I'll take down this four sum-of-a in one go and you go treat me booze."

"Sorry pal. I don't like betting." Glorin exclaimed, glancing him with disappointment.

"How 'bout you kid? wanna bet?"

Hans throws up again.

"Suit yerself." Scythe aims at the oblivious ogre flaying the dying man. "Bye." His finger squeezes the trigger while aiming on the head. The sudden burst didn't kill the Ogre instantly. It walks for two or three meters without knowing he was hit then it groans. The ogre then falls down. His comrade notice what happen and looks around for any possible threat. Scythe squeezes the trigger again. " Tough sum-of-a." This time he takes his time to kill the other four.

It's the signal. The operation starts.

"I should have won" Glorin grinning.

"You should have." Scythe stand up then advances towards the unsuspecting enemy.

The Ogres from the camp takes their battle position running outside. "We're under attack!" The Ogre growled.

Fifteen Ogres assembles to face them. "Humans, Ha!ha! more food." One of the ogre who has a scar on his eye said.

"Slayer 1-2, you're good to go." the radio hissed.

The entire third platoon faces the enemy at the outskirts of the camp. "Copy that." Glorin replied. He gives the signal.

Sudden burst of gunfire hails the air. Taratatatat! taratatatat!

Six ogre falling down. The other charges towards the firing squad.

"Charge!!!!" The one eyed ogre shouted the battle cry. A bullet hit him in the face. Another one on the chest. His innards open up with a burst of bullets from the carbine.

The ogres have no time to react. Five minutes and they're all bathing on their own blood on the ground.

"Zebra, this is Slayer 1-2. We have cleared the area. We're Oscar Mike." Glorin radioed Captain Dewey.

"Check the perimeter." Lieutenant Scythe warned his men while advancing towards the camp. "Stay frosty."

" Copy that." One of the soldiers replied moving on the right of Scythe.

The team quickly move to the encampment. They search the tents. Nothing. Four soldier moves to the right side. A tent. Something moves.

"Contact!! At your six! Boozer." Corporal Frost then pointed his rifle towards the charging Ogre.

" Groaaaaarr.. Die you scums!!!!" The Ogre lifts his axe. A loud, consecutive bullet hit the target. Boozer quickly dodges the swing, rolling over.

"Agghhh!!!." The ogre screamed. He was hit in the side. He falls to the ground immediately. Blood gushing out from his side wounds.

Boozer gets up and points the gun. Lieutenant Glorin interrupts him, placing his hand on top of the rifle and pushing it downward. " The captain needs this one."