Dirt...that's all she could see for miles and miles. Just dirt...and rubble.

Lieutenant Major Helena Sheppard sat at the rickety wooden table beside her tent, field stripping and cleaning her 1911 before reassembling it with a sigh, somewhat muffled by the bulky respirator over her face. Eight months, four days, and twenty seven hours, that's how long her squad had been traveling through this god forsaken wasteland until they even made it to the base camp, and not to mention how long she had gone without any sleep. With the Yellows and the Blues giving them hell at every turn, it was difficult to get any shut eye, that and hearing her squadmates bitch and whine because one guy's gun was better or they didn't want to sleep...next to Crazy...

Sheppard couldn't blame them for that though...

With tired, bloodshot eyes, she looked through the smoky lenses of her respirator at the rotted wooden sign next to a couple of tents. Slapped dashed on it in white, chipping paint:

-CAMP FOXTROT-
Accident free for 12 days

A gunshot suddenly rang out amidst the howling wind, followed by rancorous shouts of, "GOD DAMMIT! AHH MY FUCKING FOOT!! WHO THE FUCK DID....?! FRIENDLY FIRE, YOU GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH!! OWWW!"

The soldier standing post by the sign glanced over then scratched the "12" off the sign with a piece of chalk.

Helena slammed her head against the table groaning. A seasoned veteran with a kill count to boot, a warrior who cut her teeth on the battlefield, and here she was..."babysitting." She groaned whacking her face against the table again and again.

This was gonna be one hell of a day...

@Rusalka Kellie was kicking at the rubble, scattering clouds of dirt up into the air as she walked by the tents set up in Camp Foxtrot. Her M40 Rifle hung loosely in her hand, more for defense than attack. She had a bunch of first aid stuff packed away in the multiple pockets of her clothes and she was mentally taking storage of them when she came across someone banging her head against a table again and again. This seemed strange to Kellie and she walked a bit closer to the girl.
"Hello...are you alright?" Her soft voice sounded out, she grips her rifle a bit more tighter and starts thinking all the possible things that could be wrong with this girl.

As the soldier who had been shot in the foot continued to yell about his predicament those who had gathered round to see what had just happened suddenly started staring at something behind the injured soldier. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL STARING AT?!" the injured soldier asked "CAN'T YOU SEE I NEED A MEDIC?!".
"That's lucky then" 1 of the injured soldier's comrades said as they all began to back away fearfully "The medic is already here".
"HE'S BEEN DRAWN BY THE SCENT OF BLOOD!" 1 of the other soldiers screamed as he began to run "EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!". With that said, all the uninjured soldiers scattered, leaving the injured soldier alone with the thing that was breathing heavily right behind him.
'Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy. Please don't let it be Crazy' the injured soldier thought over and over again as he slowly turned around.

Super-General-Lieutenant-Captain-Sergeant-Commander Level 5 Crazy was standing before the injured soldier. He was holding a battered and bloody medical kit in his hands and had crudely chalked the medic symbol onto his helmet. Needless to say, the soldier was terrified. "You know what, I don't think I need medical attention after all" the soldier said as he limped backwards "No no, it's just a flesh wound is all. I'll just walk it of. Yes, that's all I need to do. No need to break out your kit for me, Super-General-Lieutenant-Captain-Sergeant-Commander Level 5".
Crazy's simple reply was to advance on the soldier in a predatory manner and to begin breathing more heavily.
In his haste to move back, the soldier tripped. "I don't need a medic, honest!" the soldier said as he dragged himself backwards in a desperate attempt at escaping Crazy's clutches.
Crazy began breathing even more heavily as he reached into his medical kit and pulled out a rusty scalpel.
"NO! STAY AWAY!" the soldier exclaimed "I DON'T NEED A MEDIC! I-I-IT'S J-JUST A FLESH WOUND! S-S-SOMEONE! A-ANYONE! HELP MEEEEEEEEE!".

Jack approached Crazy. "Back off, mate. I'll get a proper medic." He was the only one he knew of who wasn't utterly terrified of Crazy, and he often tried to rally the others, but it didn't work. "Why don't you check out the abandoned Yellow tank down the hill? I heard its functional, but only runs off Chainsaws." He doubted it would fool the insane soldier, but he was desperate to save the guy who had gotten shot in the foot.
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"Back off, mate. I'll get a proper medic"
Upon hearing this, Crazy turned to Jack and growled threateningly.
"Why don't you check out the abandoned Yellow tank down the hill?" Jack added "I heard its functional, but only runs off Chainsaws".
Upon hearing this, Crazy dropped his medkit, pulled a piece of chalk out of his pocket, rubbed the medic symbol off his helmet, replaced it with the tank driver symbol, and ran off down the hill in search of the tank with a rusty chainsaw in hand.

David sat cross-legged on the dirt ground, his radio resting in his lap, one hand pressing the earpiece against his head, the other fiddling with the various dials and switches. When the gunshot rang out, David reflexively reached for his rifle, but after hearing the following shouts, he realized it was a false alarm, and turned the volume nob up on the radio, returning to searching the frequencies. It had been a while since the last batch of orders had come in, and David was fairly sure people were starting to catch on that what he was telling them to do HADN'T come from command. As he cycled through the frequencies, most of what he heard was static, but a few of the frequencies provided chatter. The first was some kind of repeat emergency broadcast that he was fairly certain was worthless by now. From there, he found one station broadcasting a series of messages in the Yellow's crazy language. On the last working station he checked, he found battle chatter, though he could not tell if it was from Reds or Blues. Sighing in frustration, he popped open the hatch of the cassette player he had jury-rigged to run off of the radio, and popped in an old song he found. Drumming his fingers on the top of the radio box along to the beat, he glanced around him, trying to stay somewhat aware.

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"Hello...are you alright?"

The LT looked up at the girly voice coming from the soldier in front of her, a more proper medic emblem on her helmet than that of...well...Crazy...

As she glanced up, one of her lenses cracked, the table beside her crumbled to pieces. Helena merely sighed indifferent standing to her feet, "At ease, Corporal. I'm alright. There's been another...accident...over at the firing range. If you would, go patch that soldier up before he gets his leg chewed off by Crazy. I need to speak with our comm officer David."

She could hear the frightened laments of the troops nearby, shaking her head with an irtitated sigh, even moreso when that wild beast came bounding past her with that...that fucking chainsaw. Why hadn't Private Higgins kept that berserker on a leash like he was supposed to?

Helena made her way past the gun range and down the sandy slope, where sat David....what the hell was he doing?

The LT just stood there behind the comm officer for a moment, annoyed by the second by that crappy 80s synth pop, not making her presence known until she reached down and flipped the radio off. "Any word from Command yet?" She said glaring down at him with an expectant pause.

And they wonder why the Yellows are always better than them.

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David jumped a bit when the Major flipped off the radio, starting to speak in protest, but deciding it better if he just answered her question. "None so far, Major. 200 frequencies, and all but three of them are static. You're welcome to listen in, but I doubt you'll find anything new." With that, he flipped the radio back on, tuned it to the third of the frequencies he'd found with a working broadcast, as that one seemed the most usable, and slid the headset off from under his helmet, handing it to Helena as he stood. Sliding the pack onto his back, he turned so that the controls faced the Major, waiting for a confirmation of what he'd found.

Why hadn't Private Higgins kept that berserker on a leash like he was supposed to?

As David offered the controls to the Major, 2 soldiers ran past carrying Private Higgins on a stretcher as he convulsed uncontrollably. "His true form is beyond our comprehension!" the Private rambled "Wolf for head! Snake for legs! Anteater for arms! HIPPOPOTAMUS FOR TORSO! BELIEVE ME! BELIEVE MEEEEEEeeeee_eeeee-". Private Higgins was carried out of earshot before he could finish his long 'me'.

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Before the Major got down to messing with the controls on the radio, she watched the two soldiers with the stretcher zip by. Higgins, well...he was totally FUBAR. "Son of a bitch..." The Major muttered shaking her head. "Don't tell me they were serving those glowing rats again in the mess hall." She sighed fiddling with the dials, mostly getting nothing but static.

@Rusalka

If the Major was to tune into the Yellow's radio channel now, she would judge that from the sounds of things, Crazy had run into them in his search for blood and violence and was now hacking them to pieces with his chainsaw and the occasional commandeered firearm. The radio operator's panicked voice that was most likely requesting backup was periodically interspersed with screaming and Crazy's hunter noises. Eventually, the radio operator began screaming too as he was attacked and murdered by Crazy, who also destroyed the Yellow radio in the process and left the Major with only 2 frequencies that weren't static.

Travis wandered the waste lands alone, a necklace of rat heads on his neck as he alternated between moving on all 4s and on 2 legs. A picture of a skull was drawn in his helmet, seemingly with dried blood.
"I am the hunter.."-he muttered in a deep ragged voice as he moved surprisingly quickly on all 4s thinking himself to be one of those ancient hunting jungle tribes but, in reality he looked more like Gollum from Lord of the Rings.
"I am the predator.."- he continued his monologue but was interrupted upon hearing noises coming from the other side of a tall ruined building.
"And you will be my prey!"- as he was making to enter the building for a better vantage point, a voice came from behind him.
"Hey there! Hey you, can you hear me?"- a fellow red called to him. As Steve turned back to see, knifes in hand ready for action, he spotted 2 fellow reds seemingly returning to their camp from a mission.
"Oy mate, IT'S STEVE! STEVE IS ALIVE! WHAT DID I TELL YOU!? You owe me 2 weeks worth of lunch."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever.."
They knew his name? He just changed it to Steve 5 seco...of course they knew his name, how couldn't they? As they approached him, he quickly rose on 2 feet, threw the head necklace aside..and the teeth bracelet..and the tail belt, changing his voice into a more normal one.
"Hey, how are you?"-he said to the 2 unknown reds who had mistaken him for their friend..which had confused him into thinking they were also his friends. "I was just about to ente.."-he started but was interrupted by one of the reds.
"Same as us, we just came back from a mission, heading for home camp right now."- as he got closer he continued-"Say, is that blood on your forehead?"
Shit, he forgot to wipe that out.-"The blood of a yellow."- quickly answered.
"I don't think blood stains from a dying victim are supposed to take the shape of a skull"- the red later added while at the same time Steve was drawing out a knife. He couldn't let them learn of the deranged shit he did while away..
"The yellow, was a known artist."
"See mate? Another proof that yellows are better than reds at everything. Even in death he was a better painter than any of us."
"I don't think that's how it wo.."
"Anyway let's hurry for encampment, can't wait to try my hard earned lunch"- and so, the 3 of them made way for the camp.

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This thing was a piece of junk, the Major thought trying to pick up anything. She groaned frustrated, turning the knobs here and there. Static was all she was getting at the moment, the occasional tidbit of radio chatter from the Yellows babbling in that incoherent language of theirs, but...

Wait...what was this?

Sheppard turned the knobs again. She had picked up on something that sounded like a battle in progress. She listened closely. That's when the chainsaw and that animalistic snarling caught her ear, along with the horrific dying screams of a Yellow getting his guts yanked out possibly.

"Grrr! Someone get that damn brute back here ASAP!" The Major growlef slamming her fist down on the radio. She should've known Crazy was up to no good again.

She threw down the headset, already switching over to her Lieutenant Major Bitchalot frequency as she began barking orders to the troops.

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"Alright maggots, listen up! Crazy's on the loose again, meaning we have to go get his ass!"

"Do we have to?" A Red smarted off, getting him a bullet from...who else but the Major. Helena holstered her 1911 and resumed, despite the awkward silence that followed afterwards.

"Hadrons, Greene, I want you two to tranq the son of a bitch from a faraway position. If you get too close, he's liable to shove that chainsaw up your assholes. The guy sleeps with it for Christ sake! Comm Officer David, I want you to keep scanning the chatter for Yellow frequencies! We need to pinpoint that dipshit's current location! And Steve, you....Where the fuck is Steve dammit?!"

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Kellie listens to the commander's order uncomfortably. Her rifle is heavy in her hand and she places it down on the ground, resting it against her leg. She pushes her unruly black hair out of the vision of her gas mask and bites her lip under the mask. She looks at the guy, Greene and gives him a slight nod. She was probably only going to slow him down but after all if he got hurt she was still a medic. She gives an inaudible sigh and nods along with the commander's words. Too scared to interrupt when she asks where Travis is.

"Oh man, can't wait to tell everyone that Steve is back."- the energetic red said only to see that there was no Steve beside him, only his usual buddy.
"Did you see Steve leave, I could swear to the rats that he was..OMG"-he suddenly interrupted his own speech-"IT WAS HIS GHOST! He just came back one last time to talk to us in order to find closure! Oh Steve.."
"Who in their right mind, wait slash that, with a mind at all would come back just to talk to you?"
"..."-suddenly he brought a fist upon his palm like just remembering something-"I just remembered, you still owe me lunch and GOD I'm hungry."
"..."

Steve on the other hand was hurriedly moving stealthily on all 4s. Going from tent to tent, staying out of sight as much as possible. Reason? Uhh...
Anyway, as he was switching cover, he saw the duo that he just ditched some minutes ago. He had to hide, he couldn't be with them, if they found out what he had done... While all these thoughts raced on his mind, he was slowly crawling backward, unknowingly into the tent where the Lieutenant was currently at.

Upon hearing his name get mentioned, he slowly turned his head to see that everyone was staring at him. Well it must've looked awkward seeing someone slowly crawl backwards into a tent. Quickly he got up, dusted himself off while replying:"Yes, yesss.. I'm Steve."

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"Yes, Major." David said, kneeling down to pick up his headset and slip it back under his helmet. Pressing the earpiece to his head, he continued to cycle through the frequencies, before finally finding one that the Yellows were using as a backup. Hearing frantic yelling, David recognized a voice repeating what he had memorized as sector names in the Yellows' language. Snapping his fingers and gesturing towards the group of Reds, he called out "Map! Someone get me a map, quick!" Someone rushed up to him and handed him a crumpled map. Unfolding it, David scanned over it before shooting a death glare at the man who gave it to him. "This is a map of KYRGYZSTAN you idiot! Where did you even get that?! Get me a map of the local area!" He balled the map up and threw it at the man's head, as someone handed him a more local map. Tracing a finger over the map, he shouted "I got it! They're at How Roger Three Three Four."

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Upon seeing the idiot Steve wobble in on all fours, the Major slapped her palm to her face muttering to herself incoherently and angrily before resuming. But again she was cut off by the Comm Officer shouting that he had the location pinpointed. How Roger Three Three Four.

"Well you heard the man! How Roger Three Three Four! Let's move out, Reds!" The Major was already ahead of them as she grabbed her Galil from the armory.

Elsewhere, a bunch of Blues were gathered on the cliffside looking down over the vast, sandy valley. Two snipers stood watch while the rest were huddled around a makeshift campfire.

"Ugh... I shouldn't have eaten those rats. Seven legs is too many." A Blue complained holding his stomach.

The Blue beside him grumbled, "Quit your bitching. It was either that or starve. Besides, we lost all our rations when the Yellows attacked us at Point Bravo."

"Yeah, the rations we stole from those dumbass Reds." A Blue added chuckling.

The snipers continued scanning the valley down below. Suddenly, one of them shouted, "Yellows at our six! Twenty meters and closing!"

"What?! Well shoot 'em, gunny!"

"Umm..." The sniper stammered.

"What?"

The Blue peered over at the sniper looking closely. That's when he realized, "Uh...why are you holding a stick with a scope attached to it?"

"Umm...because it shoots better...?" Said the sniper.

The Blue folded his arms.

"Ugh! Okay, fine! I lost my damn gun when we were climbing up here! Are you happy, asshole?!"

"Hey, it looks like those Yellows are running away from something." Said the other sniper. "Looks like a Red with....is that a fucking chainsaw?!"

"What?!" The lead Blue perked up. "Gimme that!" He yanked the rifle away and peered down the scope, dropping the gun in utter horror.

"My god..... Gentlemen...it's been an honor fighting with you. It will be an even bigger honor when...guys? Guys?"

As the leader turned around, the rest of the nlues were already hightailing it down the hill screaming in terror.

"Oh god! OH GOD! NOT HIM! RUN!!!"

"I want to live!! I WANT TO LIIIIIIVEEEE!!!"

The leader blinked for a moment, then muttered, "....Shit..."

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Moments later, the Yellows hurtled past the lead Blue while yelling in a panicked manner in their language. Crazy wasn't far behind, as evidenced by the fact that he also ran past the lead Blue, who fortunately for him had the sense to know that trying to shoot Crazy in the back when he had completely ignored you was actually a much more slow and painful version of shooting yourself in the head.

Crazy continued to follow the Yellows as they ran around a nearby building and started cheering moments later. Upon turning the corner, Crazy discovered that the Yellows were cheering because they had run into the backup the Yellows had called. This backup included 60 extra soldiers and a tank. Crazy proceeded to run into the building as the tank's turret began to aim at him. The tank fired upon the building and destroyed much of the 1st and 2nd floors. The Yellows began to cheer even more, but were silenced by Crazy jumping out of a 3rd floor window and colliding with the tank's machine gun operator, causing them both to fall into the tank. The sounds of the crew inside the tank being murdered by a rusty chainsaw could be heard for a moment before the screaming stopped and the tank's turret turned in the direction of the Yellows. The Yellows proceeded to scatter about the place as they attempted to escape the onslaught Crazy went on to unleash.

By the time the Yellows had scattered, Jack was in his favorite position. "Alright. I wanna take some Yellows out first. My kill count could be higher." He pulled out his rifle and aimed at a Yellow who seemed to not know where he was. He screamed and ran, but periodically made sure the others were doing the same. Jack shrugged mentally, fired, and the Yellow's brain matter exploded against the wall behind him. He moved to the other Yellows. Jack had killed 5 other Yellows, but then forgot to load in the tranquiliser dart. He fired at Crazy's chest, and realized what he had done. "Oh. Oh crap! OH MY FUCKING SHIT CRAZY IS GOING TO FUCKING TEAR MY HEAD OFF WITH HIS CHAINSAW, DAMMIT!" He sat down, his sniper resting on his lap. He then turned to the Medic who was also supposed to be tranquing him. "Alright, you take the blame. Cool? Great!" He ran away quickly, leaving her in the sniping perch.
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The Blue panicked freezing in place with an "Oh Shit!" look beneath his gasmask. The Yellows zipped by him screaming their lungs out, fleeing in terror of the walking nuclear apocalypse that was Crazy storming up the hill.

Right as the madman came running full bore at him, chainsaw revving and belching black puffs of smoke, the blade drenched in blood, the Blue hit the dirt screaming in a high pitch and curling into the fetal position on the ground. The growls of the chainssw and the bloodthirsty beast wielding it grew louder and louder as Crazy moved closer.

"SPARE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" The Blue cried out.

All of a sudden....nothing.

The psychotic Red droved on past him. The Blue opened his eyes and hopped up, patting himself in disbelief before falling to his knees laughing maniacally, "I'm alive! I'M ALIVE!!"

*BANG!!*

But only for a brief moment as he took a bullet to the head...courtesy of The Major.

"Ahh shit!" Sheppard hissed watching the Blue's head explode in a pink mist through her Galil's sight. "We've got Blues here, David! I thought this was a Yellow only territory!"

"HOLY CRAP! IT'S THE REDS! OPEN FIRE!!"

The Blue's forces noticed them right off the bat, bullets zipping through the piles of rubble the Reds were entrenched behind.

"EAT MY BULLETS, YOU RED BASTARDS!!"

"Shit!" Helena hugged the wall tight as a Red was shot down beside her. "GRRR!! SUCK MY OVARIES, YOU BLUE SHITHEADS!!" She unleashed a fury of automatic gunfire, taking out two or three Blues before taking cover again.

"Alright! We still need to get Crazy! Fireteam Alpha, keep up the suppression on those Blues! Bravo, on me! We'll flank 'em from the left and take out the Yellows too!"