**My story is being told from the point of view of an omniscient narrator**
Hunter "Louie" Lewis was born near a major city in North Carolina and raised on a farm, by the time he graduated highschool he had became an eagle scout and been in JROTC for 4 years and was heading into the army to be an Infantryman. He served his time, hoping to get out to become a cop but after a few years was chosen to be one of the few soldiers that joined the marines in the deployment to Chernarus so they could be ready in case the US has to further intervene in the Chernarussian war. However the deployment was very lax and so during one of the 4 day weekends he got he traveled to explore around what the locals called the "Devils Castle" and while he was exploring around the castle ground he stumbled upon a sword which was stuck in the stone of a old staircase "What the fuck?!" he said "What is this, King Arthurs fairytales?" But he still grasped the sword by the handle and pulled it out with very little force, little did he know that this would be the moment that everything changed.
BOOM!
As he heard the loud explosion above him he quickly turned around and saw a US helicopter spinning out of control before crashing in the open field in the front of the castle. Thinking that the war had reached the castle, he quickly ran out of the ruins and back to where the bus was that he had rode there, however before he reached the bus he saw a crowd of the strangest acting people he has ever seen, blocking his way to the bus. He stood and watched for a second before all of a sudden gunshots rang out by the helicopter crash as he saw US Marines shooting what looked to be other US Soldiers, but the soldiers didn't even react to the bullets and kept running towards the gunfire. He looked back to the crowd of people by the bus when all of a sudden someone came out of the cabin nearby and shouted at them "What is going on out here?" then the crowd turned and sprinted towards the woman, jumping on her and what looked like...eating her. Hunter was obviously startled by this and thought "I need to get back to base, NOW." He knew the bus was a no go so he started heading back towards the airfield. About halfway through his trudge through the woods he saw some people with guns and thought "Maybe they could be of help" so he called out to them and they started approaching each other. "Hey, I was hoping you could hel-" Hunter said before being cut off by the lead man who spoke in a thick Scottish accent "Get the fuck on the ground, NOW!" He said as him and his men were pointing their guns at Hunter. "Holy shit" Hunter thought, but he did as they asked. They approached him and searched his pockets and his small backpack he has carried with him before seeing the sword he had been keeping on this back. "Oh would ye look 'ere?" They said as they took the sword off his back "We got a feckin'-" He was cut off by a gunshot from behind and then Hunter watched as the man fell face first next to him with a bullet in the back of his head. The other 2 members of his team turned around and fired, unsure where the fire was coming from but before they could get to cover they were both eliminated. Hunter stood there, wondering if he would be the next one to get killed before he saw the man emerge from the bushes across a small field and approach him with his weapon on his back "They trying to hurt ya?" The man said. Hunter replied "Look man, I don't even know what the fuck is going on right now...people eating each other and-" He got cut off by his savior, a tall man looking to be in his 40's with a Black cowboy hat and a star on his chest. "Don't you worry son, ill be able to explain it all to you in a more...suitable location." They took what they could salvage from the bandits - including his sword - and headed off to a log cabin about a mile down the road before stopping and making a fire inside, as they sat around the fire, finally able to relax, Hunter asked "So, you never told me your name mister" the man replied "Well they call me...The Marshal"
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hunter "Louie" Lewis was born near a major city in North Carolina and raised on a farm, by the time he graduated highschool he had became an eagle scout and been in JROTC for 4 years and was heading into the army to be an Infantryman. He served his time, hoping to get out to become a cop but after a few years was chosen to be one of the few soldiers that joined the marines in the deployment to Chernarus so they could be ready in case the US has to further intervene in the Chernarussian war. However the deployment was very lax and so during one of the 4 day weekends he got he traveled to explore around what the locals called the "Devils Castle" and while he was exploring around the castle ground he stumbled upon a sword which was stuck in the stone of a old staircase "What the fuck?!" he said "What is this, King Arthurs fairytales?" But he still grasped the sword by the handle and pulled it out with very little force, little did he know that this would be the moment that everything changed.
BOOM!
As he heard the loud explosion above him he quickly turned around and saw a US helicopter spinning out of control before crashing in the open field in the front of the castle. Thinking that the war had reached the castle, he quickly ran out of the ruins and back to where the bus was that he had rode there, however before he reached the bus he saw a crowd of the strangest acting people he has ever seen, blocking his way to the bus. He stood and watched for a second before all of a sudden gunshots rang out by the helicopter crash as he saw US Marines shooting what looked to be other US Soldiers, but the soldiers didn't even react to the bullets and kept running towards the gunfire. He looked back to the crowd of people by the bus when all of a sudden someone came out of the cabin nearby and shouted at them "What is going on out here?" then the crowd turned and sprinted towards the woman, jumping on her and what looked like...eating her. Hunter was obviously startled by this and thought "I need to get back to base, NOW." He knew the bus was a no go so he started heading back towards the airfield. About halfway through his trudge through the woods he saw some people with guns and thought "Maybe they could be of help" so he called out to them and they started approaching each other. "Hey, I was hoping you could hel-" Hunter said before being cut off by the lead man who spoke in a thick Scottish accent "Get the fuck on the ground, NOW!" He said as him and his men were pointing their guns at Hunter. "Holy shit" Hunter thought, but he did as they asked. They approached him and searched his pockets and his small backpack he has carried with him before seeing the sword he had been keeping on this back. "Oh would ye look 'ere?" They said as they took the sword off his back "We got a feckin'-" He was cut off by a gunshot from behind and then Hunter watched as the man fell face first next to him with a bullet in the back of his head. The other 2 members of his team turned around and fired, unsure where the fire was coming from but before they could get to cover they were both eliminated. Hunter stood there, wondering if he would be the next one to get killed before he saw the man emerge from the bushes across a small field and approach him with his weapon on his back "They trying to hurt ya?" The man said. Hunter replied "Look man, I don't even know what the fuck is going on right now...people eating each other and-" He got cut off by his savior, a tall man looking to be in his 40's with a Black cowboy hat and a star on his chest. "Don't you worry son, ill be able to explain it all to you in a more...suitable location." They took what they could salvage from the bandits - including his sword - and headed off to a log cabin about a mile down the road before stopping and making a fire inside, as they sat around the fire, finally able to relax, Hunter asked "So, you never told me your name mister" the man replied "Well they call me...The Marshal"
TO BE CONTINUED...