Paws of Snow Chapter 4
Dark here, just wanted to say I am happy to present to you, something I have been working on for a while, My Piece By Piece Novel Series Paws Of Snow. Paws of snow is a scifi, near future, hyper accelerated technology, post apocalyptic, furry warfare fictional novel.
Set in the year 2023, technology has acclerated ten fold, mankind has launched the earth into another war and transformed most of North America into a wasteland. The government has created anthros and labled them for military use, but when Dark eventually meets up with a group of non military, "outsiders" group of anthros, know as the "Wasteland Army". Will Dark give in or will the bullets fly and shoot first ask names later happen?
Follow Dark, Grey and Many others. in this slowly growing ride of a series starting out slow and slowly building and building and blooming till its a beautiful flower of a fictional warfare novel.
Also If your wondering why the text is wierd at the top and big throughout, Just hit the drop format button and fixed width button to have it feel more like a book :3
Chapter 4- The Departure to the Capitol Building.
Morning came as quickly as Grey had expected it too, he opened his eyes slowly the grogginess of sleep quickly leaving him as his years of training and military combat had taught his body to wake up fast and be alert because being sleepy would do nothing here. Matamori rolled over and woke up too being a little slower than Grey, snuggling close to the fox and rubbing his muzzle in his chest fur.
Grey exhaled contently and ruffled Matamori's head fur, which enticed a giggle from Matamori and a thump of a tail under a sleeping bag as it fought against its cloth prison wagging. Yes the romantic tension and family like bond that had formed as they fought battles had grown stronger the more they pressed on and when they realized they could survive if they put their minds to it.
"Today is the day Matamori, today we end this.." Grey said sound a bit sad as he spoke, knowing that this mission would be of their last if they survived but at least the pay out would be good.
Matamori nodded "Yes, after this maybe me can reconstruct the parts of the city they destroyed...not that is would replace those lost but it would be nice to live in a above ground community for once".
Grey smiled and thought of what it would be like to live in a normal two story house with a green lawn, a white picket fence and possibly a car (if they could scrounge and fix one up from the wasteland). He patted Matamori once more and than lifted the stick bundle cover that Ryder had made for them off of the foxhole. Grey unzipped the sleeping back, pulled his pants on, his boots and went to stand up slowly with his side arm when Matamori placed a paw on his shoulder.
Grey turned his head and was face nuzzled by Matamori lovingly and licked his cheek cutely. He could see it Matamori's eyes a begging look, so he moved in slowly and locked muzzles with the fox kissing him deeply. They kissed for a full two minutes, paws locked in each other and passion running deep.
When they finally separated muzzles, Grey got a deep sinking feeling in the pit of his gut and with fear he asked Matamori.
"If we don't get out of this together, will you be able to live on?"
Matamori paused for a moment, shocked and puzzled at the quest ion.
"No" he said apprehensively, tipping his muzzle down sadly feeling like he wanted to cry a bit at the feeling of losing his lover.
Grey ran a paw along Matamori's cheek fluff lovingly, comforting the fox to ensure that his question didn't bug the fox too much. But for now their plans of romance would have to be dropped and their mission would take over their concerns for now.
"You ready?" Grey asked as he pulled himself out of the foxhole, taking his weapons up with him by the slings and holsters, dangling from one paw.
Matamori nodded and pulled on his pants, tech gear and slung his assault rifle over on shoulder as he pulled himself out of the foxhole. He inhaled the cold pre-morning air, left over from the heat-less night before. It was quite exhilarating when you inhaled the cold air of the wasteland and it was so refreshing that you were rewarded with a rush of adrenaline.
Grey had already begun to roll their sleeping bags up and placed them one of each of their combat packs. He slung his assault rifle over the back of his neck and holstered his pistol at his side. His combat knife sat over his left pec at an angle so his right paw could grasp and slide it out at a moments notice. Though, he would prefer it down on his left shin like a paratrooper but he wasn't once of those and he would be lagging on time when pulling out his knife diminishing his chance for survival, by that point he would be shot and dead.
Matamori threw on his pack and Grey put his on as well being careful to sling his assault rifle over his front at an angle and keeping the hand grip in line with his dominant paw so he could have it to bear at a moments notice. Using his PDA, along with his tech gear, Matamori plotted a course that would take them right in line with the largest bulk of the enemy.
Though the battle would be tough and ammunition scarce, they were confident that they would be able to carve a swath right through the enemy straight to their base and with Cross's explosives, the base would be gone in four days tops. Matamori's PDA also told him that extraction would be handled by their black-hawk provided that the enemy was free of rockets.
Not that the enemy would be rocket free or even heavy weapon free, but Grey knew that he would get through this with ease. He had been in harder situations than this and had cheated death more than several time. The two of them began covering up their foxhole and filling it in, trying to return the land to its most natural state.
Over their footpaws they wore specially designed boots that created paw prints the size of a normal fox or a wolf. Even if humans did find their trail, they would dismiss it as a mere animal and Matamori had the perfect prop to make the trail even more believable. It was a dead deer prop that felt so realistic and broke apart, and everything that there was no distinguishing it from the real thing until you went to eat it. Other than that you could shoot it cut it and even pick it up and it would weigh just as much as the real thing.
They threw the last of the dirt into the foxhole and patted it smooth trying to mimic the land around it and than covered it up with dead pine needles as neatly as they could. When everything was set and done, Grey packed up the combat shovel and placed with on his pack.
The two of them headed out and began walking along the plotted courses of their PDA's that Matamori had so graciously set for them to follow. Four miles out they got radio contact with Cross who said that with Ryder they had found an overhang on a cliff and had set up camp there.
Grey radioed back an asked how far they were to the base and they responded back with " A long ways to go we are re routing my friend, coming in from the flank, after forty miles they forest turns into a burned, scorched area of forest and than into destroyed suburban areas, which we could expect urban warfare there Commander Grey".
"Roger..your information is very useful Cross we will keep our eyes peeled for potential enemies while in route to you, if you encounter enemies do not engage unless it is imperative to save your life or your potential discovery" Grey radioed back, making sure Matamori watched the comms to make sure that they were secure and that no prying eyes or ears were watching.
With a quick disconnect, Matamori and Grey continued onwards follow the route through the forest, passing over natural hills and in between some of the oldest trees that Grey only seen before he was forced to live underground. Now he was seeing lush and overgrown forests, teeming with life and noise, contrasting against the dead, destroyed and barren wasteland beyond it.
Hopefully nothing will happen to this forest I would like to see it again someday, Grey thought as he walked along a digital trail with Matamori through the forest and looking around in the trees or upon the lush undergrowth for potential attackers hidden among the plants. Maybe even raise a family of kits with Matamori here and be such good fathers, have a little house by a running stream and plenty of food to hunt to teach the kits there natural ways. He sighed as he thought this and looked up to the sky filtering in, not noticing where he was stepping
He heard footsteps and saw two strange looking, upright walking furry foxes along the path where he wait in hiding. He knew that the trip wired he had placed would be just enough to trigger the trap he had setup, he grinned deviously his human scent and body concealed to look like the undergrowth around him. He would be rewarded well and paid handsomely for his actions against these two targets. There names where not important and all he needed to know that they were required to be killed, there fur would turn an excellent profit on the black market in Russia.
Bow in hand and arrows in quiver, the human bush would fire his specially designed arrows that worked like a flash bang and would stun them allow him to quickly move in the kill with a silenced pistol. In, out and home were the three words that the human cherished, his speech much more refined than that but choosing those words made his mission simplified and the killing of his targets simpler. It was the statement of "the less he knew the easier it would be".
The human's lead target was a jet black, up right walking fox dressed in medium grade ballistics armor and decked out in better gear than the human had seen in his whole soldier career. The second target was a white furred, upright walking fox with a large scar across his left eye that ran down his muzzle, he wore tech gear and seemed to be checking a PDA possibly looking at a map or something. The human's targets slung two assault rifles over there backs and the black fox target had a pistol slung down along his side.
The targets were closer to the tripwire now and the lead target was staring up at the sky, watching the light filter in or something, possibly distracted by the forest. The human kneeled behind a tree, drew his bow, fitted a flash bang arrow into the notch and pulled his string back.