[Warcraft III] The Night of the Dead

I peered into the forest, seeing nothing through the dark, I turned to the left and rechecked my SDM Rifle. Its loaded and the safety catch is still on, just the same as when I checked it a few moments ago. This was just a routine patrol, same like all the other patrols.

But why do I feel so uneasy?

Something rustled from behind the trees. "Be on your toes, it may be just a disgruntled villager, but I'm not taking any chances. Out." First Lieutenant Yeuyo radio'd in. Toggling the safety on my rifle, I aimed towards the source of the sound.

A squirrel jumped out, I chuckled and call out to the squirrel. "Com'ere little fella, I'm not gonna- RAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!"

A humanoid creature on all fours jumped out pinned me down, shrieking into my ear. I held him away from me with my forearm as I reached for my Desert Eagle. The monster's teeth was an inch from my face before I shot it through the skull with my handgun.

I pushed the now dead creature aside and I stood up, I glanced around and saw my team killing off more of them. Picking up my rifle, I joined my teammates in shooting them buggers.

"They sure don't look like angry villagers."

This is going to be a loooooong night.

lol.. u sure have some nightmare playing NOTD for coming out with this imagination.

Lol, I just have too much imagination.

So putting some of it on writing is no biggie.

I think i should recall all those real hand shievering moments in NOTD into a story here.

It sounds awesome for a starting of a long story, continue it. ><